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At home, I sometimes stare at myself in the mirror. I don’t dare get a tattoo, but how about a piercing? Once I put a dot on the side of my nose with a Sharpie. The thought of a stud in my nose instantly made me feel stronger.

“Sure.”

Alissa

Why do I like to eat my own cum?

Is he leaving because Sky asked that question? I realize that I’m riled up. I want Miles to look at me again the way he just did. It was like he could see much more than my exterior.

I thought this was just about a bet, but Alissa smiled at Miles the way only she could. Her boy-slaying smile.

Absolutely none of it was his fault, but the accident still changed him. Dad stayed home from work, wandering around the house like a ghost. Even the firefighters who’d been with him that night couldn’t get through to him.

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I’m startled by my thought. After Karla, I made up my mind never to feel anything for a girl again. It’s easier to reject them all than to let anyone get close. Because when they get close, they start asking questions. Questions I can’t answer.

It got loads of positive reactions from all kinds of young people, which pulled me through that tough time.

Alissa. Every pizza I deliver for the rest of the evening, I’m thinking about her. As I ride my scooter home, I can still see her bare neck.

How can I be okay with being ugly? What is the bright side?

When I was little, I used to spend hours awake in bed, waiting for my dad finally to come back safely from work. I didn’t dare close my eyes until he was home. Sometimes I didn’t manage to stay awake. Then I’d wake up with a start in the middle of the night and run barefoot to my mom and dad’s room. When I saw the lump on his side of the bed, I’d sneak back to my room, feeling relieved.

But I haven’t forgotten.

Nothing’s changed here, and yet everything has changed.

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“Don’t think so.” Alissa takes out her wallet. “How much do you want to bet?”

Sky lights his cigarette. “No need to get pissed. Gay people are cool.”

Fenna would climb into my bed, terrified, whenever Dad started screaming. I’d hold her until she fell asleep.

Can a twin flame runner be happy in a karmic relationship?

I curse to myself.

“He’s on his way, so now we just have to wait and see.” Sky puts his phone in his pocket and casually rolls a cigarette. He never has actual packs of cigarettes. Sky always does everything just a little bit differently from everyone else.

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“Where were you?”

Find the clues.

A few minutes later, a scooter with a big blue trunk on the back drives into the park.

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Sky points at his eyebrow. “So much gunk came out! I could have made it into a smoothie.”

After a few months, he went back full-time and seemed to have forgotten it all.

Miles puts the last bit of pizza into his mouth and stands up. “Got to go.”

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How is that possible? All this time, I’ve never gone the wrong way. I settled into our new place immediately.

“Are you gay?” Sky asks.

I know Mint’s mom can get, like, totally panicky, but it still shocks me every time. She talks to Mint like she’s a little kid. My younger sister’s nine, and not even she gets treated that much like a baby.

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Even now, I still feel that scared sometimes.

“One pepperoni pizza?” The boy takes out a pizza box. The scent of melted cheese makes my mouth water.

“Sky’s paying for the pizza,” I say. “And the tip.”

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My heart skips a beat when I see that nothing’s changed. The sidewalk is lower in one place, where I could always ride over it on my bike without bumping the back wheel.

What would it feel like to kiss that soft bit of skin?

These days I do sleep, but never very deeply.

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Mint’s mom gives me a quick nod but then turns back to her daughter. “A deal is a deal.”

Boys like to check me out, and it drives me crazy. Andreas is the last boy I kissed, and I did like him. But after our kiss, I heard him bragging about it like I wasn’t even a person, just some “hot” girl.

At the door, Mint reaches for her keys, but the light in the hallway goes on and her mom opens up.

The people who lived in the house were in the bedrooms on the second floor, and no one could reach them. Dad tried to get through, but it was too dangerous. In the end, all he could do was stand and watch helplessly as the whole house burned down.

My stomach’s churning, like I’m about to take an important exam.

“Here.” The pretty girl passes me the box. As I eat my slice, I dare to take a closer look at her. There has to be something about her that’s disappointing, something that’ll help me to forget about her later.

