Missing Magic by Lexi Connor

Author:Lexi Connor [Connor, Lexi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-545-29893-3
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2009-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

B waited a minute more, until the coast was clear. She stepped out of her hiding place and spelled R-E-A-P-P-E-A-R, and the water fountain returned.

Only then did B realize she was trembling. That was a close one.

Her mouth was dry. She bent over the spigot to get a drink from the fountain. And got her face blasted with jet-powered water that went up her nose.

Typical, she thought.

As soon as her face was dry, she sprinted back down the hall. Once outside the gym, she slowed down, walked in nonchalantly, and hung the bathroom pass on the peg by the door.

George’s eyebrows rose, asking her how it went. She shook her head and rejoined the dodgeball game, hanging back where George was.

“No, what?” George whispered. “Meaning, no tickets?”

B could hardly hear him over the screech of rubber sneakers on the wood floor. “Meaning, couldn’t open Jason’s locker.” She leaped behind George to avoid a red rubber missile. George, startled, only barely caught the ball, sending Lisa Donahue to the bleachers.

“Does that mean we’re stuck?” George asked.

B didn’t answer. She wasn’t ready to admit that, but she couldn’t think of what to do next. While she puzzled over it, an easy throw from Carlos Wilson plastered her in the shoulder. Jason laughed, of course. B shambled over to the bleachers and buried her chin in her hands.

She didn’t have a backup plan. If only Jason would just tell the truth … Fat chance of that.

Unless, maybe, his honesty got a little magical help.

The phone in Mr. Lyons’s office rang, and he blew his whistle. “Take a break, kids,” he said, and disappeared to answer it. George came and sat by her.

“George,” B whispered, “let’s interrogate Jason. Like on detective TV shows. You can be all tough and macho. I’ll ask the questions.”

“Sure,” George said. “Sounds fun, even if there’s not a chance he’ll tell the truth.”

“We might be able to catch him in a lie.”

B hid a grin as George puffed out his chest and swaggered toward Jason.

Jason saw them coming and stood up to walk away.

“Hey, Jameson,” George growled, his voice much deeper than normal. “We wanna talk wich you.”

Jason scowled. “Well, maybe I don’t want to talk to you and Wasp Brain.”

“You usually have plenty to say to me, Rudolph,” B retorted. “We only want to ask you a question.”

“Yeah,” George said out of one corner of his mouth, still acting like a mobster. “The lady has some questions for ya, bub. And that’s Miss Wasp Brain to you.”

Jason blinked, not sure what to make of this. B took advantage of this distraction. She glared at Jason and whispered, “T-R-U-T-H!”

“So ask your stupid question, already,” Jason said. “Or else buzz off, Hornet.”

B cleared her throat. “Did you stay in the classroom after the fire alarm bell rang so that you could save Mozart?”

Jason looked as if he was trying to nod, but his neck had stopped working. His face contorted angrily. “No,” he blurted out. He clapped his hand over his mouth.

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