I sat staring into space as the teacher droned on and on. A soft knock on the door woke me out of my trance. It was the boy I had seen on the other campus. Artemis. I let my gaze drift away again, my pencil doodling on the page aimlessly.
“I need Miss. Leigh,” I jumped. He wanted me? Why?
“Lana, you’re wanted!” I stood up slowly, grabbing my stuff and slinging my bag over my back before following the pale boy out.
“Why do you need me?” I asked as soon as the door swang behind us.
“I need your help.” he said shortly.
I snorted. “How can I be of any help to THE Artemis Fowl?”
“You have some information and abilities that I need.” he pulled the paper I had been doodling on out of my hand.
“Are you a fan of egyptian hyrogliphs or Gnommish?” A smile, one of those all-knowing grins, lit up his face.
“Where can we talk?” I asked quietly. I realised I despised the boy already.