I’ve never talked to Miles, but whenever I go to meet Sky at work, I watch him from a distance.

Dad used to scream the whole house awake. Nightmares, Mom said, but that was an understatement.

But her voice sounds like she’s singing. Her eyes are an endless blue. And she smells like autumn sunshine.

When I get home, I turn the amp for my electric drum kit up high. Drumming always works, but not this time. Even after playing for half an hour, I still feel angry. I pull off my headphones.

“Did it hurt?” I hear Alissa ask. I’m back on the bench in the park. What were they talking about now?

Why can’t I shake it off?

Alissa, Sky, Miles, and Mint are ready for a night of fun at the Escape Room.

And escape the room in 60 minutes.

The memory’s painful.

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I’ve seen this girl before. She meets Sky after work sometimes. I noticed her immediately because she had the same blue eyes as me. Dad used to say I was the only one except him with blue peepers like this, but he was wrong. This girl’s eyes are hypnotic.

“Alissa.”

“Stop it.” Alissa quickly straightens her T-shirt. It’s a small gesture, but I can tell she’s nervous.

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A few minutes later, we’re riding our bikes into the upscale neighborhood where Mint lives. The first time I went to her house, I couldn’t believe my eyes. But Mint’s dad is a lawyer, so he earns way more than my dad, who works for the fire department.

Miles breaks in front of our bench and gives Sky a wave. When he lifts the visor of his helmet, I see two bright blue eyes, like Alissa’s. But there’s something cold about these eyes. They have nothing to do with the Italian sea but are more like icy water. I get a weird feeling that I can’t quite identify.

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Mint

Solve the puzzles.

Miles

I turn my face from left to right. “Do you like it?”

It's simple.

I’m not sure I want to forget her.

I fall back onto my bed and look at the group photo on my nightstand. Having it there makes it hard for me to sleep, but it’s even harder without it.

So when a documentary maker asked me if I’d interview the effects of the fire on our family, I said yes immediately. The documentary was broadcast on a kids’ channel, and I hoped I’d be able to help someone, even if it was just one person.

A couple of weeks ago in Textile Studies, we had to make dresses out of garbage bags. Alissa pulled hers over her head, grabbed hold of it on one side, and shot a staple through the plastic. Then she paraded around the classroom like she was on a catwalk. Some of the boys started whistling. Even in a garbage bag, she was stunning.

I follow Alissa’s gaze to Sky’s eyebrow piercing, which he had done a while ago. When he turned up at school the next day, the skin around the piercing was red and swollen. I touched my eyebrow, which also hurt for a few days.

A girl with blond hair and a red scarf around her neck comes jogging into the park. As she passes us, she flashes me a quick smile.

I hesitate because I need to get going, but something about her voice makes me stop.

The girl smiles. “Want a slice?”

“Where’s that pizza?” Alissa asks impatiently.

“And who are you?” asks Miles.

Now and then I watch the documentary again. I see the dark circles under my eyes, which look anxiously into the camera.

Caitlin’s in our year at school. If I squint, they even look a bit like each other. But Caitlin’s blue eyes don’t match up to the real thing.

I pick up the photo and hold it close to my face. There’s a small worn patch where I sometimes press my lips to it. We’re standing close together, our arms touching.

“Yep. It’s for us.” Then Sky points at Alissa. “She’s paying.”

Alissa gives him a shove and he nearly falls off the back of the bench. “Stop! You’re going to scare me out of it.”

“Where to?"

“Of course.”

“Now?” Mint smiles. She knows I have no patience. When I have an idea, it has to happen right away.

It’s only then that I notice the other girl on the bench. She’s leaning forward slightly, with her straight hair hanging over her face like two curtains. She doesn’t quite seem to belong.

“Nice.” Mint went so pale as the needle sank into my nose. It was like she was the one who was suffering.

“It’s almost time for your break, isn’t it? Come on, have some.” Seems the girl with the blue eyes knows not just my name, but my work schedule too.

“What’s that in your nose?”

