Fablehaven: The Complete Series (40 page)

Dad pulled into the movie theater parking lot. Alyssa and Trina were standing out front. Beside them stood a hideous goblin wearing a T-shirt and khakis.

“How do I know when to pick you up?” Dad asked.

“I told Mom I would call on Alyssa’s cell phone.”

“Okay. Have fun.”

Not very likely,
Kendra thought as she stepped out of the SUV.

“Hey, Kendra,” Case rasped. She could smell his cologne ten feet away.

“We were getting worried you weren’t coming,” Alyssa said.

“I’m right on time,” Kendra insisted. “You guys were early.”

“Let’s pick a movie,” Trina said.

“What about Brittany?” Kendra asked.

“Her parents wouldn’t let her come,” Trina said. “They’re making her study.”

Case clapped his hands together. “So what are we seeing?”

They negotiated for a couple of minutes. Case wanted to see
Medal of Shame,
about a serial killer addicted to terrorizing veterans who had won the Congressional Medal of Honor. He finally relented on watching his action movie when Trina promised to buy him popcorn. The winning movie was
Switching Places,
the story of a nerdy girl who gets to date the guy of her dreams after her mind gets swapped into the body of the most popular girl in school.

Kendra had wanted to catch that movie, but now she worried it would be ruined. Nothing like cuddling up to a bald goblin during a cheesy chick flick.

As she had suspected, Kendra had a tough time focusing on the movie. Trina sat on one side of Case, with Alyssa on the other. Both were vying for his attention. They all shared a jumbo bucket of popcorn. Kendra declined whenever they offered her some. She wanted no part of anything those warty hands had pawed.

By the time the credits were rolling, Case had an arm around Alyssa. The two of them kept whispering and giggling. Trina sat with her arms crossed, wearing a disgruntled expression. Monster or not, when had any good come from multiple girls going out together with a guy they were all interested in?

Case and Alyssa held hands as they exited the theater. Trina’s mom was waiting in the parking lot. Trina said a terse good-bye and stalked away.

“Can I use your cell phone?” Kendra asked. “I need to call my dad.”

“Sure,” Alyssa said, handing it over.

“You want a ride?” Kendra asked as she dialed.

“I’m not that far,” Alyssa said. “Case said he would walk me.”

The goblin gave Kendra a strange, sly smile. For the first time, she wondered if Case was aware that she knew his true identity. He seemed to be gloating that there was nothing she could do about it.

Kendra tried to keep her expression neutral. Mom answered the phone, and Kendra reported that she needed to be picked up. She handed the phone back to Alyssa. “Isn’t that a pretty long walk? You can both have a ride.”

Alyssa gave Kendra a look that questioned why she was deliberately trying to ruin something spectacular. Case put an arm around her shoulders, leering.

“Alyssa,” Kendra said firmly, taking her hand, “I need to talk to you in private for a second.” She tugged Alyssa toward her. “Is that all right, Case?”

“No problem. I need to run and use the rest room anyhow.” He went back inside the theater.

“What is your deal?” Alyssa complained.

“Think about it,” Kendra said. “We hardly know anything about him. You just met him today. He’s not a little guy. Are you sure you want to go walking alone in the dark with him? Girls can get in a lot of trouble that way.”

Alyssa gave her an incredulous look. “I can tell he’s a nice guy.”

“No, you can tell that he’s good-looking, and pretty funny. Lots of psychos seem like nice guys at first. That’s why you hang out a few times in public places before you spend time alone. Especially when you’re fourteen!”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” Alyssa conceded.

“Let my dad give both of you a ride. If you want to talk with him, do it in front of your house. Not on a dark, lonely street.”

Alyssa nodded. “Maybe you have a point. It wouldn’t hurt to hang out within screaming distance of home.”

When Case got back, Alyssa explained the plan, minus the part about him potentially being a psychopath. He resisted at first, saying it was such a nice night that it would be a crime not to walk, but finally consented when Kendra reminded him that it was after nine.

Dad showed up in the SUV a few minutes later, and agreed to give Alyssa and Case a ride. Kendra climbed up front. Alyssa and Case rode in the back, whispering and holding hands. Dad dropped the lovebirds off at Alyssa’s house. Case explained that he lived just down the street.

As she drove away, Kendra looked back at them. She was leaving her friend alone with a creepy, conniving goblin. But there was nothing else she could do! At least Alyssa was in front of her house. If something happened she could cry out or run inside. Under the circumstances, that would have to suffice.

“Looks like Alyssa has a boyfriend,” Dad remarked.

Kendra leaned her head against the window. “Looks can be deceiving.”

Chapter 2

Talking to Strangers

Kendra arrived at her homeroom several minutes early the next day. As kids trickled in, Kendra sat with her heart in her throat, waiting to see Alyssa. Case walked in, and although Kendra watched him, he paid her no attention. He went to the front of the room and stood near Mrs. Price’s desk talking to Jonathon White.

Was Alyssa’s face going to end up on milk cartons? If so, Kendra could only blame herself. She shouldn’t have left her friend alone with that goblin for a second.

Less than two minutes before the bell, Alyssa entered the room. She glanced at Case, but did not acknowledge him. Instead, she came straight to her desk and sat down next to Kendra.

“Are you okay?” Kendra asked.

“He kissed me,” Alyssa said through a tight smile.

