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From what I’ve seen, the god cliques don’t mix. “Why do they get along at the bonfire?” “It’s a night to honor Prometheus,” Troy explains. “The guy who stole fire and gave it to people?” I ask. See, I did pay attention in English class. “Yeah,” Troy continues. “When he did that it created a kind of bridge between man and the gods. Without that link,” he says, smiling, “none of us would be here.” “So we honor him by throwing a huge party, lighting up the beach, and pretending like we don’t hate each other the rest of the time.” “Ignore Nic,” Troy admonishes. “It’s the best party of the year.” “Sounds like fun.” I could use a few hours of homework- and training-free fun. And at least I get to sleep late tomorrow since I don’t meet Coach Lenny until eight on Saturdays. “It starts at nine.” Troy looks down at his hands. “How about I come by—” Another low whistle from Nicole interrupts whatever Troy is saying—and I’m a little annoyed because I think he’s on the verge of asking to be my date to the bonfire. “Those two are taking PDA to a whole new level.” Nicole grunts in disgust and returns her attention to her food. A few feet away, Griffin and Adara are sucking face like they’re attached at the mouth. Wow, they could at least keep their oral fixations behind closed doors. I’m about to make some dismissive comment and return my attention to Troy when a paper airplane comes flying into my meat loaf. Looking around, I see Stella watching from three tables away, 124
gesturing at the airplane and indicating I should open it. Frowning, I pluck the airplane’s point out of the mush and unfold the paper. Don’t forget our deal. Now’s the perfect chance to start. The deal. Right, I’m supposed to magically come between the golden couple. I must have been seriously sleep deprived when I agreed to this. There’s no way I’m going to— The paper in my hand glows for a second and more words appear. I get my powers back in three days, kako. Want to eat earthworms next time? “What does kako mean again?” I ask. “I told you,” Nicole says. “It means you’re not a—” “No,” I interrupt. “What does it really mean?” Troy looks up from his meat loaf and gives me a sympathetic smile. “It means you have bad blood.” I start to crumple the note into a ball, ready to fling it back in Stella’s face. Nothing more than she deserves. But something holds me back. The paper glows again. And don’t tell anyone you’re doing this for me or you’ll never get off this island! 125
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gesturing at the airplane and indicating I should open it.<br />
Frowning, I pluck the airplane’s point out of the mush and<br />
unfold the paper.<br />
Don’t forget our deal.<br />
Now’s the perfect chance to start.<br />
The deal. Right, I’m supposed to magically come between the<br />
golden couple. I must have been seriously sleep deprived when I<br />
agreed to this. There’s no way I’m going to—<br />
The paper in my hand glows for a second and more words<br />
appear.<br />
I get my powers back in three days, kako.<br />
Want to eat earthworms next time?<br />
“What does kako mean again?” I ask.<br />
“I told you,” Nicole says. “It means you’re not a—”<br />
“No,” I interrupt. “What does it really mean?”<br />
Troy looks up from his meat loaf and gives me a sympathetic<br />
smile. “It means you have bad blood.”<br />
I start to crumple the note into a ball, ready to fling it back in<br />
Stella’s face. Nothing more than she deserves. But something holds<br />
me back.<br />
The paper glows again.<br />
And don’t tell anyone you’re doing this for me or you’ll never get off<br />
this island!<br />
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