decision kind of gets made for me. Angela looks up. She tilts her head to indicate the empty seat next to her. When I don’t hop to it, she mouths, “Get over here.” Bossy.
I go over to her corner and sink into a seat. She’s reading a small, dusty book. She closes it and slides it across the table to me.
“Check this out,” she says.
I read the title. “ The Book of Enoch ?”
“Yep. A really, really, ridiculously old copy, so watch the pages. They’re delicate. We’re going to need to talk about this ASAP. But first—” She looks up, then calls loudly, “Hey, Christian.”
Oh. My. God. What is she doing?
“Angela, wait a second, don’t—”
She waves him over. This could be bad.
“What’s up?” he says, cool and composed as ever.
“You’re going out to lunch, right?” Angela asks. “You always go out.” His eyes flicker over to mine. “I was considering it.”
“Right, well, I don’t want to mess up your plans or anything, but I think you and me and Clara should have a meeting after school. At my mom’s theater, the Pink Garter, in town.” Christian looks confused. “Um, sure. Why?”
“Let’s just call it a new club I’m starting,” says Angela. “The Angel Club.” He glances at me again, and yep, there’s betrayal in his green eyes, because obviously I’ve gone and blabbed his biggest secret to Angela. I want to explain to him that Angela is like a bloodhound when it comes to secrets, virtually impossible to get anything by her, but it doesn’t matter. She knows. He knows she knows. Damage is done. I glare at Angela.
“She’s one too,” I say simply, mostly because I know Angela wanted to spring it on him herself, and it makes me feel better to ruin her plans. “And she’s crazy, obviously.” Christian nods, like this revelation comes as no surprise.
“But you’re going to be there, at the Pink Garter,” he says to me.
“I guess so.”
“Okay. I’m in,” he tells Angela, but he’s still looking at me. “We need to talk, anyway.” Awesome.
“Awesome,” says Angela cheerfully. “See you after school.”
“See you,” he says, then wanders out of the cafeteria.
I turn to Angela. “I hate you.”
“I know. But you need me, too. Otherwise nothing would ever get done.”
“I still hate you,” I say, even though she’s right. Kind of. This whole Angel Club thing actually sounds like a great idea, if it can help me figure out what it means that Christian and I didn’t fulfill our purpose, since my mom still isn’t exactly forthcoming on the subject. Angela’s stellar with research. If anyone could uncover the consequences for angel-blood purpose-failure, it’s her.
“Oh, you know you love me,” she says. She pushes the book at me again. “Now take this and go eat lunch with your boyfriend.”
“What?”
“Over there. He’s clearly pining for you.” She gestures behind us, where, sure enough, over at the Invisibles table, Tucker is chatting with Wendy. They’re both staring at me with identical expectant expressions.
“Shoo. You’re dismissed,” says Angela.
“Shut up.” I take the book and tuck it into my backpack, then head to the Invisibles table.
Ava, Lindsey, and Emma, my other fellow Invisibles, all smile up at me and say hello, along with Wendy’s boyfriend, Jason Lovett, who I guess is eating with us this year instead of his usual computer-games pals.
It’s weird, us having boyfriends.
“What was that all about?” asks Wendy, peering over at Angela with curious eyes.
“Oh, just Angela being Angela. So, what’s on the Jackson High menu for today?”
“Sloppy Joes.”
“Yummy,” I say without enthusiasm.
Wendy rolls her eyes and says to Tucker, “Clara never likes the food here. I swear, she eats like a bird.”
“Huh,” he says, eyes twinkling, because that’s not his experience with me at all. Around him I’ve always eaten like a horse. I slide into the seat next to
I go over to her corner and sink into a seat. She’s reading a small, dusty book. She closes it and slides it across the table to me.
“Check this out,” she says.
I read the title. “ The Book of Enoch ?”
“Yep. A really, really, ridiculously old copy, so watch the pages. They’re delicate. We’re going to need to talk about this ASAP. But first—” She looks up, then calls loudly, “Hey, Christian.”
Oh. My. God. What is she doing?
“Angela, wait a second, don’t—”
She waves him over. This could be bad.
“What’s up?” he says, cool and composed as ever.
“You’re going out to lunch, right?” Angela asks. “You always go out.” His eyes flicker over to mine. “I was considering it.”
“Right, well, I don’t want to mess up your plans or anything, but I think you and me and Clara should have a meeting after school. At my mom’s theater, the Pink Garter, in town.” Christian looks confused. “Um, sure. Why?”
“Let’s just call it a new club I’m starting,” says Angela. “The Angel Club.” He glances at me again, and yep, there’s betrayal in his green eyes, because obviously I’ve gone and blabbed his biggest secret to Angela. I want to explain to him that Angela is like a bloodhound when it comes to secrets, virtually impossible to get anything by her, but it doesn’t matter. She knows. He knows she knows. Damage is done. I glare at Angela.
“She’s one too,” I say simply, mostly because I know Angela wanted to spring it on him herself, and it makes me feel better to ruin her plans. “And she’s crazy, obviously.” Christian nods, like this revelation comes as no surprise.
“But you’re going to be there, at the Pink Garter,” he says to me.
“I guess so.”
“Okay. I’m in,” he tells Angela, but he’s still looking at me. “We need to talk, anyway.” Awesome.
“Awesome,” says Angela cheerfully. “See you after school.”
“See you,” he says, then wanders out of the cafeteria.
I turn to Angela. “I hate you.”
“I know. But you need me, too. Otherwise nothing would ever get done.”
“I still hate you,” I say, even though she’s right. Kind of. This whole Angel Club thing actually sounds like a great idea, if it can help me figure out what it means that Christian and I didn’t fulfill our purpose, since my mom still isn’t exactly forthcoming on the subject. Angela’s stellar with research. If anyone could uncover the consequences for angel-blood purpose-failure, it’s her.
“Oh, you know you love me,” she says. She pushes the book at me again. “Now take this and go eat lunch with your boyfriend.”
“What?”
“Over there. He’s clearly pining for you.” She gestures behind us, where, sure enough, over at the Invisibles table, Tucker is chatting with Wendy. They’re both staring at me with identical expectant expressions.
“Shoo. You’re dismissed,” says Angela.
“Shut up.” I take the book and tuck it into my backpack, then head to the Invisibles table.
Ava, Lindsey, and Emma, my other fellow Invisibles, all smile up at me and say hello, along with Wendy’s boyfriend, Jason Lovett, who I guess is eating with us this year instead of his usual computer-games pals.
It’s weird, us having boyfriends.
“What was that all about?” asks Wendy, peering over at Angela with curious eyes.
“Oh, just Angela being Angela. So, what’s on the Jackson High menu for today?”
“Sloppy Joes.”
“Yummy,” I say without enthusiasm.
Wendy rolls her eyes and says to Tucker, “Clara never likes the food here. I swear, she eats like a bird.”
“Huh,” he says, eyes twinkling, because that’s not his experience with me at all. Around him I’ve always eaten like a horse. I slide into the seat next to
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