The Odds of Lightning (10 page)

Lu studied her. Tiny couldn't help but notice the worry in her eyes.

“Tiny . . .”

“I know, I know, but—”

“You sound like one of the Spencer brothers.”

“Lu,” Tiny said quietly. “Just check your feet.”

Reluctantly, Lu tore off her platform booties and inspected her feet. On the bottom of each were two black burn marks that shimmered in the faint ambient glow of the city lights.

“Oh my god,” said Lu. “We got struck by lightning!”

Tiny could hardly believe the words. She hadn't even wanted to come out tonight. This was all Lu's fault. This never would have happened if she'd stayed home to study.

But she could never say that.

“This can't be happening.” Lu's voice was high-pitched and breathy. “How are we alive?”

A shiver ran down Tiny's spine. “I don't know. We shouldn't be.” Tiny looked around. “Where's Nathaniel? Where's Will?”

“Ugh, Will,” Lu muttered. Tiny gave her a questioning look but didn't ask.

They put their shoes back on and split up. On the other side of the roof, Tiny saw something move in the shadows.

“Nathaniel!” She ran toward the shadow and knelt next to him. “Hey. Wake up.”

Nathaniel's eyes were closed. He groaned and rolled over. Tiny breathed a sigh of relief. He was alive. He was breathing. He was groaning in his sleep. He wasn't dead.

“Nathaniel.” Tiny shook him gently. “Are you okay? Wake up. I think—I think we all got struck by lightning.” Nathaniel's eyes blinked open.

“Huh?”

“Can you sit up?” He did, leaning against the side of the entry. “Can you see me?”

Nathaniel looked at her. Recognition suddenly dawned on his face. “Tiny. I think—but you're all blurry. What happened?”

“Check your feet,” Tiny answered. Nathaniel looked uncertain, but he unlaced his hiking boots and peeled off his socks.

“What are—” He looked up at her. “Those are burn marks.” Tiny nodded. “It was really bright, and then”—his eyes got wide—“the lightning.”

“Yeah.”

He grabbed her arm. Something passed between them. A charge, a shock, something. Tiny pulled away in surprise. Her hands started to shake.

“Are Will and Lu okay?” he whispered.

“Well,” Lu said, approaching them. She looked like she'd just seen a ghost. “
I'm
okay.”

Someone else was with Lu. It should have been Will. It had only been the four of them up there on the roof. But it didn't look like Will. It looked, instead, like Jon Heller—Will's soccer co-captain, co-most popular boy in school, co-jerk.

“How did he get here?” Tiny said, pulling back a little. Jon always made her uncomfortable, like he had made up his mind ahead of time to make fun of whatever she was going to say. “Where's Will?”

“I'm Will,” Jon said. He blinked at them. “Guys, it's me. What are you talking about?”

They stared at him.

“Jon,” said Nathaniel. “Quit screwing around. Where's Will?”

Jon's eyes were getting wide. “Guys, this isn't funny.
I'm Will.
”

Lu looked around, her eyes landing on the polished steel door to the roof. She grabbed Jon's arm and dragged him toward it.

“There,” she said, coming to a stop in front of the door. Jon stared at his reflection in the shiny metal.

“What the hell is happening?” he whispered.

“You're pulling a prank,” Lu said, her eyebrow raised. “An elaborate one. What, is this some kind of joke, making fun of us because we don't belong here? Did you two plan this out in advance?”

“It's not a prank, Lu,” Jon said. “I promise. I'm—I'm not Jon. I'm Will. I just . . .
look
like Jon.”

“Right.” She crossed her arms. “Okay. Tell me something only Will would know.”

“God, Keebler, why don't you just believe me?”

Lu turned pale.

“Keebler?” said Tiny. “Nice try, but no one calls Lu that.”

“Actually,” said Lu. “One person does.” She cleared her throat. “Or did.”

“I'm so confused,” Nathaniel said. “What are you trying to say, that you look like Jon Heller on the outside, but you're Will on the inside?”

Will/Jon nodded vigorously. “Yes! That's exactly what I'm trying to say.”

