into the immaculately cut grass. I flipped open the front of my bag and pulled out my sunglasses and the Buffy comic. Scanning pages, I finally found the point where Iâd left off the night before and started reading.
âYou havenât finished it yet?â
Ben West had moved out of a line of other Mess kids and was leaning against the planter a few feet away from me. His polo was wrinkled and he hadnât brushed his hair. I glared at him for a second and then turned my attention back to the comic.
âNo spoilers,â I said.
âAh,â he said, staring at the groups of incoming classmates. âSo, you havenât reached the point where Xander dies?â
âDamn it, West.â The glossy pages gave a pathetic crinkle as I closed the book.
He laughed loudly. âKidding. Donât freak out.â
âWhy donât you leave me alone?â I growled at him. âThere is absolutely no reason for us to ever have a conversation.â
He gave me a sardonic look out of the corner of his eye as he reached up and twirled the end of his mustache.
âI was just trying to uphold the school ordinance,â he said. âEveryone is required to try to be pleasant to you in the name of making you seem like less of a dangerous loner.â
âGo to hell,â I said with a groan, stuffing the comic into my bag. âOr whatever hellish dimension you prefer.â
âIâm partial to the world without shrimp. Iâm allergic.â
âName the episode or stop sullying my fandom,â I said. There really should have been a rule about unworthy jerks making Buffy the Vampire Slayer references. I shoved my sunglasses farther up my nose.
ââSuperstar.â Season four, episode seventeen,â he said drily. âYouâre extra shrewish today. Did your friends finally realize that they could do better?â
âDid yours?â I asked, turning to look at him dead-on. âWhy are you skulking around alone?â
He gestured vaguely to the front gate. âWaiting for the guys.â
âThen wait with your mouth shut.â
Someone called my name and I spotted Meg bobbing toward us, her shiny black hair leaping around her cheeks. She landed in the grass faintly out of breath.
âGood morning, Trix,â she said. She gave West a confused wave. âAnd Ben West.â
âMargaret Royama,â he said, inclining his head.
âYou guys arenât going to, like, duel or something, are you?â Meg asked me, cocking her head.
âI submitted the challenge years ago,â I said blandly. âBut appealing to his sense of honor is useless.â
âWeâre divvying up hell dimensions,â West said. âTrix is taking the world thatâs nothing but shrimp.â
âBut you donât eat meat,â Meg said, blinking at me. She brightened suddenly and said, âOh! Did you guys read the new Buffy ? Isnât it cool whenââ
âNo spoilers,â I huffed, holding up a staying hand.
âBeatrice is a little behind,â West said in a loud whisper. âThere were some very big words in this issue.â
âI have some very short words for you, West. Shut your damn mouth, for a start.â Taking in a deep breath, I turned to Meg. âI was up late starting our costumes.â
âOh,â she said. âThatâs okay, then.â
âWhat will you be dressing up as this year?â West asked me. âSomething with a mask, I hope?â
âMaleficent,â I ground out.
âAh.â He paused. âSo, just scraping off your makeup and going in your true form.â
âPerhaps you could follow suit and put on a pair of donkey ears.â
âOh look,â Meg interrupted with false cheeriness. âPeter and Jack are here.â
The Donnelly brothers were, in fact, walking toward us. Jack sped ahead of Peter, leaving his brother limping behind as he