Free Dream Dark by Kami García Page A

trying to make someone like you is total y demeaning. It’s pathetic. It’s…”
    “Mortal?”
    “Exactly.” She shuddered, moving on to the Jel -O.
    A few minutes later, Link worked his way over to our table. He dropped down next to Ridley, and the side of the table where Lena and I were sitting lifted right off the ground. At 6'2", I was one of the tal est guys at Jackson, but I only had an inch or so on Link now.
    “Hey, man. Take it easy.”
    Link eased up a little, and our side of the table smacked down against the linoleum. People were staring. “Sorry. I keep forgettin’. I’m Transitioning. Mr.
    Ravenwood said this would be a rough time, when you’re the new kid on the block.”
    Lena kicked me under the table, trying not to laugh.
    Ridley was less subtle. “I think al this sugar is making me sick. Oh wait, did I say sugar? I meant sap.” She looked at Link. “And when I said sap, I meant you.”
    Link smiled. This was the Ridley he liked best.
    “Your uncle said no one would understand.”
    “Yeah, I bet it’s real y tough being the Hulk.” I was kidding, but I wasn’t far off.
    “Dude, it’s no joke. I can’t sit down for more than five minutes or people start throwing their food at me, like they expect me to eat it.”
    “Wel , you did have a reputation for being a human garbage disposal.”
    “I could stil eat if I wanted to.” He looked disgusted. “But food doesn’t taste like anything. It’s like chewin’ on cardboard. I’m on the Macon Ravenwood diet. You know, snackin’ on a few dreams here and there.”
    “Whose dreams?” If Link was feeding off my dreams, I was going to kick his ass. They were confusing enough without him.
    “No way. Your head’s too ful a crazy for me. But you wouldn’t believe what Savannah dreams about.
    Let’s just say she’s not thinking about the state finals.”
    No one wanted to hear the details—especial y not Ridley, who was stabbing at her Jel -O. I tried to spare her. “That’s a visual I can live without, thanks.”
    “It’s cool. But you’l never guess what I saw.” If he said Savannah in her underwear, he was a dead man.
    Lena was thinking the same thing. “Link, I don’t think—”
    “Dol s.”
    “What?” It wasn’t the answer Lena was expecting.
    “Barbies, but not the ones girls had in elementary school. These puppies are al dressed up. She’s got a bride, Miss America, Snow White. And they’re in this big glass case.”
    “I knew she reminded me of a Barbie.” Ridley stabbed another cube.
    Link slid closer to her. “You stil ignorin’ me?”
    “You’re not worth the time it takes to ignore.”
    Ridley stared through the jiggling red cube. “I don’t think Kitchen makes this. What’s it cal ed again?”
    “Jel -O Surprise.” Link grinned.
    “What’s the surprise?” Ridley examined the red gelatin more closely.
    “What they put in it.” He flicked the cube with his finger, and she pul ed it away.
    “Which is?”
    “Ground-up hooves, hides, and bones. Surprise.”
    Ridley looked at him, shrugged, and put the spoon in her mouth. She wasn’t going to give him an inch.
    Not as long as he was creeping around Savannah Snow’s bedroom at night and flirting with her al day.
    Link looked over at me. “So, you wanna shoot some hoops after school?”
    “No.” I shoved the rest of the sloppy joe into my mouth.
    “I can’t believe you’re eating that. You hate those things.”
    “I know. But they’re pretty good today.” A Jackson first. When Amma’s cooking was off and the cafeteria’s was on, maybe it real y was the End of Days.
    You know, you can play basketball if you want to.
    Lena was offering me something, the same thing Link was. A chance to make peace with my former friends, to be less of an outcast, if that was possible.

    But it was too late. Your friends were supposed to stand by you, and now I knew who my friends real y were. And who they weren’t.
    I don’t want to.
    “Come on. It’s