The class was unendurable, of course. Mr. Wilson's prattling about polynomial and quadratic functions wasn't really clicking in my brain. My neurons only seemed to react to the stimulation generated by Tristan's thoughts.

I hated when people did what Valerie had done minutes ago. They stuffed someone's mind with silly ideas that led to stupid conclusions-like thinking he could be interested in me, even though he had a model as a girlfriend. Or just wanted to be my friend, even though ...