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I bit my lip and waved a small farewell. Then I turned slightly, checking out the room behind me. I knew the names of all my classmates. The transfer. Coach never called on him, and he seemed to prefer it that way.

He sat slouched one table back, cool black eyes holding a steady gaze forward. Just like always. I smiled. My heart fumbled a beat and in that pause, a feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant, but I was still staring at him.

It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.

I focused on the chalkboard. Barbie and Ken stared back with strangely cheerful smiles.

And like all science, the best approach is to learn by sleuthing. For the rest of class, practice this technique by finding out as much as you can about your new partner. I want to see real interaction and teamwork. I sat perfectly still. I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like.

Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. I found the clock on the wall and tapped my pencil in time to the second hand. I planted my elbow on the table and propped my chin on my fist. I blew out a sigh. At this rate I would fail.

I had my eyes pinned forward, but I heard the soft glide of his pen. He was writing, and I wanted to know what. Flitting a look sideways, I saw that his paper was several lines deep and growing.

He reached for my unused paper, sliding it across the table toward him. He crumpled it into a ball.

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The shot dropped in. I stared at the trash can a moment, locked between disbelief and anger. Then I flipped open my notebook to a clean page.

I glanced up in time to catch another dark grin. This one seemed to dare me to pry anything out of him. I mean it.

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Call me. He knew. And I wanted to know how—right now. He hooked his fingers under the seat of my chair, dragging me closer to him.

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Not sure if I should scoot away and show fear, or do nothing and feign boredom, I chose the latter. Passing judgment is your third biggest weakness. Who was this guy? He walked over and jabbed his index finger on the table in front of me. I sounded like I was auditioning for the audiobook of our text.

We all bit back laughter while Coach pointed a warning finger at the offender. I knew what she was thinking. That he had no idea how much we knew about each other. Vee is my un-twin. But there is an invisible thread that ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth.

Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives. Coach looked out at the class. You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct. She is famous for that scowl. Apparently immune to it, Coach brought his whistle to his lips, and we got the idea.

Those in the front row—yes, including you, Vee—move to the back. I bit my lip and waved a small farewell. Then I turned slightly, checking out the room behind me. I knew the names of all my classmates.

The transfer. Coach never called on him, and he seemed to prefer it that way. He sat slouched one table back, cool black eyes holding a steady gaze forward. Just like always.

I smiled. My heart fumbled a beat and in that pause, a feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant, but I was still staring at him. It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise. I focused on the chalkboard. Barbie and Ken stared back with strangely cheerful smiles.

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And like all science, the best approach is to learn by sleuthing. For the rest of class, practice this technique by finding out as much as you can about your new partner. I want to see real interaction and teamwork.

I sat perfectly still. I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler.

I found the clock on the wall and tapped my pencil in time to the second hand. I planted my elbow on the table and propped my chin on my fist. I blew out a sigh. At this rate I would fail. I had my eyes pinned forward, but I heard the soft glide of his pen. He was writing, and I wanted to know what. Flitting a look sideways, I saw that his paper was several lines deep and growing.

He reached for my unused paper, sliding it across the table toward him. He crumpled it into a ball. The shot dropped in. I stared at the trash can a moment, locked between disbelief and anger. Then I flipped open my notebook to a clean page. I glanced up in time to catch another dark grin. This one seemed to dare me to pry anything out of him. I mean it. Call me. He knew.

And I wanted to know how—right now. He hooked his fingers under the seat of my chair, dragging me closer to him. Not sure if I should scoot away and show fear, or do nothing and feign boredom, I chose the latter. Passing judgment is your third biggest weakness. Who was this guy? Was this some kind of disturbing joke? I take that back.

You trust—just all the wrong people. But I refused to let Patch think he could intimidate or scare me. My mouth threatened to drop, but I held it in check.Paper Towns. The Glittering Court. She could have just always thought she was losing her mind; self-doubt would have been interesting, and made her root-forable. I really liked Patch's character because he doesn't become a different guy just because of Nora, he's not suddenly a sappy, diluted version of his former sarcastic bad boy self.

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