“There is something… Odd about him.”

I barely heard what the teacher was prattling on about. I was too focused on what my friend had whispered in my ear. Mr. Todd was… odd? Was this some kind of joke Liam was trying to pull again? Todd and odd did rhyme…

“Haha, very funny,” I sneered. “You’re so clever.”

“Okay dude, for once I am dead serious.”

“Dead serious huh? Am I supposed to believe that too?”

“Dude, come on, I—“

Before Liam could utter another word, Mr. Todd glanced at us. Without saying a word, he pointed at Liam and then pointed at the ground. As if mind controlled, Liam scrambled back down in his desk chair and put his wrists on his desk. I stared, dumbfounded. Liam isn’t the kind of guy to just… listen. Especially to an old, balding, math teacher. I couldn’t help but stare at Liam, thinking “dude what the heck are you doing?” But of course that didn’t matter. Because Liam couldn’t read minds. Nobody could read minds. Right?

“Jeremiah,” Mr. Todd quietly scolded. I felt my shoulders stiffen up.

“Liam is fine, now please stop talking before I send you down to in house detention.”