I sleepwalked through my first three classes the next day, preoccupied with what—who—waited for me during fourth period. Amber’s obvious anxiety that morning before the first bell didn’t make me feel any better. She was standing at my locker when I arrived, and her forehead was furrowed with worry.

We didn’t talk very much, but Amber was thinking so loudly that I couldn’t keep her out of my head. Strong emotion on anyone’s part tended to render my typical blocks useless, and my own feelings made me even more vulnerable.

“Really, Amber, it’s going to be fine,” I assured her for the fifth time.

“Oh, I know, I know,” she replied. “You can handle anything. I’m not worried.” Her eyes shied away from mine, and I suppressed a deep sigh as I slammed my locker door.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” I said, forcing a cheerfulness I was far from feeling.

“I hope so,” she muttered, just loud enough for me to hear.

I was glad that most of my classes were still in the vague fog of the first week. None of the teachers seemed to notice that I wasn’t quite with them. I took notes automatically, knowing that later I’d look at them without any familiarity.

When the bell rang at the end of third period, I moved slowly across the crowded walkway, wondering distractedly how long I could delay my arrival in the chemistry classroom. I picked up random musings here and there as people passed, and I winced as a blare of thoughts in Spanish hit my inner ear.

Even as they faded, the unfamiliar words gave me an idea. Maybe if I approached the chemistry room unseen, I could catch Ms. Lacusta off-guard and hear what she was thinking. I knew that she probably thought in her native language most of the time... but it was worth a shot, I decided.

With that in mind, I moved with more purpose toward the chemistry classroom. Just outside the door, still out of sight of anyone in the room, I paused, leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. To anyone passing me, it would appear that I was waiting for someone. With the sidewalks still full of moving students, though, I doubted anyone would look my way.

I concentrated on tuning in Ms. Lacusta’s mind. It was a struggle to rise above the thought-noise of the people around me, and mentally I pushed them away, impatiently. I breathed deeply, culling out the background sounds.

I was almost there—I could hear the familiar interference-like buzz that I always heard from her mind, and I thought I just might be able to move beyond it—

“Tasmyn! Hey!”

I jerked my eyes open and glanced about, still unfocused. With my mental block down, all of the sounds I’d worked so hard to ignore came rushing in upon me, and I winced involuntarily.

“Hey, are you all right?” Rafe Brooks stood in front of me, staring down uncertainly.

With great effort, I bit back the annoyance I felt at being interrupted. “Yes, thanks. I’m fine. You just startled me.” I knew my tone was less than friendly, and frankly, I didn’t care. This kid just couldn’t seem to take a hint.

“Oh. Sorry. Are you waiting for class?” he inquired, throwing a glance into the dim room behind me.

“Actually, yes. I have an independent study in this room right now. I was just—um, kind of waiting for the bell to ring.” It was as good an excuse as any, I decided.

“Huh. Is that chemistry then?” Rafe seemed a little confused.

“Yes,” I repeated. “Chemistry. Independent study. Why, don’t you think a girl can handle it?” That was meant to be ironic, but since Rafe probably didn’t know Ms. Lacusta—and might not even know of her reputation for preferring female students over males—it only sounded arrogant.

“Uh, no, not at all. I just thought--“ He frowned slightly. “I have independent study this period, too, and I wanted to do chem. But the guidance counselor told me that they weren’t offering it, that none of the teachers wanted to facilitate. I’m doing history instead.” He made a face.

I wanted to scream, but I realized it probably wouldn’t help the situation. Instead I forced myself to ask the question to which I thought I already knew the answer.

“Who’s your facilitator for history?”

“Mr. Frame. Do you know him?”

Once again I kept my ire in check, although the effort of not exploding opened me up to hearing Rafe more clearly.

Why did she get chem? I asked for it when I first registered, this summer. And I got the stupid history assignment instead. I wonder if they’d let us trade. Maybe I can talk her into it.

“Yes, I know him,” I answered his last spoken question. “He was my history teacher last year. He’s pretty great. You’re lucky to have him.”

Rafe shrugged. “I’m not that into history. I’m hoping to go into the research end of medicine, so a chemistry independent study would be exactly what I need.”

“Sorry,” I said shortly. “I didn’t exactly ask for chem. either—“ Abruptly I felt the atmosphere shift, and the disturbingly familiar uneasiness that heralded Ms. Lacusta’s presense surrounded me. At the same time, I saw Rafe’s eyes move over my head and rest on the doorway behind me.

“Tasmyn?” Her voice was low and not unpleasant. “Are you coming in? I’ve been waiting for you.” There was just a hint of chiding.

I sighed in resignation and turned. Before I could go through the door, Rafe caught my shoulder. I swiveled my head around, prepared to snap at him, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was focused on the teacher instead.

“Ms. Lacusta?” He sounded eager. “I’m Rafe Brooks. I requested you for my independent study facilitator, but I guess there must have been a mix up.” Huh, if I knew this was what she looked like, I would have really pushed harder for the chem. study. Bet I can still talk her into it.

I didn’t know whether to feel revulsion at the idea that he found Ms. Lacusta attractive or amusement over his assumption that she could be persuaded to take him on as a student. I merely raised one eyebrow and leaned back to watch the show.

Ms. Lacusta didn’t disappoint. Her usual aura, always faintly disturbing, took on a distinct chill. Her dark eyes were flat, and her expression was disdainful.

“I’m not aware of any mix-ups,” she replied stiffly. “I’m working with Miss Vaughn.”

