little hard on you.”
“I probably had it coming. I would like to talk to you about our project though. Maybe there is a time we could meet today?”
“Look, I get out of English as ten. Could you meet me in the student union at ten fifteen or so?”
He paused for a second. “Okay, I can do that.”
With our meeting time settled, we both headed into History class. Jeff went back to ignoring me and I pretended to ignore him. Almost everything was the same as the week before. Jeff and I did not speak during or after class. Allison continued to give me dirty looks. The only difference was that Brenda was not in class today. I figured she must have overslept.
After another boring lecture in English, I headed for my meeting with Jeff. I was ten minutes early and a little surprised that Jeff was already there. I entered the student union through the entrance closest to the library. Jeff was waiting just inside the doors.
I still wasn’t sure I was ready to forgive him. “I’m here, so let’s talk.”
He looked around. “Okay, but can we walk while we are talking?”
I shrugged, “I guess, you need to be somewhere?”
“I just want to keep moving. It will keep your watchdogs from hearing everything we say.”
I was feeling uneasy but we started walking through the student union. “What watchdogs? What are you talking about?”
“Maybe we should wait until we walk outside to continue this conversation.”
We walked out the front of the student union and started across the parking lot between the student union and the administration building. “Okay, we’re outside. What are you talking about?”
He looked almost amused. “I mean the guys that shadow you wherever you go. I am going to take an educated guess and say that they are with the marshal service.”
I felt a chill run down my spine. I started looking around for any sign of someone watching us. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Oh, now I get it. They didn’t tell you that they were following you did they? That explains why they have to scramble from time to time. They aren’t sure where you’re going are they?”
I could feel the anger rising inside of me. Being followed was not part of the deal. That bothered me but so did the fact that Jeff had spotted them. “You have a way too active imagination. What are you some kind of English major? You’re obviously very good at creative fiction.”
“You don’t have to tell me the truth.”
“Uh, the truth is that you are crazy . Look , you asked me to meet you about the History paper that we are doing.”
“Oh yeah, the History paper. Listen , I know you work tomorrow afternoon. So I was thinking we could have a working lunch tomorrow to discuss some ideas. I have some thoughts and could bring them in written form. Maybe you could jot some things down as well.”
We stopped walking once we got to the administration building. “So what is the bottom line on what you wanted to tell me today? Other than that you have a heck of an imagination and are a little weird?”
“The main thing I wanted to tell you is that I would prefer if you met me without your marshal friends. I am sure that the lady marshal that drives you to school can make that happen.”
“That is my Aunt Jenny. Don’t worry though, it will just be little old me at lunch tomorrow.”
Jenny picked me up from school at noon. I had half a mind to confront her the second I got in the car. I decided I would wait until after we got home. Jeff was suddenly a huge problem. How much did he know about me? Was he telling the truth about there being additional marshals following me? Even if he was right, how did he know that? Jeff looked like he was twenty one or twenty two. There was no way he was older than twenty five. The only good thing was that I was pretty sure that if he wanted to kill me, I would already be dead.
I waited until the middle of the afternoon to confront Jenny about whether or not there were