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I started to wonder ifwith me Everyone reacted to him, except for me Maybe I had a seriously botched sense of s equally horrible

"That is a very good question" Jack pulled out of the parking lot, slipping easily into an opening in the traffic

"You don’t actually knohy, do you?" I asked "You don’t knohy I’m different then everyone else"

"I do not," Jack admitted, then looked over atup on this thing It’s too hard to explain and… for our purposes, it doesn’t even matter at all"

"What purposes?" I narrowed my eyes at hi to have to accept that there are certain things that I’ to be a dick about this but that’s just the way it is"

"And what if I can’t accept that?"

"Then we can’t hang out anymore" He tried to sound matter-of-fact about it, but I could hear the sadness in his voice

"This doesn’t"Why can’t you just tell s?"

"I can’t tell you why I can’t tell!" He said it like it et it now

"This is gonna frustrate , but that only , but he sounded regretful "I’ll drop you off and then you can take so out without, you can text me Okay?"

"Okay" I tried to sound as dejected and pouty as possible, hoping that would change his e all his classified inforot out of his car and went into ation fro a overn really see one was that he was a celebrity of so some ridiculous Hannah Montana lifestyle That would explain why everyone noticed hi for some kind of secret hidden identity, then he couldn’t tell nize hinito But at least it was a theory

Since I had been up until the wee hours of the ure Jack out, and I didn’t have school, I fully intended to spend the entire day sleeping, curled up in the soft coo fell through Or rather, burst throughany chance of sleep

"What the hell is going on?" Jane hissed after she’d thrown open my bedroom door so hard that the knob left a mark in the plaster