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pretty interesting.”
    Chapter Seven
                “That was your brilliant plan to get one of them to confess to being a paranormal being?  Seriously?”  I shook my head at Devon.  The only thing those guys had confessed to leaving behind in the car was an empty soda bottle and a condom. 
                “I dunno.  I just confront people head on and be direct,” said Devon.  “It usually works well for me.”
                “I’m surprised you didn’t just hold out a handful of fur and ask: Okay, whose is this?!”  I shrieked at Devon.  Rachel merely looked back and forth from one of us to the other.  “What?” I said to Rachel who obviously had something to say.
                “Well, while the two of you were botching that up, I had another plan that I think worked really well.  I got them all to work on a math problem.  Then I wandered around the table and compared the fur color to their hair color while they had their heads down and their attention focused.  I believe there are two possibilities.”
                Devon and I stared at Rachel, dumbfounded.  We often did not give her enough credit for being as smart as she was.  At our muted silence, she continued.
                “Both Jerod and Rick have the same color of hair as the fur.  So I’ve got this all figured out.  Trina and I can double date with them to the spring dance to spend more time with them.  If this shape shifter is one of them and he can’t control when he shifts, we might just get lucky enough for it to happen on our date!”
                I could plainly tell that Rachel was proud of her plan.  And while I’ll admit it was a credible plan, how could I betray my devotion to Jake and agree to go to the dance with someone else.  Devon must have heard the wheels in my head turning. 
                She leaned towards me and quietly muttered, “Jake hardly knows you exist.  Give it up, Trina.”  Then she nodded in Rachel’s direction and added, “Great plan, Rach.  I’m in.”
                “Of course you’re in,” I scowled at Devon.  “You’re not being paired up with a potential furry freak!” 
                “So you’ll go on one date with a hot football player that really seems to be crushing on you,” said Rachel.  “He must have asked me twenty questions about you at least.  Besides, he’s kind of cute.”
                “So I’m just supposed to overlook the fact that at any point in the evening, he could potentially shift into another being because he’s cute?”
                “Look,” said Rachel, “I’m making the sacrifice as well.”  She sighed dramatically.
                It was hard not to giggle.  “Fine,” I said.  “But until we know more, neither one of us should be alone with either one of them. Agreed?”  Rachel nodded.  “It may be a good plan, Rachel, but how exactly are we going to get them to invite us to the dance?”
                “Oh,” giggled Rachel who ducked away from me.  “They already did, and I already agreed for the both of us.”  Smart girl for ducking because she missed the playful punch I threw in her direction.  Oh, well, I guess I could make this sacrifice to find out what is going on in our school.  But I’d have to be careful what I said around my grandmother.  After her talk with Ben on the Council, it sounded like she might have concerns, too, about any of us being alone with a shape shifter. 
                “Shut it, Black,” I said to Devon.  She hadn’t said a word but I could feel her amused smirk about the whole situation.  I wondered to myself, what did one wear on a date out with a potential shape shifter?
    Chapter Eight
                “Rachel, staring out that window for the tenth time is not going to make those boys get here any sooner!”  I yelled