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in this case my brain was totally right. But in spite of my brain’s lack of cooperation, I’ve fallen in love with her. It happened the first time I ever saw her. It was like a clap of thunder, a bolt of lightning, a monsoon, all those cheesy metaphors I never believed before (although there actually was a monsoon going on at the time). There is no good reason for me to love Gaia. There are only good reasons against it. Every day I struggle to release myself from it. Every day I try to convince myself that it will go away.
    So anyway, I guess you could say my brain is sticking with the second category, claiming that no, there is no such thing as love at first sight. My heart has betrayed it in favor of the first category, arguing, yes, absolutely, it’s the only kind of love there is. And now my brain and my heart aren’t even on speaking terms anymore. When I said “divide people,” that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
    I told my friend Danny about this theory, and he told me he also had a theory for how to divide people: those who divide people into two and those who don’t.

hell hath no fury . . .
    Her arms were around him, her heartbreaking scar pressed against his chest, her lips against his ear . . .

A Good Idea
    â€œ . . . AND MEDEA, SO CONSUMED was she by her bitter jealousy, so desperate was she to take vengeance on her unfaithful husband, Jason, that she murdered her rival with a gift of a poisoned cloak and then went on to kill her own children. . . .”
    Heather Gannis glanced up at the animated face of her literature teacher, Mr. MacGregor, who was talking much louder than necessary and brandishing a paperback edition of Euripides. Jesus, why were parents so up in arms about violence on television? The seriously grisly stuff was happening in these Greek plays.
    She heard a snort of laughter from the back of the room. She turned quickly, recognizing the laugh before seeing its owner. Ed Fargo, her former true love, was laughing at something Gaia Moore had written on the corner of his notebook. The sound of it was corrosive in her ears.
    Gaia could make Ed laugh. It was a rare ability and another affront to add to the long list.
    Heather wasn’t superstitious. Unlike the ancient Greeks, she didn’t believe in fate. She wasn’t religious and had little tolerance for the wu-wu astrology and Ouija board crap many of her friends were into.
    But for Gaia, she made an exception. Gaia, with her fairy-tale yellow hair and her long, graceful limbs, was too terrible to accept at face value. How could one girl captivate Heather’s boyfriend, enslave her ex-boyfriend, humiliate her, nearly get her killed, and completely destroy her self-confidence in less than three months? Gaia was a clear message from Somebody Up There that Heather deserved punishment.
    Since Gaia had arrived in September, her evil had radiated. First there were the slashings, culminating in Heather’s own near death. Then there was the stuff that happened to Sam. Then Cassie Greenman. Heather, like the rest of the school, was haunted by her murder.
    All these tragedies weren’t a coincidence. They just weren’t.
    â€œ . . . So for Monday, I’d like you all to read Oedipus Rex .” Mr. MacGregor wrapped up his lecture just as the bell rang, signaling the end of a very long day at Central Village High. “Have a great Thanksgiving holiday, folks.”
    The classroom burst into cusp-of-vacation activity. Heather sighed as she jotted the assignment in her notebook. She had a feeling that play was going to be another doozy.
    â€œHey, chick.”
    Heather glanced up as two of her friends, Carrie Longman and Melanie Young, materialized at her desk. “Hey,” she said, digging around to find a smile. “Whatsup?”
    â€œYou feel like Ozzie’s?” Melanie asked.
    Heather carefully piled her books and zipped them into her backpack. Her eyes landed momentarily