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The first time Xavier caught Wednesday squinting at him, he wondered if she usually wore contact lenses and wasn’t just then.
It was dinner and the gang were all eating at the same table. Xavier was diagonally across from Wednesday. He was talking to Eugene, who’s status had skyrocketed from that-weird-bee-kid to badass-school-savior when he, Bianca, and Wednesday had stopped Crackstone and Laurel Gates. The kid was relishing his newfound attention.
Eugene was talking to Xavier about bees. Of course, he was. And Xavier was listening intently, impart because his mama raised him right and in part because he knew Wednesday had a soft spot for the kid. He interrupted the apiarist with a question, “So drones are all male?”
Eugene answered and continued his story. Diagonally across the table, Wednesday squinted at him. Was she mad that he’d interrupted her friend? No. He knew all the flavors of her angry face.
Oh shit. He’d just proven to her that he was really paying attention to Eugene. The kid who never had more than one friend until the end of last semester.
Wednesday was trying not to smile at him.