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Fitzpatrick, Becca. Crescendo / Becca Fitzpatrick. — 1st ed. p. cm. Sequel to: Hush, hush. Summary: Sixteen-year-old Nora Grey struggles to face the truth while. Read "The Complete Hush, Hush Saga Hush, Hush; Crescendo; Silence; Finale" by Becca Fitzpatrick available from Rakuten Kobo. Sign up today and get $5 off. Hush Hush (Book 1 - in english) - dokument [*.pdf] Hush, Hush BECCA FITZPATRICK PROLOGUE LOIRE VALLEY, FRANCE NOVEMBER CHAUNCEY.

But there is an invisible thread that ties us together; both of us swear that tie began longbefore birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.

Coach looked out at the class. You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct. Which is why, today, we're creating a new seating chart. It's April. As in, it's almost the end of the year.

You can't pull this kind of stuff now. And if you fail my class, you'll be right back here next year, where I'll be pulling this kind of stuff all over again. She is famous for that scowl. It's a look that does everything but audibly hiss. Apparently immune to it, Coach brought his whistle to his lips, and we got the idea. Those in the front row-yes, including you, Vee- move to the back.

I bit my lip and waved a small farewell. Then I turned slightly, checking out the room behind me. I knew the names of all my classmates The transfer. Coach never called on him, and he seemed to prefer it that way. He sat slouched one table back, cool black eyes holding a steady gaze forward. Just like always.

I didn't for one moment believe he just sat there, day after day, staring into space. He was thinking something, but instinct told me I probably didn't want to know what. He set his bio text down on the table and slid into Vee's old chair. I smiled.

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I'm Nora. Myheart fumbled a beat and in that pause, a feeling of gloomy darknessseemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant, but Iwas still staring at him. His smile wasn't friendly. It was a smile that spelled trouble.

With a promise. I focused on the chalkboard. Barbie and Ken stared back with strangelycheerful smiles. Coach said, "Human reproduction can be a sticky subject-" "Ewww! And like all science, the best approach is to learn by sleuthing.

For the rest of class, practice this technique byfinding out as much as you can about your new partner. Tomorrow, bring a write-up of your discoveries, and believe me, I'm going to check forauthenticity. This is biology, not English, so don't even think about fictionalizing your answers. I want to see real interaction and teamwork. I sat perfectly still.

The ball was in his court-I'd smiled, and look how well that turned out. I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. I found the clock on the wall and tapped my pencil in time to the secondhand.

I planted my elbow on the table and propped my chin on my fist. I blew out a sigh. I blew out a sigh. At this rate I would fail. I had my eyes pinned forward, but I heard the soft glide of his pen. Hewas writing, and I wanted to know what. Ten minutes of sitting together didn't qualify him to make any assumptions about me. Flitting a look sideways, I saw that his paper was several lines deep and growing.

I leaned as close to him as I dared, trying to read what else he'd written, but he folded the paper in half, concealing the list. He reached for my unused paper, sliding it across the table toward him. He crumpled it into a ball. Before I could protest, he tossed it at the trashcan beside Coach's desk. The shot dropped in.

I stared at the trash can a moment, locked between disbelief and anger. Then I flipped open my notebook to a clean page. I glanced up in time to catch another dark grin. This one seemed to dare me to pry anything out of him. I mean it. Call me. I didn't get the feeling it was a lucky guess.

He knew. And I wanted to know how- right now. He hooked his fingers under the seat of my chair, dragging me closer to him. Not sure if I should scoot away and show fear, or do nothing and feign boredom, I chose the latter.

Passing judgment is your third biggest weakness. Who was this guy? Was this some kind of disturbing joke? I take that back. You trust-just all the wrong people. Ordinarily I would have gone straight to Coach's desk and requested a new seating chart. But I refused to let Patch thinkhe could intimidate or scare me. I felt an irrational need to defend myselfand decided right then and there I wouldn't back down until he did.

My mouth threatened to drop, but I held it in check. The truth was, I was in counseling with the school psychologist, Dr. It wasn't by choice, and it wasn't something I liked to talk about.

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Not with him. With you, it's all about order, control. I bet you play Who was he really?

If he knew I played the cello, what else did he know? Instinctively I pulled away. Are you suicidal, Nora? This is kind of personal territory, if you don't mind. The bell rang and Patch was on his feet, making his way toward thedoor.

He didn't turn. I didn't get anything on you. Taking my hand, he scribbled something on it before I thought to pull away. I looked down at the seven numbers in red ink on my palm and made afist around them. I wanted to tell him no way was his phone ringing tonight. I wanted to tell him it was his fault for taking all the timequestioning me.

I wanted a lot of things, but I just stood there lookinglike I didn't know how to open my mouth. At last I said, "I'm busy tonight. I stood nailed to the spot, digesting what had just happened. Did he eatup all the time questioning me on purpose? So I'd fail? Did he think one flashy grin would redeem him? Yes, I thought. Yes, he did. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carriedeverywhere. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.

He had an annoyingly confident walk, the kind you find paired with faded T-shirts and a cowboy hat.

Patch wore neither. He was a darkLevi's- dark-henley-dark-boots kind of guy. Guess he didn't study hard enough the first time around. Or the second. He knew my music. Without any hints whatsoever, he said, 'Baroque.

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Ordinarily I would have gone straight to Coach's desk and requested a new seating chart.