Rafe’s confidence didn’t waver. “Well, maybe we can arrange something. I have a pretty extensive background in chemistry. I took a college-level course last summer in California—“

“Then I am sure anything I could teach you would be redundant.” Ms. Lacusta’s voice had a note of finality. “Now, if you’ll excuse us—“

“But maybe I could work with you, too. I mean, if Tasmyn doesn’t mind, we could both do the independent study with you. We could just meet on different days. I’d be willing to work around whatever you already have set up with Tas.”

I frowned with irritation at his easy use of my nickname. This guy barely knew me. He was being much too presumptuous in both word and thought.

Ms. Lacusta’s limited patience was at an end. “I am not interested in taking on another student. My work with Tasmyn will be quite consuming.” I glanced at her in alarm. “Consuming” for whom? Somehow that word made me even more apprehensive. Suddenly I wished that Rafe had been able to change her mind.

But she had already turned her back on him. “Come, Tasmyn, we have so much to do, and we’ve already wasted precious time.”

Numbly I followed her into the classroom and watched as she closed the door behind us, in the face of a very surprised Rafe. If I weren’t so worried, I might have giggled.

Ms. Lacusta swept up the center aisle in front of me, her heels clicking on the tile floor. I followed slowly in her wake, pausing beside one table. I brushed my hand lightly over the surface, remembering the first time I’d sat here, on my very first day at King High. It wasn’t quite a year ago, and yet it seemed a lifetime had passed.

I glanced at Nell’s old seat, directly in front of mine, and smothered a deep pang. I wondered if somehow she knew where I was, what I was doing. If she did, I doubted that she would approve.

“Tasmyn, join me up front, won’t you? There’s no need for you to sit back there. After all, it’s only the two of us.” Her smile was slightly ironic, but the chill had evaporated from her demeanor. I approached her reluctantly.

“Have a seat.” Ms. Lacusta gestured to a chair that was pulled up along her desk, and when I had perched on its edge, she sank into her own.

For a moment, she just gazed at me, as though assessing my state of mind.

Nervously, I held my hands in my lap and tried to steady my wobbling mental curtain, through which I was getting unsettling bursts of the odd static Ms. Lacusta seemed to emanate.

I drew in a breath. “You should have chosen Rafe for this study. Apparently, he’s a chemistry whiz. I couldn’t care less about it.”

Her laugh was light. “I’m not here to discuss chemistry with you, Tasmyn. That’s merely... oh, how would you say it? The cover of the book. And haven’t you been told not to judge a book by its cover?”

I hadn’t expected her to admit this so quickly. “Then why are we here? What do you want from me?”

She smiled again, and her expression was almost affectionate. “It’s not what I want from you, Tasmyn. It’s what I wish to do for you. And explaining that will take some time. We will let it unfold naturally. But first, you must relax. You cannot be so suspicious and stiff each time we meet. Trust that I have only your best interest at heart.”

“It’s very hard for me to believe that. After everything that I’ve heard from Amber—and from Nell—did you have their best interest at heart, too? They thought so, in the beginning. And it didn’t work out too well for them in the end.”

Ms. Lacusta raised her eyebrows and tilted her head. “We’ve already discussed my feelings about Nell. She was a very disturbed young lady, and I’m only sorry that I didn’t see that until it was too late. If something had happened to you, I would have never forgiven myself for any part I might have inadvertently played in Nell’s illness.”

Disbelieving outrage burst from me. “Something did happen to me. And to Michael, and to Amber. The fact that it wasn’t fatal doesn’t let you off the hook.”

She continued as though I hadn’t spoken. “As for Amber, well, I regret that she was pulled into a situation that was clearly beyond her. That was obviously Nell’s delusions at work.”

I suppose my face reflected my skepticism, for Ms. Lacusta sighed and shook her head. “I can see that this is not going to be easy for you. How can I persuade you that this doesn’t have to be a painful experience?” She studied me for a moment, and then brightened. “I know! You enjoy history, don’t you? You said something about it to that boy. That’s where we will begin.”

“History?” I queried. “Do you mean the history of... chemistry? Or the history of... ” I hesitated. “Something else?”

“I told you, we’re not here for chemistry. I want to teach you a little about a different kind of history.” She opened a drawer at the bottom of her desk and pulled out an ancient looking book. “Here. We’ll begin with this. You can take it home with you, read it... we’ll meet here again on Monday. I’ll look forward to hearing your insights.”

I looked at her blankly. “You don’t want me to come here for the rest of the week?”

“No. Take the time to read. Go to the library, or sit outside... I don’t care, as long as you stay out of trouble, which I doubt would be an issue.” She shook her head in bemusement at my expression. “What did you expect, Tasmyn? Did you think I was going to require you to be with me each day so that I could better brainwash you? Trust me, if that was my intent, it would be already accomplished.” Ms. Lacusta gestured with her hand. “Go ahead. The class period is nearly over anyway. I can see that you are anxious to be on your way.”

I stood up, taking the book from her desktop. “I don’t know what I expected. Not a reading assignment, I guess. Well... thanks. I’ll see you Monday.”

As much as I had dreaded being in the room with her, I was now strangely reluctant to leave. As I walked toward the door, her smooth voice called me once more.

“Ah, Tasmyn, one last thing. This Rafe Brooks. I would stay away from him, were I you. My advice only, of course, but I didn’t care for the way he looked at you.”

I gazed back at her over my shoulder, perplexed. “Yeah... thanks.”

When I was back outside, on the walkway, I was more confused than ever. Nothing was as I had expected it to be. How could I trust anything that Ms. Lacusta said? But without the benefit of hearing her mind, it was impossible to discern how much was true and how much was a façade.

And her last comment about Rafe troubled me, too. My senses—all of them—told me that he was annoying but harmless. I wondered if that, too, was a false reading on my part.

My world was suddenly much too complicated.