Free Seneca Rebel (The Seneca Society Book 1) by Rayya Deeb Page B

that had been taking me under less than an hour before.
    "Look. I saw who you were checking out. On the first day, and the day when you first got back from getting your Necrolla shot."
    "Well?"
    "Well."
    I could tell that this was not what he wanted to be talking about. But I knew he had the dirt, and the anticipation was building. I flicked a sour cream-covered corn kernel and it hit him square in the forehead.
    "Yeah! That's my girl."
    "So, what, you don't want to tell me? I have to find out for myself, is that the deal?"
    "Okay. What exactly do you want to know?"
    "Everything."
    Reba sat back. He was going to give me the info I wanted because he’d known all along that this conversation was inevitable... and that it was going to go down with a patch of sour cream between his eyes.
    "Dominic Ambrosia."
    "Dominic." I softly repeated his name like it was the finest name I'd ever heard.
    "Look. I know he's got some weird magnetic thing about him that girls are really into. Trust me, I get it. But he's not good for you."
    Didn't Reba know that telling a girl a guy isn’t good for her can make the girl want the guy that much more?
    "Yes. I know I’ve just made him even more attractive, but I’d like to think that you would trust me on this one."
    I waited to hear if he had a good enough reason for me to disregard the laws of attraction.
    "Dominic came into Seneca at the same time as me. He's a loner. Always keeps to himself, and is always under some sort of investigation with S.O.I.L."
    "What is S.O.I.L.?"
    "Seneca Observation and Intelligence League, aka, a much more hardcore version of the F.B.I. They know everything."
    "Sounds like Big Brother."
    "S.O.I.L. is like Big Brother's older, smarter, cooler, stronger and much more ruthless brother."
    "I see."
    "You start down the path of interacting with Dominic Ambrosia, and you're just asking for S.O.I.L. to be all over you like white on rice, for the rest of your life."
    I wasn't so interested in my chilaquiles anymore.

13
    T HE ACOUSTIC CARRIER dropped us off at S.E.R.C. Monday morning. I wanted to dodge Reba so he wouldn't ask me what I’d decided about Blue Combat Boots. Dominic . I scanned my surroundings as I stepped off the carrier. I was in the clear.
    "Campbellllla. Just who I was looking for."
    Well, lots of things were unavoidable around here. "Hey Reebs."
    "Listen, about our conversation yesterday."
    "What conversation?"
    "Exactly. Can we keep it that way? Dominic isn't a bad guy. I just want the best for you is all."
    "You trust me, I trust you. Sounds like we have a pretty solid friendship."
    Reba smiled. "Be careful. That's all I ask."
    I nodded. He knew what I was up to. This kid seriously had some incredible intuition going on, and the nose of a bloodhound. There was no pulling something over on him.
    "Lunch." He put his fist up for a bump, and I bumped him back
    With five minutes to kill before first session, I booked it to the hallway where I invariably ran into Dominic. I waited until twenty seconds before my flexer session notification was set to go off, but no sign of him. I was royally bummed. Did Reba know Dominic wouldn't be around today, and that's why he was cool with me running off to find him?
    I sat through my first few sessions that day completely unimpressed, even though what we were doing in them I normally would have found fascinating. Then, in Seneca Civics and Ethics we had a guest speaker. Seneca citizen, Julian Hollenbeck, was not only the head of America's top television network, but he also owned news outlets and multi-media distribution networks around the globe. I was more than surprised to see him since, according to reports in the Aboves, he had died of brain cancer a few years back. According to Mr. Hollenbeck, he had been given the opportunity; if he stayed for good in Seneca, to instantaneously eradicate his terminal cancer, and then go on to develop media distribution channels for this new, advanced society. He gave a really