It isn’t easy being able to read minds – guys minds especially.
Gusty Petersen, the hottest guy in school, is always thinking I’m sick, as in totally gross to look at. Not that it matters, since I don’t have a crush on him or anything. And Mallory, my first real boyfriend since forever, has disturbing romantic ideas about me and my ginormous gazungas.
Ask me if I’d rather not know these things.
I have enough to worry about with my dad showing up after two years of saving Africa from typhoid, ready to resuscitate our relationship. There’s something he’s not telling me. I know it.
And now I’ve been assigned to work with Gusty in a hideous new project the faculty are torturing us with at school. It’s so wonderful to explore yourself with someone who’s always thinking you’re sick.
I’d probably be better off if I wasn’t psychic at all…
