His gaze shifted to me, where it stuck too long. Iâm sure it wasnât my imagination. He was wondering about me, somehow.
I felt my head start to sweat. How could I have lost track of the time? What was Robotective Huntington staring at? And what about the grocery? Was it arson or not?
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Angus persisted.
âI was supposed to be home right now. And my mom goes totally insane if somebody makes her late. She thinks people do it to her on purpose, just to see her gocrazy. Itâs times like these I am so glad she doesnât live with us anymore.â
âNo, I mean whatâs wrong that youâre going to the doctor?â
âItâs the brain doctor.â
âJust a checkup then?â he asked.
âYouâre awfully nosy,â I said. Weâd reached the bus stop. Of course, there was no bus in sight. I sighed and checked the time on my cell phone.
âYouâre not taking the bus, are you?â
âHowâd you think I got here? Unlike you, I didnât just materialize from a mist.â
âMaterialize from a mist?â Angusâs voice flew up like every other boy I knew. I guess that meant he wasnât a four-hundred-year-old vampire after all.
âArenât you hot in that trench coat?â I asked again. Angus was starting to get on my nerves. I pulled out my phone and checked the time again. I was so dead. I was so not going to be home in a few minutes.
âWhy donât you take my scooter?â Angus said. His brown-black eyes snapped with something I couldnât read. For no reason on earth, he patted me on the head.
Angusâs Go-Ped had an orange-and-black deck and an electric motor in the back. It looked like a regular scooter, but you didnât need to push it to make it go. It went eighteen miles an hour and got me home in about ten minutes, the wind whipping my mass of bed-headhair around behind me. The breeze felt so good. Never had I looked like such a geek, riding the streets of Portland in my turquoise Chuck Taylor high-tops and jean skirt. Lucky for me, Portland is the alternative-transportation capital of the nationâaside from all the bicycles and mopeds, thereâs a guy in our neighborhood who has a pair of miniature horses that pull him around in a cart. No one bats an eye.
4
Even though I was now a one-of-a-kind freak with uncommon self-esteem, I was not immune to total stupidity. I was so desperate to get home, I had borrowed Angusâs Go-Ped without stopping to think how I would explain it. I could say I borrowed it from Chelsea, but there was not a drop of pink or purple anywhere on it, so no one would believe me. Plus, Iâd already lied enough for one day. My brother Morgan was a Buddhist and said lying ruined your karma. I hoped karma ran along the same principles as tooth decayâit took a lot more than one Tropical Starburst to ruin your teeth. My plan was to zoom up the driveway and straight into the garage, in the hopes no one would see me. Iâd figure out how to get the scooter back to Angus later.
But when I finally reached our house, Mark Clark and Mrs. Dagnitz were standing in the middle of thedriveway, waiting beside Mrs. Dagnitzâs white SUV. Even though it was brain-cooking hot outside. Even though they were both wearing slacks. If they were surprised to see me speed up on an electric scooter, they didnât let on. Mark Clark had the straight-lipped, big-eyed look he gets when something has disturbed his world. Mrs. Dagnitz, on the other hand, was smiling the biggest tooth-whitened smile you can imagine. I had not seen such an enormous life-affirming smile since the first day of kindergarten, when our teacher, Mrs. Yerby, who also rescued cats with terminal diseases, welcomed us to our new school.
I smiled back. I thought it would be good to pretend that Mrs. Dagnitzâs fake smile was a real smile. âHey there!â I hopped off