Natural Selection by Elizabeth Sharp

OK,
brief setup. Nate is best friends with Amelia's brother, and she's crushing on
him pretty hard. They are in gym class and randomly paired up for badminton…



















I
have never been more relieved in my life than I was when Coach MacDonald
assigned us each to a court and passed out our birdy-thingy. I threw myself
into the game ignoring all the awkwardness and pent up emotions that wouldn't
leave me alone. Nate and I were nearly unstoppable.  It almost seemed as if I could sense where he
was. I knew if he would be there to lob the shuttlecock back or if I needed to,
but I refused to linger on the strange awareness—calling it a sportsman sixth
sense. Hey, denial isn't just a river in Egypt!












At
the end of the period it wasn't a surprise we were at the top of the boards.
Nate slapped me a high five and pulled me into a bear hug—my feet lifted off
the ground as he spun. The minute his hand touched mine a bolt of electricity
went through me, and when his arms closed around me it got worse. Every muscle
in my body went rigid with pain. My skin felt like it was shrinking and my head
pounded. My world shrank to a tiny pinpoint, and all I could focus on was the
glowing presence that was Nathanial.












As
he set me on the ground my rigid body turned to liquid and I slumped to the
floor. I was only vaguely aware of him scooping me up and shouting something as
he ran out of the gym. I expected him to take me to the nurse's station behind
the office, so I was shocked when I heard the school doors slam shut behind us.
He placed me on the ground beneath a stand of trees across from the door, his
hands gentle on my face.












"Come
on, Lia.  Come on back to me." He said in
a voice that echoed strangely in my ears. He pressed something cool and damp
into my palm, and then ran his hands up and down my arms briskly. Slowly the
pain receded and awareness returned, my body still felt like Jell-O. "Take it
easy, don't try to move yet." Nathanial said quietly, his hands never leaving
my skin.












"Wha…"
I mumbled, blushing at the slurred voice before swallowing and trying again.
"What happened?" That sounded better, but my voice was weak and strained like I
had spent too much time screaming.












'Shhhh.
It's ok. I'll explain later. You need to rest now."












We
sat for a few minutes—him murmuring and rubbing my arms, me trying to figure
out what was going on. I studied his face from beneath my lashes, the concern
in his eyes obvious. I concentrated on trying to twitch a finger or wiggle a
toe. My heart raced in fear as I wondered how long until someone else came to
help. Was I dying? Why couldn't I even wiggle my toes? "Seriously, Nate, what
the hell happened? Shouldn't you take me to the nurse? I should probably go to
the hospital."












"Trust
me, you don't want anyone here to know about this, Lia. If you wanna call your
mom and have her come get you, that's fine, but you can't tell anyone at school
about this. I'm so sorry. I thought I had it under better control. I just got
kind of emotional, and it's harder to control when I get emotional…" He trailed
off, looking at the ground miserably. He tore the head off a blade of grass and
tossed it before looking back up at me sheepishly. "I promise I didn't do it on
purpose, Lia."












"Whoa,
wait. You haven't called my mom or anything? What…" I trailed off, unsure how
to finish the thought. I wasn't good with confrontation. When I get angry my
tongue seems to get tied in knots and embarrass me. It's very hard to make a
valid point in an argument while stammering. "What did you do to me, Nate? And
why exactly can't I go to the hospital?"












"Well,
more or less, you just got struck by lightning."












"Wait,
what?" My brain stopped processing for a prolonged moment unable to wrap around
that one. How the hell had that happened? "So basically I was filled 1.21
jiggawatts? Can I travel through time now?"












Nate
shook his head with a crooked grin. "You haven't gone Back to the Future, McFly."












"Ok,
seriously, how did it happen?" I felt
something close to panic welling inside me. 
This was crazy, right? I couldn't really move, and he was telling me he
somehow generated enough electricity to render my nervous system useless? On the
freak-out meter—I was burying the needle in the red.




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