The situation with Dad seemed to be going on forever, but at a certain point, it gradually started to get better. They gave him medication to calm him down. He saw a psychologist and, with the help of the other firefighters, he was even able to go back to work for half days.

I have no idea who my two best friends are talking about. Their conversations often pass me by, like I’m on the other side of a wall.

I don’t like it when people know my name and I don’t know theirs. Feels like I’m down 1–0.

“He’s gay. For sure.” Sky’s sitting on the backrest of the bench, right behind Alissa and me. It’s just the three of us. The rest of the park is deserted.

He kisses me on the forehead and closes the front door behind him. I watch through the glass as he rides his bike out of the front yard.

I get why the teachers say he’s direct. He’s like a bulldozer sometimes.

My dad’s already in his firefighter uniform when I come into the hallway.

“What do you think?” I ask yet again when we’re both on our bikes.

We’re sitting so close that Miles’s leg is touching mine. He’s looking at me as if he hopes to find something in my face. His eyes scan every inch of my skin.

I can see part of her bare neck.

Sky grabs my wrist and looks at my watch. “Bang on time. Typical Miles. You see? He’s a punctual gay guy.”

Alissa

Sky’s handsome too, but his rough-and-tough exterior scares a lot of people off. Which seems like a great idea to me.

I hated that Fenna had to go through that. I wanted to do something to help, but I didn’t know what.

All they need to do is get out.

She came up to my desk that first morning and asked if the seat next to me was taken. Alissa was the kind of girl who could have sat anywhere. She was so incredibly beautiful. Her eyes were the color of the sea on the Italian coast, where I’d spent the summer. I looked around suspiciously. Where were her giggling friends, laughing at me from a distance because I’d fallen for it?

Alissa likes him.

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Miles stands out, not because he’s good-looking, but because he doesn’t seem to want to be. It’s as if his looks torment him somehow. And that’s something I recognize.

Since when has Alissa wanted a piercing? I try to imagine what it would look like on her, a little ring through her eyebrow.

At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but then when Alissa broke her wrist in the gym, mine was painful for weeks too.

Certainly not since last Christmas.

Sky’s voice brings me back to the present. “Let’s bet for a pizza,” he says. “And Miles can deliver it. Perfect.”

I know I should go, but somehow I find myself taking off my helmet and sitting down beside her.

Alissa doesn’t have a clue that I only started dating Caitlin to divert attention.

Did Sky tell her my name?

One night, when Dad was on duty, four people died in a fire, including one of his fellow firefighters. A beam burned through and collapsed on the guy’s head.

“You think?” Alissa looks at the boy. “Hey, Miles.”

Miles shakes his head irritably. “No, I’m not gay.”

Miles

“Mom . . .” Mint blushes.

“You belong with me,” I say quietly to the photo. “You just need to see it.”

“To get the piercing?”

Sky

But there was no one else there. We were the only ones in the classroom.

In the window of number 39, there’s still a line of wooden cows on the ledge. I used to spend ages looking at them when I was a little kid. Dad stood patiently beside me as I counted them and gave them all names.

Can I feel other people’s pain? Is that possible? It feels supernatural, weird. And if anyone finds out, I’ll get even more of a reputation for being crazy.

So they’re talking about Miles, who works at the pizzeria with Sky. I’ve never seen him before, but Alissa’s mentioned him a few times.

Choose their game.

I swallow the pizza. “And who are you?”

I don’t realize where I am until I’m almost at the front door. This is my old street.

Alissa waves a five-dollar bill around. It reminds me of the first day of junior high. I thought Alissa had made a bet then too.

Dad tries to look stern, but then he bursts out laughing. “I think it’s cool. Hey, your mom will be home soon. Ruben and Koby are upstairs. Will you give Fenna a hand with her math homework?”

“Miles has half an hour to get here. After that, the pizza’s free.”

I’d like to cut everyone else out of the photo, but this way Alissa can come into my room without realizing what’s up. There’s no need to worry about Mint. She spends half her time floating in another dimension.

“You coming?” I ask Mint as she gets on her bike.