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don’t I react to
it?”
    I started to wonder if maybe there was
something very wrong with me. Everyone reacted to him, except for
me. Maybe I had a seriously botched sense of smell or a brain tumor
or something equally horrible.
    “ That is a very good
question.” Jack pulled out of the parking lot, slipping easily into
an opening in the traffic.
    “ You don’t actually know
why, do you?” I asked. “You don’t know why I’m different then
everyone else.”
    “ I do not,” Jack admitted,
then looked over at me. “But look, Alice, I don’t want you to get
hung up on this thing. It’s too hard to explain and… for our
purposes, it doesn’t even matter at all.”
    “ What purposes?” I narrowed
my eyes at him.
    “ In order for this
friendship to work, you’re just going to have to accept that there
are certain things that I’m not gonna tell you,” Jack said firmly.
“I’m not trying to be a dick about this but that’s just the way it
is.”
    “ And what if I can’t accept
that?”
    “ Then we can’t hang out
anymore.” He tried to sound matter-of-fact about it, but I could
hear the sadness in his voice.
    “ This doesn’t make any
sense,” I said, but I was already relenting. “Why can’t you just
tell me things?”
    “ I can’t tell you why I
can’t tell!” He said it like it meant something, like I would go,
oh yeah, I get it now.
    “ This is gonna frustrate me
to no end.” I was sulking, but that only made him smile.
    “ I know.” He was still
smiling, but he sounded regretful. “I’ll drop you off and then you
can take some time to think about things and decide if hanging out
with me seems worth it. And then, if you still wanna hang out, you
can text me. Okay?”
    “ Okay.” I tried to sound as
dejected and pouty as possible, hoping that would change his mind
somehow and he would divulge all his classified information to
me.
    He only laughed again, and I got out of his
car and went into my apartment.
    After a brief interrogation from Milo, I
laid awake in my bed for hours, running a million different
theories about Jack. Weird government experiment? CIA? Werewolf?
Nothing really seemed to fit.
    My most promising one was
that he was a celebrity of some kind pulling some ridiculous Hannah Montana lifestyle. That would explain why everyone noticed him. And
if he was going for some kind of secret hidden identity, then he
couldn’t tell me.
    That still didn’t explain why everyone else
would recognize him but me, or why he’d want to live incognito. But
at least it was a theory.
    Since I had been up until the wee hours of
the morning trying to figure Jack out, and I didn’t have school, I
fully intended to spend the entire day sleeping, curled up in the
soft comfort of my down blankets.
    Unfortunately, my Jane embargo fell through.
Or rather, burst through my bedroom door, destroying any chance of
sleep.
    “ What the hell is going
on?” Jane hissed after she’d thrown open my bedroom door so hard
that the knob left a mark in the plaster.
    I jumped up, tangled up in a mass of
blankets and sleep induced confusion. I could barely focus my eyes
on the blurry vision of Jane, standing in my doorway, with her
hands on her hips glaring down at me.
    Milo cowered behind her, muttering things
about how she needed to keep it down or Mom would completely freak
out. Whenever Jane was around, he acted like a puppy about to pee
on the floor, and it drove me nuts.
    “ What are you talking
about?” I asked groggily. I flopped back down in bed, trying to
remember the dream Jane had ripped me from.
    “ You know what.” Her lips
curled back into some kind of sneer and she stepped her Jimmy Choos
over my dirty clothes strewn about my room.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the
alarm clock telling me it was 11:13 am, and I grimaced. It wasn’t
even noon yet, and Jane was in heels and red lipstick.
    “ I really don’t,” I yawned
and pulled the covers up over me more.
    “ Why