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me go.
    A distant voice floated through my head, thoughit was hard to hear over the buzzing sound filling my ears. “Are you okay?”
    With great effort I ripped my arm away, and just like that the image of his hand holding mine disappeared. Cute Jock gazed down at me, his face a mixture of confusion and concern.
    â€œS-sorry, dude,” I managed to say, in something almost resembling a normal voice. “I spaced out there for a sec.”
    â€œOh. I haven’t seen you around before. I’m Brayden.”
    I opened my mouth, trying to dredge up my own name. The vision had left my brain a tangled mess. But before I could speak, I heard a shrill voice nearby.
    â€œEw, Brayden, stay away from the new girl!”
    It was Wavy-Hair Girl. She was barreling toward me with a pretty blonde hot on her heels.
    â€œHi, Lavender,” Brayden said. “So did you already meet, uh . . .” He turned to me. “What was your name again?”
    â€œHer name is Psycho Freak,” Lavender spat out.
    â€œWhat’s your problem?” I demanded. “Do I know you?”
    â€œAre you serious? I already knew you were a complete weirdo, but—” Lavender began.
    The other girl plucked at her friend’s sleeve. “Come on, Lav,” she interrupted. “We don’t have time for this. I still need to cram for that English test.”
    â€œEnglish test?” Brayden looked alarmed. “Oh, man, I forgot that was today. I’ve gotta go study—if my grades slip, my folks will be steamed. They might even make me quit the team!”
    â€œOh, please.” Lavender rolled her eyes and smiled at him as the three of them walked off together, not sparing a backward glance for me. “You’re, like, the smartest guy on the entire football team. I’m sure your parents will get over it if you get an A minus this time.”
    So Brayden was on the football team—and he was smart, too? Very interesting.
    But no. I wasn’t going to let myself get distractedby a guy, no matter how cute. No matter how much that image of holding hands with him made me shiver. I would need all my energy to survive this stupid town, for however long I was stuck here.
    And while I was at it, maybe I could figure out why my brain had decided to start randomly shorting out lately—and why it seemed to be getting worse. Because I was starting to feel secretly worried that I really was becoming some kind of psycho freak.

4
CAITLYN
    â€œHERE WE ARE,” Liam announced, leading me into the classroom. “Your new homeroom.”
    I smiled at him. “Thanks for showing me the way.”
    â€œSure. Want to sit with us? Me and Bianca, I mean. We always sit here in the front.”
    He headed toward a dark-haired girl bent over a book. I followed, feeling almost normal. It was amazing how one friendly face could help change your attitude.
    Especially since Liam hadn’t even mentioned the embarrassing incident the other day. Ever since having that weird vision, I’d been pretty nervous about starting school. Why did something like that have to happen in front of three soon-to-be classmates? It was bad enough it was happening at all.
    I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying not to think about it. But it was getting harder and harder each time to blame it on being tired, hungry, or wired from too much sugar.
    The first time it had happened, maybe six months earlier, I’d actually thought it was a dream. I’d had the flu, and awakened from a restless sleep to find my mom pressing her hand against my forehead, checking my fever. The weird buzzing noise had kicked in with a frenzy, and my vision swam. There seemed to be two Moms leaning over me—one of them looked concerned, while the other was smiling. The two versions fought for my attention until she finally left the room and I drifted back to sleep.
    I’d forgotten all about it until it happened a second