“Well, I'm just going to say it,” said Lu. “What the hell is going on? You can't change everything about yourself in ten minutes!”

“It would be nice if you could, though,” Tiny said.

“Trust me, I know,” said Will, or Jon. “This is messed up.”

“Maybe it was magic lightning.” Lu tightened her ponytail. “I wished something bad would happen to you, and it did!” She looked up at the sky. “I'd also like the SATs to be canceled!” Will/Jon gave her a withering look. “What? What's
your
explanation?”

Nathaniel stood and looked around.

“There!” He walked to the center of the roof, and Tiny followed him, because listening to Lu and Will—Jon—whatever—was weirding her out. The four of them stood there, looking down at a giant, charred mark on the tin floor of the roof. It looked almost like a four-pointed star. “It struck the roof,” he said, “and then”—he made a zigzag motion with his hands between the four of them—“the current traveled through anything touching it. That's why we have burn marks on our feet. That's where the lightning entered us.”

“Entered us,” Tiny repeated, shivering. “That is so. Creepy.”

“Does that mean it's still
in
us?” said Lu, sounding kind of manic.

“Maybe,” said Nathaniel, thinking.

“Maybe?”
Will/Jon was yelling now. “Did the lightning really do this? Did the lightning make me look like Jon Heller?”

Nathaniel looked thoughtful. “It could have. A major change in energy currents
could
create a corresponding change in a person's cellular make up. Like how superheroes get their powers in all those origin stories. But real, I guess.”

“So, what? Like Spider-Man? Or the Flash? You're saying I'm like a superhero? And my power is that I can make myself look like my soccer co-captain?”

“I don't know why it would make you look like Jon, specifically.” Nathaniel paused, running a hand through his curly brown hair. “Only you could really know the answer. Maybe it has some sort of personal significance?”

“Hm.” Will/Jon scratched his chin. “I don't know. I mean, it was his idea to have the party tonight. And I just couldn't really say no—”

“Guys,” Lu said, “are you listening to yourselves? We are in the real world, not a comic book. We just got hit by lightning and you're discussing the nuances of superhero powers?”

Nathaniel and Will blinked. “Right,” Nathaniel said. “We should worry about getting off this roof first. Then we should tell someone. This is really dangerous. I mean, Lu's right. The current could still be inside us. If we touch something with this amount of electric current running through us, it could . . .” He made an explosion noise.

“Good,” said Will. “This night needed to get worse.”

Tiny had been watching all of this quietly. She said: “We should go to the hospital. All of us. Together. This is serious. We can't just figure this out on our own.”

“No!” Everyone turned on her.

“Why not?” she said, shrinking back. It felt wrong, but part of her was excited that Science Club was all back together again. She missed this. She missed them.

“Well, okay, for starters, they'll want to know why we were on the roof during a hurricane,” said Will. “And then we'll have to say that we were having a party. And then they'll call my parents in Majorca. And then when they come home, I'll be grounded for the rest of my life. That is, if they even recognize me.” Will's face—Jon's face—whatever, was growing panicked. “Which they won't. They'll send me to live with Jon Heller's parents. But no, wait”—more panicked—“Jon will already be there. Everyone will be terrified. I'll be labeled a freak of nature and sent to Arkham Asylum.”

“That's a fictional place. Besides, you should have thought of that before you threw a party,” Nathaniel mumbled.

“Sorry, what was that? Did you not come over and drink my beer?”

“I came because I thought we were going to study!”

“Well, I'm definitely not going to the hospital,” said Lu. “I hate hospitals.”

Tiny only knew bits and pieces of the reason Lu hated hospitals, because for a person who loved to talk about herself, Lu didn't really like to feel vulnerable. Tiny had figured out, through occasional comments and jokes, that Lu's dad had been in the hospital for a while with early stage prostate cancer. He'd had chemo and everything, and had gone into remission. Not even a month after he came home and life got back to normal, he'd left Lu and her mom for his nurse at the hospital. Tiny thought this was probably a big part of the reason why she didn't trust people a whole lot. Case in point: They were supposedly best friends, but Lu had never even told her this story outright.

