Starcrossed by Josephine Angelini Read Free Book Online

was immobile.
    “Who are you? What is your House?” he breathed into her ear, giving her a rough shake to punctuate his point. She was beyond understanding language.
    Outmaneuvered and helpless, she started to scream with rage, then stopped herself. Now that she couldn’t see his eyes she was becoming aware of the fact that half the school’s faculty was trying to tear her off him. Everyone was staring .
    Helen doubled over in agony as her abdomen seized up with cramps. Lucas immediately let her go as if she’d turned into a lit match, his body convulsing spasmodically, and she dropped to the floor.
    “Miss Hamilton! Miss . . . Helen. Helen, look at me,” said Mr. Hergeshimer. He was kneeling on the floor next to her while she panted, trying to relax her muscles. She looked up at his sweaty face. His hair was messed up and his glasses had been knocked sideways on his face in the fight. She wondered for a moment if she had been the one to hit him, and then she burst into tears.
    “What’s wrong with me?” she whimpered softly.
    “It’s all right, now. Calm down,” Mr. Hergeshimer said sternly. “All of you had better get to class. Immediately!” he roared to the throngs of kids standing around with their mouths open. Everyone scattered as Mr. Hergeshimer stood up and took charge.
    “You boys,” he pointed at Lucas and Jason, “are to come with me to the principal’s office. Mr. Millis! Miss Aoki! You are to take Miss Hamilton to the nurse’s office and then go directly to your next classes. Understood?”
    Matt immediately stepped forward and put Helen’s arm over his shoulder, helping her to stand. Claire took Helen’s hand and held it reassuringly. Helen glanced up and saw Lucas looking back over his shoulder at her as he went quietly with Mr. Hergeshimer. Another wave of loathing broke over her, and fresh tears lined up in her eyes. Matt guided her while she cried, awkwardly patting her hair and getting her to walk toward the nurse at the same time. Claire walked on Helen’s other side, shaken and silent.
    “What did he do to you, Lennie?” Matt asked hotly.
    “I’ve never seen him b-b-before in my l-l-life!” Helen hiccuped and cried even harder.
    “Great idea, Matt! Ask her questions! Can you shut the hell up now?” Claire snapped, trying to get hold of herself.
    They walked the rest of the way without talking. When they got to the nurse’s office, they told Mrs. Crane what had happened and made sure to add that Helen had come to school with heatstroke that morning. Mrs. Crane had Helen lie down with a cool towel over her eyes and went back into her office to call Jerry.
    “Your father’s on his way, dear. No, no, keep your eyes covered. Darkness will help,” Mrs. Crane said as she passed by Helen’s cot. Helen heard her rush out to the hall to speak to someone briefly, then come back in and sit behind her desk.
    Helen lay under the towel, grateful that she was being left alone and in relative privacy. She couldn’t think two coherent thoughts in a row, let alone explain herself to anyone. What scared her the most was that for some reason she knew that what she had tried to do was right , or at least that it was expected of her. Deep inside, she knew she would have killed that boy if she could, and she didn’t even feel guilty about it. Until she saw her father.
    He was a mess. Mrs. Crane told him everything that had happened, explaining that Helen was suffering from a serious case of heatstroke and that it may have caused her strange outburst. He listened patiently and then asked Mrs. Crane for a moment alone with his daughter, which she gave them.
    Jerry didn’t say anything at first; he just sort of hovered over Helen’s cot while she sat up and fidgeted with her necklace. Finally, he sat down next to her.
    “You wouldn’t lie to me right now, would you?” he asked softly. She shook her head. “Are you sick?”
    “I don’t know, Dad. I don’t feel right—but I don’t