Free Eve and Adam by Michael Grant, Katherine Applegate Page B

mess lasted maybe a minute or two.
    No more. Now I’m scared. Scared and pissed.
    “Damn you, Maddox!” I rage. “You could have gotten us all killed.”
    “No way,” he protests, but it’s weak. “They would have just beaten the hell out of me.”
    “Yeah, because nothing like that ever gets out of control,” I shout. “Solo saved your butt, you loser.” I’m on a roll now. “Get out of Aislin’s life and stop dragging her down with you.”
    Aislin looks out the window at the lights streaking past. Not at me, not at Maddox.
    “I can’t sneak them back into Spiker,” Solo says. “There are limits to my maze rat powers.”
    “I can get Aislin in. Right through the front door,” I reply.
    Solo shakes his head slightly. “Not without some explanation for how she got there. We need to drop her first. After we’re back, then we can get her in.”
    “Aislin, we’ll drop you off at your house,” I say. “Or wherever you want. But you have to get a cab and come to Spiker. Stay with me for a while. At least until your parents get back from Barbados.”
    “Belize.”
    Aislin’s parents travel a lot. They are perpetually tan.
    “Hey, I still have a few days of school and—”
    “Dammit, Aislin!” I yell, cutting her off. “We can get you to school.”
    “Sweetheart,” she says, reaching over to put her hand on my arm. She gives me the look I secretly think of as her “doomed” look. It’s the weary, knowing, sad look that says, I’m a bad seed, I’m unlucky in life, this is my fate, and you can’t really help me.
    That’s all she says. Just “sweetheart.”
    I turn away, angry. I tell Solo to drop Aislin and Maddox at her parents’ place.
    What is it that gets inside a person and convinces them to self-destruct? Is it their home life? Sometimes. But Aislin’s home life isn’t terrible. Her parents fight, but so do lots of people’s parents. They’re not rich, but they have enough money, enough, anyway, to get her into our snooty private school. Enough to keep their tans fresh.
    Her mother is kind of a weak, ditzy, and inconsequential woman—the polar opposite of my mother. Absolutely no one has ever described Terra Spiker as weak. But it’s not like Aislin is being abused. I would know. We have no secrets. Her father is just like Aislin, a funny, charming, and, um, shall we say, adventurous person. But he loves Aislin and she knows it.
    They’re distracted parents, not always around, not perfect. Join the club.
    So what’s the deal?
    Is it all just DNA? Is that twisted double helix the all-controlling code we can never outwit? Is there some chromosome deep down in Aislin’s cells that dooms her to a life of unhappiness with losers like Maddox?
    On the other hand, Aislin, at least, has a relationship.
    Oh, that was a cruel shot from my own brain. I’m actually arguing with myself as we motor through the streets, looking for Aislin’s house.
    Yes, she has a relationship. A bad relationship.
    Is a bad relationship supposed to be better than none at all?
    How would you know?
    There’s no hurry. I’m not a pint of half-and-half about to expire. I can wait until I meet the right person.
    You mean the perfect person. The flawless person. That person doesn’t exist.
    We drop Aislin. I beckon her to my window, and in a loud whisper that Maddox, to his credit, pretends not to hear, I tell her to come straight to Spiker and stay with me. I beg and plead and know I’m wasting my time.
    I watch Aislin and Maddox head inside. She waves wanly before closing the door.
    I slam The Leg against the dashboard. “Oh, she drives me crazy sometimes.”
    “Your leg doesn’t seem to be bothering you at all,” Solo notes.
    “What?” He’s right. I’d forgotten all about it. “Yeah, well, that’s not my main worry right now.”
    He holds my gaze as if waiting for something. I have the sudden, bizarre thought that he might be thinking about kissing me.
    “Not even,” I say. “I didn’t