Part 30 (2/2)
Once Cynthia finally arrived, the First Years headed out to Rowan Towns.h.i.+p. Mr. Vincenti, Miss Boon, and several other faculty members and adults went with them. Max focused on one in particular-his father, who had been slowly acclimating to life at Rowan and had come to join them. They walked along together, smiling as Connor provided running commentary regarding people and places as they went. Connor took special pains to point out one student, who was pestering Miss Boon about her Mystics exam.
”And that-that's Lucia over there. Italian. Fiery. She practically attacked me with her lips when Kettlemouth-that's her charge-started singing back in February. She claims it was the frog, but I say Lucia over there. Italian. Fiery. She practically attacked me with her lips when Kettlemouth-that's her charge-started singing back in February. She claims it was the frog, but I say chemistry.... chemistry....”
”You can judge for yourself, Mr. McDaniels,” said David with a grin. ”I've got a photo of them on my computer. Actually, I use it as my screensaver.”
”You said you'd delete that!” protested Connor, shooting Mr. McDaniels a glance and turning scarlet.
Max was anxious to show his father Rowan Towns.h.i.+p and thrilled that Ms. Richter had decided to resume chaperoned visits-if only over the protests of many teachers, including a recovered and unapologetic Mr. Morrow. While Rowan offered endless opportunities to explore, the students had been confined to its grounds for months and were becoming a bit stir-crazy.
Max and his friends left their bags with a heap of others at the base of the tree where Mr. Morrow had carved his name decades before. Then they dragged Mr. McDaniels to Mr. Babel's patisserie, where the display window had changed with the seasons. It now featured white-chocolate saplings whose branches cradled spun-sugar birds' nests laden with marbled chocolate eggs. Behind the counter, Mr. Babel worked on a magnificent cathedral made of brownie slabs and chocolate tiles.
Max eyed the display case as Mr. Babel walked around the corner to introduce himself to Scott McDaniels. Once he heard his father slip into ”salesman voice,” Max knew he would have some time to choose carefully from among the hundreds of sweets lining the gla.s.s cases.
”Oh, no you don't!” huffed Sarah, clamping a hand over his eyes. ”Not until after after you break the records next week.” you break the records next week.”
Max glowered at her playfully. His marks in Training and Games had been approaching several Rowan records, and Sarah had a.s.sumed the role of his unofficial trainer. She blinked at Max's evil look, before abruptly wiping her mouth clean of crumbs.
”Let's go sit outside,” she suggested sympathetically, while Connor and David bought large wedges of broken chocolate bunnies that were being sold at a discount.
”Be out there in a minute,” Mr. McDaniels said, before lowering his voice. ”Can you believe believe he hasn't even heard of Bedford Bros. Crispy Soup Wafers?” he hasn't even heard of Bedford Bros. Crispy Soup Wafers?”
”Dad, they're not your client anymore.”
”I know, I know,” said Mr. McDaniels, shrugging with a rueful smile. ”That doesn't mean it's not a quality product....”
Max gave a relieved sigh as his father resumed his conversation with Mr. Babel; it was the first real sign that Mr. McDaniels was recovering from the many surprises of the previous week.
The students walked outside, where Miss Boon was sitting on a park bench and writing feverishly in her journal. She glanced at them and nodded as they filed past to gather at the tree where they had left their bags. Several First Years began climbing the tree, swinging their legs over its thick branches. Rolf called down to Max from a branch some fifteen feet above.
”Think you can jump up here?”
”I think so,” said Max, glancing over at Miss Boon, whose face was buried in her book.
”No adults are looking,” said Rolf, peering around the green. ”C'mon, it'll be good training for Renard.”
Rolf began to count; Max tensed his legs and braced himself for a leap. Before Rolf reached three, however, Max's concentration was broken. Alex Munoz and a half-dozen Second Years had wandered over.
”Showing off, Max?” inquired Alex innocently.
”n.o.body asked you you over here,” said Sarah. over here,” said Sarah.
