Crave (Harlequin Teen)

impressive as she stared after them. “I’m going toad hunting.”
    “Uh, I think the situation’s under control now.”
    “They made her shake! And did you see that look they just gave you? Do you really think they’re going to leave her alone now?”
    Frowning, I watched the toads in question stop at the other end of the catwalk and huddle. No telling what ideas they were coming up with.
    “All right, I see your point. But why don’t you let me handle them?”
    “Why, because you think I’ll get hurt?” She sneered.
    “No. I’m sure you could take them. But I think a simple man-to-man talk is a better solution.” I felt my mood darken with all the things I’d like that talk to include.
    Her eyes narrowed. “You really like her, don’t you?”
    I blinked a few times. “Why would you think that? Just because I want to help someone out…”
    “Jeez, all you boys are the same. What, did you grow up on stories about Camelot or something? You know, contrary to popular Southern male opinion, not every female is a damsel in distress just sitting around waiting to be rescued by Lance lot, or whatever. We can take care of ourselves.”
    “Actually, I’ve always thought of myself more as a King Arthur type. You know, take charge, lead the troops and all that,” I joked.
    She snorted. “Oh, of course your ego would be king-size.”
    “Hey, whatever it takes to get the job done.”
    “Uh-huh. Okay, Arthur, we’ll see how you do with the toads.”
    “That’s King Arthur to you.”
    “Don’t hold your breath for that one.” She headed for the parking lot, then stopped after a few yards and turned back. “You really think I could’ve taken them?”
    I laughed. “Oh, yeah. Easily.”
    “Good answer, Coleman! You might actually be good enough for her someday,” she yelled back.
    I cringed and glanced around, but thankfully no one seemed to be paying attention.
    I checked my watch, cursed and broke into a jog toward the field house, bracing myself for the punishment I’d get for being late. Laps, probably, at least five of them. Maybe more depending on Coach Parker’s mood today. Oh, well. It’d be worth it. Along the way, I tried to figure out what I would do about the Creepy Three. Or the toads, as Anne had called them.
    I had to focus during weight training. Part of my punishment for my lateness was being paired up with some wimpy kid who needed a spotter to save him from the evil bench press every few seconds. But as soon as practice ended and I finished all ten laps around the outdoor track that ringed the practice field, my brain went right back to the problem at hand.
    All joking aside, Anne’s claim that she could take care of the boys herself was overconfident. Sure, maybe she and Savannah could handle one boy. Maybe two. But three at a time? No way. And what about when Savannah wasn’t with Anne?
    I had options, though none of them were great. Beating up the toads would make my fists happy and ensure the jerks got the point. But there was that whole problem with Jacksonville High’s no-violence policy again.
    I could settle for threatening them instead, but I doubted they’d be smart enough to listen and stay away from Savannah.
    That left me with only one solution that couldn’t be traced back to me, at least by normal methods, and would take the choice away from the creeps. For that, I’d need my sister’s help.
    I got to the car before Emily. Kicking back, I propped my feet on the dashboard and waited. I must have drifted off.
    “Hey, sleepyhead.” Emily tossed her poms onto my face as she got in. “Get those grubby feet off my dash, please.” Using her index finger like a wand, she magically lifted my feet in the air for a few seconds. Man, I hated it when she used telekinesis on me! It made me feel like a puppet. Seriously creepy. Not to mention the small pinpricks that raced over my skin whenever she used magic around me. And that was just from a tiny use of power.
    Swatting away the annoying piles of plastic, I sat up. The sun was already setting. “What took you so long?”
    “Cheerleading practice. Remember? Cheerleaders have to train hard, too.”
    “Uh-huh.” I frowned at the fast-sinking sun then glanced at my watch and swore. I was running out of time, and no way could I risk waiting another day to get rid of Savannah’s stalker club. “Listen, sis. I really need your help. And I know what you’re going to say, but hear me out first, okay?”
    Her