Midway through thinking, Ooh, what a threat, he gave me a slight push, and I was about to Change Fate—to make him hurt, to make him regret what he just did—when Connor strode over.
“Chill out dude and give her a pair,” he told his friend. “She's not gonna do anything to you.”
Well, technically I had been planning to, yet now all I could do was gape at Connor, the boy who would hold my goggles over my head whenever I needed some, the boy who had kicked me to the ground and declared I wasn't cool enough in the fifth grade, the boy who had embarrassed me time after time for so many years I couldn't count them. And here he was…being nice?!
Somebody slap me.
Reluctantly, Dustin handed me two pairs of goggles before slumping back to his seat. Awkwardly, Connor and I followed.
“Er—um—thanks