”You still still have a crush on this kid?” Alex snickered incredulously. ”Better get it out of your system before he packs it on like Daddy.” have a crush on this kid?” Alex snickered incredulously. ”Better get it out of your system before he packs it on like Daddy.”
Alex smiled as Max turned red; he looked Max dead in the eye.
”Anna thinks Daddy's due for a heart attack within the year, but I'm giving him two,” said Alex. He puffed out his cheeks and patted his belly, mimicking Mr. McDaniels while Anna and Sasha giggled. Max's hands started to shake.
”Don't,” whispered David.
”Where is Daddy, anyway?” asked Alex, just as Mr. McDaniels's booming laugh could be heard from the patisserie. ”Oh my G.o.d!” he laughed. ”He's in there there? He's eating chocolate chocolate? That's too perfect-guess Anna was right!”
Anna and Alex snickered; Max felt David's small hand holding his school sweater. Connor hopped off a branch and stepped between Max and Alex.
”Just curious, Munoz-what do do you have against Max?” inquired Connor. ”Is it that he bloodied you up last fall? Or maybe it was the way he ran circles around you in front of the alumni on Halloween? Is that it?” you have against Max?” inquired Connor. ”Is it that he bloodied you up last fall? Or maybe it was the way he ran circles around you in front of the alumni on Halloween? Is that it?”
”Shut up, Lynch!” spat Alex.
”Or maybe, maybe,” Connor continued, his finger wagging under Alex's nose while his voice sank to a whisper, ”it's the fact that Max is going to break all the records next week while you're not known for anything around here other than being a b.l.o.o.d.y jerk.”
Alex stood silent for a moment, a murderous look on his face. His lip twitched; he seemed to be expending all of his energy in his effort not to reach out and throttle Connor. But then a chilling calm came over the Second Year's features. He flashed a wicked smile over Connor's shoulder, directly at Max.
”Connor sure is a witty guy,” said Alex. ”A guy like that should have his tongue cut out. Who knows? Maybe someday he will. Still, he has a point. Maybe I am am jealous. Think you can get to that branch faster than I can?” jealous. Think you can get to that branch faster than I can?”
Max glowered at him before glancing again at the branch.
”It's not even a question and you know it,” he said.
”So, prove it to me,” chided Alex. ”Put me in my place.”
”You don't have to prove anything, Max,” David breathed. ”He's planning something.”
”Come on, Max,” Alex goaded. ”You just said it's not even a question. Prove it to me!”
”Fine,” said Max. ”When Sarah counts to three.”
”Can she count that high?” Alex sneered, pus.h.i.+ng past Connor and positioning himself next to Max at the tree's base.
Sarah ignored the insult, choosing instead to clear everyone a few feet away from the tree. Max's adrenaline surged as Sarah began to count. When she reached ”three,” Max crouched low to spring when Alex stepped suddenly on top of his foot, pinning it to the ground. Grabbing the back of Max's head, Alex slammed Max's face into the tree trunk and scrambled up his back to make a mad leap off of his shoulders.
Max staggered backward, holding his hand against his forehead, which burned like fire. Alex was hanging from the branch by his fingertips, cackling maniacally and ignoring the furious shouts from the other children.
”See?” he crowed. ”I reached the branch first! Munoz wins! Munoz wins!”
With a sudden convulsion, Max sprang up onto the branch. Before Alex could move, Max had seized him by the s.h.i.+rt and dangled him with one arm out over the ground. Alex strained and wriggled helplessly in his grip.
”Boys!”
The voice seemed distant and unimportant. Max focused his attention on the bully whom he held like a rag doll. Alex had stopped struggling and simply looked at Max with a mixture of shock and fear.
”Boys!”
It was Miss Boon screeching with hoa.r.s.e rage from across the square. Their Mystics instructor was walking very quickly toward them, her face white with anger. The other children parted. Arriving at the base of the tree, the teacher folded her arms and glared up at them.
”Max McDaniels! Pull Mr. Munoz up to that branch. Then both of you climb down here this instant! This instant! This instant!”
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