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  e'd been trying to
  tell me that all along.
  he just looked at me, eyes full of some emotion i 't prehend.
  ”but not bad,” i whispered, shaking my head. ”no, i dohat
  you're bad.”
  ”y.” his voice was almost inaudible. he looked down, stealing
  my bottle lid and then spinning it oween his fingers. i
  stared at him, w why i didn't feel afraid. he meant what he was
  saying — that was obvious. but i just felt anxious, on edge… and, more
  than anything else, fasated. the same way i always felt when i was
  near him.
  the sileil i he cafeteria ty.
  i jumped to my feet. ”we're goie.”
  ”i'm not going to class today,” he said, twirling the lid so fast it was
  just a blur.
  ”why not?”
  ”it's healthy to ditow and then.” he smiled up at me, but his
  eyes were still troubled.
  ”well, i'm going,” i told him. i was far too big a cetting
  caught.
  he turention baakeshift top. ”i'll see you later,
  then.”
  i hesitated, torhe first bell sent me hurrying out the door
  — with a last glaning that he hadn't moved a timeter.
  as i half-ran to class, my head inhe bottle cap.
  so few questions had been answered in parison to how many new
  questions had bee least the rain had stopped.
  i was lucky; mr. banner wasn't i wheled
  quiy seat, aware that both mike and aaring at me.
  mike looked resentful; angela looked surprised, and slightly awed.
  mr. bahe room then, g the class to order. he was
  juggling a few small cardboard boxes in his arms. he put them down on
  mike's table, telling him t them around the class.
  ”okay, guys, i want you all to take one pie each box,” he said as
  he produced a pair loves from the pocket of his lab jad
  pulled them on. the sharp sound as the gloves so plast
  his wrists seemed omihe first should be an indicator card,”
  he went a white card with four squares marked on it and
  displaying it. ”the sed is a fed applicator —” he held up
  something that looked like a hless hair pid the third
  is a sterile micet.” he held up a small piece of blue plastid
  split it open. the barb was ihis dista my stomach
  flipped.
  ”i'll be ing around er of repare your cards, so
  please don't start uo you.” he begaable again,
  carefully putting one drop of water ihe four squares. ”then i
  want you to carefully prick yer with the la…” he grabbed
  mike's hand ahe spike iip of mike's middle finger. oh
  no. clammy moisture broke out ay forehead.
  ”put a small drop of blood ohe prorated,
  squeezing mike's fihe blood floed vulsively,
  my stomag.
  ”and then apply it to the card,” he finished, holding up the dripping red
  card for us to see. i y eyes, tryihr
  in my ears.
  ”the red cross is having a blood drive in peles weekend, so i
  thought you should all know your blood type.” he sounded proud of
  himself. ”those of you who areee will need a parent's
  permissio my desk.”
  he ued through the room with his s. i put my cheek
  against the cool black tabletop ao hold on to my ess.
  all around me i could hear squeals, plaints, and giggles as my
  classmates skewered their fingers. i breathed slowly in and h
  my mouth.
  ”bella, are yht?” mr. banner asked. his voiy
  head, and it sounded alarmed.
  ”i already know my blood type, mr. banner,” i said in a weak voice. i was
  afraid to raise my head.
  ”are you feeling faint?”
  ”yes, sir,” i muttered, internally kig myself for not dit i
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