Stuff like: How does he always seem to know just what I'm thinking when I can't get the slightest read on him? And how, in just seventeen short years, did he find time to live in all of those exotic places, mastering art, soccer, surfing, cooking, literature, world history, and just about every other subject I can think of? And what's up with the way he moves so fast he actually blurs? And what about the rosebuds and tulips and magical pen? Not to mention how one minute he's talking like a normal guy, and the next he sounds like Heathcliff, or Darcy, or some other character from a Bronte sister's book. Add to that the time he acted like he saw Riley, the fact that he has no aura, the fact that Drina has no aura, the fact that I know he's hiding something about how he really knows her-and now he doesn't want me to know where he lives?
After we slept together?
Okay, maybe all we did was sleep, but still, I think I deserve answers to at least some (if not all) of my questions. And even though I'm not really up for breaking into the school and searching for his record, I know someone who is.
Only I'm not sure I should involve Riley in this. Not to mention how I don't even know how to summon her since I've never had to before. I mean, do I call out her name? Light a candle? Close my eyes and make a wish?
Since lighting a candle seems a little hokey, I settle for just standing in the middle of my room, eyes shut tight, as I say, "Riley? Riley, if you can hear me I really need to talk to you.
Well, actually I kind of need a favor. But if you don't want to do it, then I totally understand, and there will be no hard feelings, since I know it's a little weird, and um, I feel kind of dumb right now, standing here talking to myself, so if you can hear me, could you maybe give me some kind of sign?"
And when my stereo suddenly blasts the Kelly Clarkson song she always used to sing, I open my eyes and see her standing before me, laughing hysterically.
"Omigod-you looked like your were two seconds away from closing the blinds, lighting a candle, and pulling the Ouija board out from under the bed!" She shakes her head and looks at me.
"Oh jeez, I feel like an idiot," I say, my face turning red.
"You kind of looked like an idiot." She laughs. "Okay, so let me get this straight, you want to corrupt your little sister by making her spy on your boyfriend?"
"How'd you know?" I stare at her, amazed.
"Please." She rolls her eyes and plops down on my bed. "You think you're the only one around here who can read minds?"
"And how'd you know that?" I ask, wondering what else she might know.
"Ava told me. But please don't be mad, because it really does explain some of your more recent fashion blunders."
"And what about your more recent fashion blunders?" I say, motioning to her Star Wars getup.
But she just shrugs. "So you wanna know where to find your boyfriend or not?"
I move to the bed and sit down beside her. "Honestly? I'm not sure. I mean, yeah I want to know; but I don't feel right about involving you."
"But what if I already did it? What if I already know?" she says, wiggling her brows.
"You broke into the school?" I ask, wondering what else she's been up to since we last talked.
But she just laughs. "Even better, I followed him home," I gape at her. "But when? And how?"
She shakes her head. "Come on, Ever, it's not like I need wheels to get where I want to go.
Besides, I know how you're all in love with him, and it's not like I blame you, he is pretty dreamy. But remember that day when he acted like he saw me?"
I nod. I mean, how could I forget?
"Well, it freaked me out. So, I decided to do a little investigation."
I lean toward her. "And?"
"And, well, I'm not sure how to say this, and I hope'you won't take it the wrong way, but-he's a little odd." She shrugs. "I mean, he lives in this big house over in Newport Coast, which is strange enough considering his age and all. I mean where does he get the money? Because it's not like he works."
I remember that day at the track. But decide not to mention it.
"But that's not even the strangest part," she continues. "Because what's really weird is that the house is completely empty. Like, no furniture whatsoever."
"Well, he is a guy," I say, wondering why I feel the need to defend him.
She shakes her head. "Yeah, but I'm talking seriously weird. I mean, the only things in there are one of those iPod wall docks and a flat-screen TV. Seriously. That's it. And believe me, I checked the whole house. Well, other than this one room that was locked.".
"Since when do locked rooms stop you?" I say, having seen her walk through plenty of walls this past year.