“Like who?”
I pretend to think of some, even though I already know the famous Paras who lived in the Normal world throughout history. “Like Steve Jobs, Henry Ford, and Einstein.”
He laughs. “Okay. They’ll be fun to draw. We can make them plot in super-secret meetings.”
I’m pretty sure they don’t plot together, even if they were all still alive, but it didn’t matter. “There are representatives in almost every government agency and in high-powered positions in the world, keeping the Compound informed and helping to keep it a secret.”
“Spies, then.”
“Yes. I guess you can call them that. But there are also the people who work on the Outside whose job it is to check up on those living Outside. Let’s call them the Containment Committee.”
“So maybe that’s the conflict then. The villain, me, wants to tell the world about the Compound.”
“Why? Then he’d expose himself too.”
“Maybe he wants to show everyone how important and special he is.”
“But people fear what they don’t know. The world wouldn’t embrace him; they’d want to destroy him or study him.” Saying that out loud makes me question again my intentions to tell Trevor about me. How is he going to feel? “The Compound may be full of powers, but its people are still very much outnumbered.”
“So we need internal conflict then. How about we make it so that a child is born without any superpowers within the Compound. And he spends his whole life trying to hide it.”
“That doesn’t happen. Everyone has powers.”
“Everyone?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve thought a lot about this. What if someone wants to marry a Normal person?”
I sigh, my heart hurting a little bit when I say, “They risk not only their children being born without any special skills but also their residency in the Compound.”
“They get kicked out?”
I nod.
“Well, that’s our story then.”
My heart thumps an extra beat when my brain takes too long to process that he’s speaking about the story we’re writing, not the story we’re living.
“Those are some harsh rules you made up.”
“Are they harsh though? Without the rules, there’d be chaos. We can’t let the people come and go as they please, risking the safety of everyone.”
“If you say so.” He moves to his back, putting both hands behind his head. His bicep twitches, and my gaze is drawn to the sharp line that defines it. It twitches again, and I meet his eyes. There’s a teasing gleam in them.
“I also want to be able to fly,” he says.
I shake my head. “You can’t fly. They only have mind powers.”
“I think my mind should be able to control gravity.”
I laugh. “Don’t worry, everyone will know you’re strong. No need for your character to fly or throw buildings … or girls … around.”
He laughs, and it is such a genuinely happy sound that my heart flutters to life. I can’t help myself, I have to kiss him.
He hugs me close. “Want me to pick you up for school tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t really think about the fallout that would happen with Trevor and his friends as a result of us being a couple and Stephanie realizing she and Trevor were finally finished. The girls in the group sided with Stephanie, and because Katie and Brandon are still together, Brandon followed them as well. Rowan was miffed about something and I couldn’t figure out what.
Outside school, everything seemed perfect, and while Trevor drew, I finally got into a rhythm with the plot of the story. Sticking to the mirroring-reality-as-much-as-possible theme, I decided to make the villains responsible for purposefully injuring a group of Containment workers in order to release information into the Norm world. Not that Duke Rivers and the football team are trying to release information into the Norm world, but I needed a plot for my story, and I couldn’t say that the evil villains wanted to thin the competition in a football game; that would be a little too obvious.
By Thursday though, it’s clear I have made some mortal enemies, so when Stephanie plops down in the seat in front of me in Calculus, I’m instantly nervous. She sets a bobblehead on my desk. “It’s a gift for you. I got it from the principal’s office.”
My chest tightens.
“Do you know what it is?” She picks it up and puts it close to my face. “It’s a football player. See the number on his back—fifteen? That was Trevor’s number. Mr. Lemoore has a bobblehead for every quarterback who’s played since he’s been the principal here. Kind of creepy, huh? Anyway, I thought you might like it.”
I push it away from my face. “I don’t want it, Stephanie, so you can put it back.”
She ignores me. “Do you know what’s ironic? This specific bobblehead was sitting on the file cabinet where I also found your transcripts.”
“My transcripts?” An icy chill runs through my veins. Guess there was a really good reason I should’ve stuck to the Compound-appointed backstory after all. My transcripts will not only confirm that I’m not from Southern California, they will let everyone know I’m from Lincoln High.
“Yeah. I made a couple copies of it. I gave one to Trevor before class. That was my gift to him. I thought you could each have a little piece of each other’s past.” She sets the bobblehead back on my desk. “To remember each other by.” She stands and adjusts her miniskirt. “You two make the cutest couple, by the way.” She walks to her desk on the other side of the room. I stare at the toy, its head bouncing slightly.