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Suze's POV"Jesse," I said. This was turning out to be the best day ever! Well, one of them, anyway. It would be a winner if…
"New York?" he said.
"Yeah, I'm going to visit my friend, Gina. You know, the one who came and stayed here a few months back?"
He just kind of nodded. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. But isn't it always? I mean, it is Jesse we're talking about.
I continued. "I'm leaving this weekend and staying for a week. Though I'll probably have to go back to my old high school…" I said the last part with a scowl. "They all thought I was crazy because of the whole…you know, mediator thing."
"Yes. I know," he said. I think he knew that people at my school were still talking about the party that Dopey and Sleepy threw last month, where Paul got the living you-know-what beat out of him. I also happened to be yelling at someone "non-existent." AKA Jesse.
He looked kind of...depressed, so I said, "Well, maybe they won't think that I'm totally crazy…"
"No…I'm just thinking…" he said in kind of a far-off tone.
Sam's POVI didn't see David again until the next Tuesday, at art class. I hadn't gotten a chance to use the phone all weekend. (Parents. They just don't understand, do they?).
"Hey" he said. "Can you come to New York?"
"Yeah, my parents let me. They still seem to be proud of me for saving your dad. I mean, they didn't even mind my C- in German," I said.
He grinned. He looks so cute when he does that. "Sweet," he said. "There'll be someone 'my age' this time. Usually, when my family goes to meet foreign leaders, there's only little kids, like Rebecca's age, or people who are 'too mature' to be seen with me." He kind of chuckled at that.
I laughed. "The only foreign people I tend to meet are foreign exchange students, because I feel sorry for them." After all, I did know what it was like to be a foreign exchange student. I spent that year in Morocco in third grade.
We kind of stopped talking after that, because we started on today's assignment (we got to draw cow skulls again. Mine seem to come out better every time, if I do say so myself). But mine didn't come out as well. Maybe it was because I was a little preoccupied. I don't know.
Jess's POV"New York? Are you serious?" Rob said in this disbelieving voice.
"Yeah. I get to meet a bunch more psychics, apparently, and help them with some case, according to Krantz."
"Wow. Is the whole team going?" he asked, meaning the psychics that I worked with.
"Yeah, I think so. Next week." I didn't think that it would be too much of a problem for Rob, who isn't in school. "The whole week"
"Mastriani. Wait. Do your parents know about this?"
Shoot. He had to ask the question. Crap.
"We-ell, not yet, really…but that's only because I just got off the phone with Dr. Krantz. And they're going to let me go because A) the whole team is going and B) it's for the feds and this work thing."
I could almost see him raising his eyebrows. Wait, I could see him…I think…
Suddenly, I collapsed on the floor because of a vision, seeing a guy who looked like a total prep guy--you know, the A&E model. The pearly white teeth, tanned skin, curly brown hair. A hottie, as Ruth would have said. Still not as hot as Rob, though.
"Jess? You there?"
Mia's POVAfter Michael got offline, Lilly called me.
"You're going to meet the president?" she almost shrieked.
I sighed. "Yes, but I don't want to. It's all because of this princess thing and Grandmere."
She seemed to ignore that comment. "Can you tell him all the stuff I'm trying to do for the nation? Can you give him some suggestions for me? From me, I mean?"
"Lilly."
"Oh, sorry. But it's the freakin' president. Not everyone gets to do that, you know."
"I know," I said. Was she suddenly jealous of me? That didn't seem very likely. I'm usually the jealous one. If I had the guts to do what Lilly does, like that thing with the waiter-guy a couple months ago… "Oh, and according to Grandmere, his son and the girl who saved his life--"
"Samantha Madison. Go on," she interrupted.
"Are going to school with me. Us," I finished. "I'm not looking forward to this. Lana or someone will be all over me with pom-poms or something." I rolled my eyes as I said this.
"You just rolled your eyes, didn't you?" Lilly said. She knows me too well.
"Well, yeah. I'm sick of Lana being all 'Ohmygod, I'm so much better than you 'cuz I have pom-poms!'"
"Whatever. But, c'mon, you're meeting the president," she continued.
I thought about it. Something bad was going to happen, wasn't it?