“He
what
?” Kendra tried to conceal her revulsion. “You don’t sound too thrilled.”

Alyssa shook her head regretfully. “I was having so much fun. We talked in front of my house for a while after you drove away. He was being really cute and funny. Then he moved in close. I was terrified—I mean, I hardly know him, but it was also sort of exciting. Until we actually kissed. Kendra, he had dog breath.”

Kendra could not resist laughing.

Alyssa relished the reaction, becoming more animated. “I’m serious. It was rancid. Putrid. Like he had never brushed his teeth since birth. It was worse than I could ever describe. I thought I was going to throw up. I swear, I almost did.”

Staring at the leprous scalp of the thing Alyssa had kissed, Kendra could only imagine how bad his mouth would have tasted. At least the illusion concealing his true identity had not disguised his rank breath.

The bell rang. Mrs. Price was encouraging a few noisy boys at the back of the classroom to take their seats.

“So what did you do?” Kendra whispered.

“I think he could tell how shocked I was by his breath. He had this weird smile like he’d been expecting it. I was totally grossed out, so I wasn’t very nice. I told him I had to go and rushed inside.”

“Is the crush over?” Kendra asked.

“I don’t mean to be shallow, but yes. Trina can have him. She’ll need a gas mask. It was that foul. I went straight to the bathroom and gargled mouthwash. When I look at him now, he makes me shiver. Have you ever eaten food that made you puke, then not been able to imagine ever eating it again?”

“Alyssa,” Mrs. Price interrupted. “The school year does not end for four more days.”

“Sorry,” Alyssa said.

Mrs. Price crossed to her desk and sat down. Yelping, she jumped up, swatting at her skirt. Mrs. Price squinted at the class. “Did somebody put a tack on my chair?” she asked incredulously. She patted her skirt and checked her chair and the floor. “That really hurt and was far from funny.” She put her hands on her hips, glaring at the class. “Somebody must have seen. Who did it?”

The class members were silent, exchanging sidelong glances. Kendra could not imagine anybody doing something so hurtful, not even Jonathon White. Until she remembered that Case had been standing near Mrs. Price’s desk at the start of class.

Mrs. Price leaned against her desk, one hand rubbing her forehead. Was she going to cry? She was a fairly nice teacher—a middle-aged woman with curly black hair. She had narrow features and wore a lot of makeup. She didn’t deserve to have a goblin play hurtful pranks on her.

Kendra considered speaking up. She would have ratted out the monster in a heartbeat. But to her classmates it would look like she was telling on a cool kid. And although he was a prime suspect, she hadn’t actually seen him do it.

Mrs. Price was blinking and swaying. “I don’t feel so . . .” she began, her words slurred, and then she toppled to the floor.

Tracy Edmunds screamed. Everybody stood for a better look. A couple of kids hurried over to the fallen teacher. One boy was feeling her neck for a pulse.

Kendra pressed forward. Was Mrs. Price dead? Had the goblin pricked her with a poisonous needle? Case was crouching beside her.

“Get Mr. Ford,” Alyssa shouted.

Tyler Ward ran out the door, presumably to fetch the principal.

The kid feeling for a pulse, Clint Harris, declared that her heart was beating. “She probably just fainted because of the tack,” he speculated.

“Elevate her feet,” someone said.

“No, elevate her head,” someone else said.

“Wait for the nurse,” a third voice instructed.

Mrs. Price gasped and sat up, eyes wide. She appeared momentarily disoriented. Then she pointed toward the desks. “Get back in your seats, pronto.”

“But you just passed—” Clint began.

“Back in your seats!” Mrs. Price repeated more forcefully.

Everyone complied.

Mrs. Price stood at the front of the classroom, arms folded, eyeing the students as if trying to read their minds. “I have never in my life met such an unruly group of vipers,” she spat. “If I have my way, you’ll all be expelled.”

Kendra furrowed her brow. This was not like Mrs. Price, even under the current circumstances. Her voice had a different edge to it, cruel and hateful.

Mrs. Price grabbed the lip of Jonathon White’s desk. He sat in the front row because of repeated discipline issues. “Tell me, my little man, who put a tack on my chair?” She was gritting her teeth. Veins bulged in her neck. She looked like she was about to explode.

“I . . . didn’t see,” Jonathon stuttered. Kendra had never heard him sound scared before.

“Liar!” Mrs. Price yelled, heaving the front of his desk up so that it tipped over backwards. The seat was connected to the desk, so Jonathon went down as well, banging his head on the desk behind him.

Mrs. Price moved over to the next desk, to Sasha Goethe, her favorite student. “Tell me who did it!” the crazed teacher demanded, spittle flying from her lips.

“I don’t—” was all Sasha managed before her desk was upended as well.

Despite her shock, Kendra realized what was going on. Case hadn’t poisoned Mrs. Price. Whatever pricked her had cast some sort of spell over her.

Kendra stood up and shouted, “It was Casey Hancock!”

Mrs. Price paused, staring at Kendra through narrow eyes. “Casey, you say?” Her voice was soft and lethal.

“I saw him by your desk before class started.”

Mrs. Price advanced toward Kendra. “How dare you accuse the one person in this class who would never harm a fly?” Kendra started backing away. Mrs. Price continued speaking in a low voice, but she was clearly furious. “You did this, didn’t you, and now you’re pointing fingers, blaming the new kid, the one with no friends. Very low, Kendra. Very low.”