Prophecy Girl by Melanie Matthews Page A

perfect for each other and now Eva, pale with black hair, felt unworthy next to him. Gently, she let go of his hand, but he didn’t seem to notice, and didn’t try to reclaim it.
    “Bree,” he said with a slight nod, but didn’t smile.
    That’s all they said, but Eva could tell there was something more. Obviously, she had been one of his conquests.
    Bree turned to Eva and gave her a polite, but not-too-friendly smile. “I’m Brianna Kelly, third year and also your roommate.” Her forced smile faded, and Eva noticed that she didn’t extend her hand in a welcome shake. “Don’t touch my stuff.”
    Meg rolled her eyes. “That’s no way to treat the new girl! And no one cares about your thirty shades of pink nail polish!”
    Bree held up her forefinger, showing Meg her shiny coat of pink nail polish. “I know someone took one! There’s one missing! And they’re not all pink! They have different names!”
    Meg snorted. “What? Very Pink? Pink-Pink? Pig-Tail Pink?”
    Bree just growled, throwing her hands up. “I’m out of here!” She marched off down the hallway with her clogs stomping all the way across the hardwood floor of the Commons Area, and then up the grand staircase.
    Meg waved her hand in air, smiling. “Don’t worry about Bree. She’s actually not bad.”
    Corrine just shrugged, but Eva didn’t like the fact that she would be sleeping in the same room with someone who kept a tally on fingernail polish bottles. 
    “All right, that’s enough drama,” Lucas said. “Eva needs to eat.”
    “Ooh, we’ll join you.” Meg looped her arm through Eva’s and pulled her away from Lucas. 
    He gently pulled Eva’s free arm, luring her back to him, while Meg still held on tightly to her other arm. 
    “Later,” he whispered seductively against her ear, and then gently let her go. 
    She almost melted on the floor, consumed by his touch. She watched him leave, but she didn’t have time to miss his departure with Meg pulling her to the cafeteria line, and Corrine trailing along.
    “All the food here is great, isn’t it Ms. Dempsey?” Meg asked the female cook with the blond pixie cut. 
    The cafeteria attendant had just placed a fresh batch of apple cobbler down into a metal slot along the serving line beneath a thick glass to prevent contaminating the food.
    “Why it is Meg,” she responded, smiling.
    “That’s Augusta Dempsey,” Meg informed, “and that’s James Clarke,” she continued, pointing to the male cook in the back, who was stirring something in a large silver bowl.
    “Hey, Meg,” he said, smiling. “Feeling any better?”
    “Much better now that Eva is here!”
    “That’s great,” he said, and went back to stirring. 
    Eva guessed that Augusta Dempsey and James Clarke were in their late thirties, and wondered if they were just like everyone else here at Green Clover Academy. Colin Black, the groundskeeper, was most likely a Leprechaun. He seemed feisty enough and he was still there, but didn’t take any classes. Eva assumed that once everyone graduated, they could choose to continue on at the school, but just in a different capacity, or leave. If she was at a regular school, she would flee the moment she received her diploma, go out in the world, and finally be free, with no one telling her what to do. But the reality was that the world didn’t want people like them: girls who had visions and boys who vanished. Green Clover Academy was the ideal place for Banshees and Leprechauns. 
    She wondered about Lucas. This was his last year, but he could stay on after, and help Colin tend the grounds. That way he could still be with her, but she knew given their dislike of each other that sun-kissed Lucas would rather shovel snow in Antarctica.
    Meg pointed to the beef stew. “That’s very good. You should get some.”
    Eva took the large serving spoon, scooped up a sizable portion of the stew, and then placed it on her shamrock-decorated tray.
    “Do they serve green eggs in