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said. And my mom better not find out about it. She’ll make me quit the baseball team. She’ll think this is from the stress. Nick was the only sophomore at BHS on the varsity baseball team. He glanced at the door as though his mom were about to sense something was up and run right from her biology class to the chess room.
    Tess bit her lip. Holy crap, this is ESP .
    “It’s only one type of ESP,” Pi said. “ESP is an umbrella term that includes all the extrasensory perceptions. We don’t have clairvoyance or precognition. At least I don’t. Does anyone else?”
    “I don’t even know what those mean,” Jordana said.
    “Telepathy is when you can hear other people’s thoughts. Clairvoyance is when you are aware of something happening in another location. Precognition is when you can tell the future. And then there’s telekinesis, which is when you can move objects with your mind.”
    “No, I’m just having the first one,” Tess said.
    “Me too,” Isaac Philips said, nodding his shock of gray hair. Yes, gray hair. He looked like his head had been colored in by a lead pencil. He was also the only publicly gay guy in our grade.
    Of course, within the next few days, we’d know about anyone who was still in the closet. There were no secrets from us.
    “But why are we the only ones to have any of it?” Tess asked. “What’s so special about us?” Not that I’m complaining. This is going to make a great book one day. Not that anyone would believe it. I’ll have to call it fiction.
    “It must have something to do with the flu shots,” Pi said, pacing the room.
    “We’re not the only homeroom to have gotten the shot,” Isaac replied.
    Vaccines come in batches, Olivia thought.
    Huh? Batches? Jordana wondered while filing her nails.
    Olivia turned bright red. Everyone heard me?
    “Get used to it,” Mackenzie muttered. She was sitting in the corner, giving us all death glares.
    What’s her problem? Levi wondered.
    “ Me? You’re the one who’s always in a bad mood,” Mackenzie snapped. Although I’d be in a bad mood too if I had those teeth .
    Some of us gasped.
    Mackenzie flinched.
    Mackenzie wasn’t wrong. He did have terrible teeth. Probably because his parents owned a candy store on Reade Street. He’d worked there since he was a kid. He ate a lot of candy.
    “Sorry,” Mackenzie added. This whole thing is pissing me off.
    We should be pissed. Our brains were just contaminated by vaccines! Brinn thought, not looking up from the notepad she was drawing in.
    We all stared at Brinn. We’d never heard her talk coherently before. She was always in her own world, mumbling to herself and drawing in her notebook—usually while wearing fencing gear. She was on the fencing team, but didn’t seem to realize that the uniform wasn’t supposed to be worn twenty-four seven. Brinn was our nerd. Sorry, Brinn, but it’s true. She mumbled when she talked, her lips were so chapped they bled, and her hair looked like a bird’s nest. Not that she seemed to care.
    Mackenzie’s not pissed because her brain’s been contaminated, Jordana thought. She’s pissed because our brains have been. She doesn’t want us all knowing her business.
    I don’t want you all knowing my business either, Nick thought.
    Pi slammed her fist against the table. “Can we try and focus, people?”
    “What are we focusing on?” Levi asked. “I’m not exactly sure what we’re doing.”
    I’m not sure why we’re not in the emergency room, Olivia thought.
    “I agree,” Mars said. “We’re hearing voices, people. That’s messed up. Our brains might be melting.” Mars was a piano prodigy. The day before the flu shot, he’d broken up with his girlfriend, Jill Clarke, because he didn’t think they were a good fit. Jill had said she agreed. Mars was pretty hot. Dark hair, dark skin. Apparently he used to serenade her. He could sing, too, although unlike Cooper, he didn’t force us all to listen to him.
    “I’m not sure our