“Look, we can't go to a hospital, and we can't stay here!” said Lu. “We could get struck again!”

“Well, how do you suggest we get off the roof, Luella? The door's locked.” Will pointed. They all turned suddenly to the door. Nathaniel scratched his head and pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose. Then he walked over to the door and jiggled the handle. “See?” Will said. Nathaniel pulled on it harder. “It won't—”

The heavy metal fire door came flying off. Like, literally, flying off in his hand. Tiny ducked. Nathaniel looked shocked as he chucked this big and heavy and solid piece of metal across the roof as if it weighed nothing more than a feather.

“Whoa,” said Nathaniel, pushing up his glasses.

“What the hell?” said Will. “How did you do that?”

Nathaniel blinked in shock. “I have no idea.”

“You just threw that thing away like the Hulk!”

“It wasn't that heavy,” Nathaniel said. “I just kind of tugged it a little, and it came off.”

Tiny glanced at Lu, who was rubbing her arms as if she were cold.

“Hey,” she whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” said Lu. “I just—I can't feel anything.”

“What?” Tiny asked.

“I feel . . . I feel kind of . . . numb.”

“Maybe you're just cold?”

“I think it's the lightning,” Lu said darkly. “It's still inside me. I can tell.”

Tiny felt overwhelmed. She felt small. Mostly, she felt relieved that the lightning hadn't seemed to affect her in the same bad way it had the other three. The shiny metal door lay at her feet. It sure looked heavy. She bent down to try to lift it herself.

But when she saw her own reflection in the polished metal, her stomach jolted.

Her image, pale as it was, especially now, was more than that—more than just pale, more than just easy to overlook. More than just another anonymous girl floating through the halls of school. No—this was something else. It flickered in and out, once, twice, like a winking flame. It didn't look like she was really there. It didn't look like she was
solid.

There was a distant rumble of thunder and a restless flash of lightning right above her, like someone was taking a picture. The sky flickered, the light casting shadows on her skin, playing tricks on her eyes in the middle of the night. Tiny stood up quickly, watching the light dance across her arm.

No,
she realized with a start. She watched it dance
through
her arm.

It was like looking down at your body in a dark room. Like just being able to make out the faintish glow of skin. A rogue finger. The bony curve of an elbow. Everything just shy of translucent.

That was what her hand looked like. Just shy of translucent. She could see
through
it. Right through her skin and bones to the roof below. For just a minute her hand looked like heat coming off the sidewalk in the dead of August.

She looked almost—but no, it was too crazy to even think. She looked almost like she was turning
invisible.

This couldn't have been happening. Just because Tiny felt invisible, didn't mean she actually
was.
It had to be a trick of the light. She was just freaked out. That was it.

She breathed in and out, trying to steady herself. It was nothing. It was just the wind and the lightning flashing steadily from beyond the clouds, and the contagious fear that something terrible had happened to them. It was just the light and her mind. Just her own mind.

Could it be possible that somehow she was really, truly, in real life, turning invisible? That everything she had always secretly wanted and yet been so afraid of was coming true?

“Well,” said Nathaniel. “Door's open. I guess we have a way off the roof now.”

“So, where do we go?” Will asked. “What do we do now?”

“What? Why do
I
have to come up with a solution?” Nathaniel took his glasses off and wiped them nervously on his T-shirt.

“Because you're the smart one,” Will said.

“Because you always used to,” said Lu.

“No, I didn't,” said Nathaniel. “It was my brother. He always knew what to do. I just followed along.”

Tiny's chest tightened.

“But we can't ask Tobias,” she said. She put a hand on his back. Nathaniel looked up at her. His Adam's apple moved up and down, like he was swallowing hard. “I wish we could. So can we ask you?” Nathaniel looked down at his hands, fidgeting. “Will you help us?”

“I don't know,” said Nathaniel. “Why me? What makes you think I'll know the right thing to do?”

Tiny chewed her lower lip.