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arrogant lip curl.
    “Your features delight my senses,” he said in his low baritone.
    I could think of nothing to say to this. The guy could really deliver a compliment.
    “Would seven p.m. be customary?”
    Nod Kizzy, I told myself and I managed to do it. Just.
    “That would be okay, I guess.” I kept my answer to a nonchalant monotone.
    Franky, his red hair appearing to be on fire in the light of the sun, appeared at my side.
    “Is this guy bothering you Kizzy?” He glared up at Rom as he spoke.
    “No.”
    “Because I can take care of him if he is,” Franky threatened.
    As if he’d stand a chance in a hand-to-hand with Rom. Franky turned his gaze on me and in his eyes was something I didn’t want to see.
    “We don’t need him in our mc² crew do we?” he asked.
    Omigod, Franky blue eyes had turned a metaphorical green. Franky had some kind of crush. On me of all people!
    “It’s cool, Franky. I’m fine with Rom being on the crew.” I said. “I was just being a bitch yesterday.”
    Rom snickered and I had a feeling my defense of him gave him the idea I liked him or something. Bad news. Liking someone meant total loss of leverage in the relationship, particularly if they knew you liked them.
    “I gotta go or I’ll be late for homeroom.” Turning I said, “later,” and left the two of them standing in front of the school.
    I ran into the building and straight into Billy Broadrick.
    “If it isn’t one of the losers.” Billy chuckled. “Looks like the BQs reign supreme.”
    “We didn’t lose.” I corrected him. “Rom and I got to the morgue long before you and Quinn came anywhere near the basement.”
    “Prove it,” Billy challenged.
    Extracting the phone from my pocket and touch flipping through my photo file, I came upon the morgue sign.
    “There. See?” I held out the phone’s face toward him to display the pic.
    “I don’t see any proof here.” Billy waved it away with a huff.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I see a sign with an arrow, not the actual morgue. Plus, there’s no tag.”
    He had me there.
    “Okay. Where is your proof you and Quinn were there?”
    “I said so. That’s proof enough.” Billy’s face twisted into a grimace.
    “Yeah, sure,” I mocked. “And pigs fly. Oh no they don’t since you’re still on the ground.”
    “The crews will just have to settle this tonight.” Turning on a heel, Billy spoke over his shoulder. “Tell Senji 8 p.m. at the hospital.”
    “You’re on,” I said before I remembered the clawing hand and more importantly my date. Damn.
    “Wait—” I called.
    Too late. Billy was gone.
     

Chapter Five
     
    As Mr. Hutson, droned on I only halfway listened.
    “Einstein introduced the theory of special relativity to explain an anomaly in the results of motion experiments, an inconsistency if you will. First, it had been established through experimentation that the velocity of objects was cumulative.”
    “Man. That was so awesome last night,” said Senji, sitting on my left.
    “So that if one threw a ball with force enough for it to travel 10 m.p.h leaving your hand from a train moving at 30 m.p.h., the ball’s velocity would be 40 m.p.h. Therefore velocity equals distance over time or v = d/t.” Mr. Hutson sent a quelling stare at Senji.
    “The police almost caught me,” Senji continued over the teacher.
    Franky, who’d positioned himself on my right, whispered back. “Me too. We’ll have to be careful when we go back tonight.”
    “However, the speed of light, according to experiments, is a constant 186,000 miles per second independent of motion. Therefore, if someone standing still shines a flashlight, the light travels 186,000 m.p.s. And if one shines a light from a car moving at 50 m.p.h., the light still moves at 186,000 m.p.s., in the view of a person traveling in the car.” Mr. Hutson scribbled on the chalkboard and then turned back to the students.
    I held my textbook up to block Mr. Hutson’s view of my