Connor by Dormaine G Page A

don't know. It just happened. I have slammed that locker a million times, and that has never happened before. I guess we have to be more conscientious now.” Then it clicked. “Tony, how does he know about you? I mean, I saw him when Ronald couldn't, so he knew I was different, but you?”
    “I have a feeling he knew about us long before you saw him today, Connor, or at least suspected. Otherwise, he would not have been watching you last week or been by your locker today.”
    “We have to be more careful and more concerned as to who else is out there,” Tony said, then started mumbling aloud to himself, deep in thought again.
    He turned his attention back to me. “I want to meet him, this kid. You need to point him out to me. He may be able to give us some answers, or at the least, more heads are better than one. You get the concept. Well, ask him questions after I pound his face in first. Why didn't he come to me?”
    Tony was adamant and beyond pissed, but after talking some sense into him, he finally compromised after calming down. We decided to talk to the others about it on Friday.
    Later that night from home, I called Angela and Hope on three-way to explain everything was fine. After a million questions, they relaxed and decided they would not sell me to the circus and make money off me as the strongest woman alive. We laughed about it and said it was probably a fluke, and that was that.
    This may be tougher than I thought. I hated lying to my friends, but if they freaked over a locker incident, just think how they would react if they knew everything. I felt it best not to let them in on my secret, at least for now. Plus, after what went down today in school, it would only put them in danger.

Chapter 12
    Friday night came, and the step competition was in full force. It was the big division battle, and we were up against last year's rival. They swore we only beat them only by one point or we cheated somehow. This past year, our team worked extra hard and came up with some new moves.
    Stoney had a solo, and he owned it. The crowd was rowdy as he put on a show. He was overly animated, which clued some of us in about his questionable sexuality, but Hope as usual didn't get the hint. She screamed “That's my man,” while Angela, Bobby, and some others exchanged glances, then cheered right on.
    Once again, like last year, we blew them out the water. We won for the fourth season in a row. Our archnemesis came in second. They are actually good, but we won't tell them that.
    After the competition was over, we met up with Stoney, tonight's Mr. MVP, and a few others to decide where we were going to grub. If I was hungry, I know they were starving, but then again, when am I not hungry? I was about to suggest a place when I remembered tonight's meeting in the cave with Tony and the others at eleven.
    It was already ten thirty, and I hadn't even thought up an excuse to give. I rode with Angela here, but I couldn't tell her to drop me off at the school. No excuse in the world could explain that one, so walking there was the only option. The school was only a few blocks away, but I needed to get going to make it there on time.
    “What's wrong, Connor? You look confused,” Angela asked. I really need to control my facial expressions.
    I was about to blurt something unbelievable out when Tony came over. He probably didn't even know it, but he saved me from an interrogation of the worst kind.
    “Hey, Connor. What's up, guys?” Tony said, acknowledging the boys on the team. They obviously knew each other according to what the conversation entailed. After the boys finished grunting and making odd noises, which seems so caveman like, Tony turned his attention back to me. “Sorry, I'm late, but it was virtually impossible to muscle through this crowd. Don't be mad.” Then he leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
    I must have had the stupidest look on my face to make Hope nudge some sense into me. “Oh that's…