LITMIR.BIZ

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to the other pair, and once again I notice a resemblance. Two sets of brothers who are related to each other – cousins, maybe? Lebz said there were six of them, so that leaves two. Spencer must be with Kelly, and the other one…I search the room, but there’s no sign of him.

      Suddenly a head pops up, blocking my line of sight. “Hi! Wanna dance?”

      I zone in on the chubby face and I’m rewarded with a smile. “No, thanks. I’m in the middle of something.”

      “Really?” He looks me up and down. “Seems like you’re just wandering around. I’m Tshiamo. You’re in my Business Studies class.”

      “Right. Connie.” I hold out my hand, leaning slightly to the right to see past his head.

      He ignores my hand. “So, are you friends with Kelly?”

      What is it with this boy? Doesn’t he know I’m the girl you’re supposed to avoid? I don’t remember ever speaking to him before, and right now the last thing I need is a distraction.

      “Um, no. She’s friends with my friends. Listen, not to be rude, but – ”

      “So, you’re dating that Black Lizard guy, right?” He leans towards me, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “What’s he like?”

      I stare at him. I haven’t heard anyone call Rakwena by that nickname in a while. He earned it thanks to the lizard tattoo on his arm. It’s funny – I used to call him that, too, before I got to know him. It seems like a lifetime ago. I sigh. Tshiamo seems a little nervous – maybe he’s as socially awkward as I am and doesn’t want to sit in a corner by himself.

      “His name is Rakwena,” I tell him. “And he’s cool.”

      “But scary, right?”

      I have to smile. “No, not really.”

      “Huh.” He gives me a funny look, and I’m tempted to take a little sojourn into his thoughts. I can sense his concern. “But he’s…” He licks his lips and lowers his gaze for a second. “He’s nice to you, and everything?”

      I look into his eyes. I’m the one he’s worried about! He thinks big, bad Black Lizard is some kind of bully. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. Wait till I tell Rakwena about this. “He’s very nice to me,” I assure him.

      “Huh,” he says again, and somehow manages to inject a wealth of scepticism into that solitary syllable.

      “Connie!”

      I jump at the sound of Lebz’s voice. “Oh, it’s you.” I lean over to sniff the cup in her hand and she bats me away.

      “What are you, my mother?” She glances at Tshiamo. “What’s up, Tshiamo?”

      “Nah, just hanging,” he replies. Of course they know each other. I’m the only wallflower in school.

      “Lebz, please don’t go picking up random cups.” I study her for signs of inebriation, but she seems fine.

      “I poured it myself,” she assures me. “It’s only cider, and I promise I’m only having two. OK? But listen, any progress?” She shoots a wary glance at Tshiamo.

      I nod. “But nothing conclusive.”

      “Keep trying.” She takes another gulp of cider. “Yoh, I love this song. See you later!” She totters away on her high heels.

      “So, Connie, blah blah blah.”

      That’s not really what Tshiamo is saying, but it might as well be for all the attention I’m paying him. I’ve just spotted another too-pretty-to-be-normal boy.

      He looks younger than me, and he’s standing by himself in a corner, apparently oblivious of all the come-hither looks he’s getting from the girls nearby. He’s something of a cross between the other four – warm brown skin, long dreadlocks, but not as long as Rapunzel’s. He’s looking down as if deep in thought. He has a sweet, innocent face, and I feel an odd rush of maternal affection. He looks up, right into my eyes, and smiles as if he knew I was watching him all along.

      For a second I’m too shocked to react. His smile isn’t suggestive or accusatory, it’s shy and friendly. Without thinking, I smile back, and he immediately starts moving towards me. I look away and my gaze falls on his two buddies, Rapunzel and Hulk. Both are watching me, and neither looks happy.

      I turn back to the little one, wondering how this is going to play out. He seems harmless – what’s he going to do? Charm me to death? When I glance back at the glowering faces of Rapunzel and Hulk I feel the unmistakeable sting of possible mortal peril. The energy coming off them is so strong and sudden that it takes me by surprise. Oh, yes, they’re gifted. No doubt about it now. They’re gifted and angry, and that’s a dangerous combination.

      Suddenly Tshiamo’s hand closes over my wrist and he starts pulling me in the opposite direction from my gifted quarry.

      “What are you doing?” I yank my arm from his grip and glare at him.

      “I just thought you might want to dance,” he sputters.

      “I already said no.”

      “Yes, but…” His gaze keeps flitting away from my face, and his anxiety is mounting. I see sweat breaking out on his forehead, and it’s not from the fancy lighting. “I’m supposed to keep you away from other guys. Especially those guys.”

      I gape at him, perplexed. “What are you talking about?” I let my gift slide slowly towards his mind. This is no time to be ethical – something’s got this guy worked up and I want to know what it is.

      “Forget it,” he blurts out, backing away. “I made a mistake.” He hurries off before I can lock onto his thoughts, muttering, “Crazy jealous types.”

      I’m about to go after him when someone behind me says, “Hi.”

      I turn to look into the adorable face of the baby of the Cresta Crew. His eyes are like molten chocolate, sweet, warm and inviting. He’s so irresistibly cute I have to clench my hands into fists to keep myself from pinching his cheeks. It’s ridiculous – he’s baby booties, puppies and kittens all rolled into one. He oozes wholesome innocence. It’s too overwhelming to be natural, so I can only assume it’s supernatural. So far I’m certain that three out of the six members of this group are gifted, and that’s already a rarity. Lebz’s theory might hold water, after all.

      The boy turns on a sunshine smile that smashes my innate wariness to bits. “You must be Conyza.”

      Fragments of suspicion stir from the wreckage. Sure, he’s sweet, but how does he know my name? “Do I know you?” I venture.

      “Not yet. I’m Duma.” He holds out his hand.

      Before I can shake it I sense someone behind me. The light-skinned one with the curls has materialised at my side. I jump, startled. “Where did you come from?”

      He doesn’t even glance my way. “Duma, didn’t I ask you to get me a drink?”

      “In a second,” says the kid, grinning at me. “I was just saying hi to – ”

      “Now,” the other boy insists.

      I look at him. “Let me guess. You’re the big brother.”

      “Cousin, but he acts like he owns me,” Duma grumbles. “He’s Elias, by the way.”

      “Nice to meet you, Elias.”

      “Ja, hi.” He hasn’t taken his eyes off Duma. “Drink. Now.”

      Duma mutters something incoherent and turns away. “See you later, Conyza.”

      “Call me Connie,” I call out.

      He turns around and beams, then vanishes into the crowd.

      “And what exactly is your – ” But Elias is gone, leaving

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