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A storage of the new storage utilizing a repeat of previous sections, the twins alongside her childhood. This happens for that first three dimensions. Since I looked to forgetting simply to make sure that I truly might be encouraged which is sad.
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“What are you going to teach me tonight?” The girl spun in a circle, her black hair flowing around her in a wave. “Flying?” she suggested. “Sword fighting? Maybe even dodging death-threatening blows?” I laughed and walked a few steps behind her. For once, we had taken most of the night off and talked—just talked—and I dreaded the fact I was actually enjoying myself. “I could teach you most of that,” I said, nearing the forest’s end. “But not the sword fighting—that doesn’t exist.” Except for the two descendants, and you’re not one of them, but I am. I locked my jaw, preventing an explanation of who I was. “No swords at all?” she asked, stopping. I stood at her side. “Of course not.” “Dang,” she sighed, her breath fogging out in front of us. “I was hoping I’d get to swing something at people.” “So pick up a stick.” She hit my arm. “Aren’t you the funny one?” “Your words; not mine,” I said, laughing to conceal a wince. She’d hit Luthicer’s mark. “What do you want to do tonight?” “Can we fly again?” she asked, widening her purple eyes. “We haven’t flown in three days.” “That’s because it’s tiring,” I pointed out. “And you won’t impress any of the elders if all you can do is fly.” Except you’ll never meet them. She frowned, shook her shoulders, and forced a smile. “So teach me something new,” she said. “I want to impress them.” My gut wrenched with guilt, but my mind raced with my twisted logic as I tried to justify myself. She was an outsider, we were in the middle of war, and I could’ve abandoned her or helped her—neither of which involved the elders for a reason. I didn’t want her killed over old laws not adapted to modernization. Especially with Luthicer around. He’d kill her to make a point with me. I wasn’t allowed friends, and I was definitely banned from relationships. But this girl—she reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn’t felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyway. “Shoman?” She leaned over and blinked her purple eyes when she caught my gaze. She smiled. “Are you okay?” “You have to learn something new,” I said, repeating myself as I moved away from her. I couldn’t let her affect my feelings. “Like what?” Her gaze flickered over the empty space where I’d been standing. Pathetically, I had to concentrate from moving back over. I dug my feet into the ground and shrug. “Dodging would be a good place to start.” Dodging this friendship would be even better—expected even. “Dodging what?” Without a word, I smacked my palms together and slowly pulled them apart. A cloud of energy, bright blue and electric, collected between my hands, and I shot it toward her. The air flashed, barely shoving against her, and she fell backward, her mouth hanging open. I burst into laughter as she folded her arms.
“That’s not funny. That really hurt.” “I’m sorry,” I gasped through my laughter. “But that’s the simplest power to dodge; it doesn’t even hurt.” I walked over to her, offering my hand. “You only had to move, and it wouldn’t have knocked you over.” A purple light slammed into my chest, and I fell, slamming against the ground. Air filled my lungs, and I wheezed as she stood over me, brushing purple dust off her hands. She’d retaliated. “You only had to move, Shoman.” She used my words against me and winked. “How did you do that?” I asked, springing to my feet. I hadn’t even shown her how to create it. How did she know what to do? She was too accurate. She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder. “I watch and learn.” “You’re a natural,” I said, studying her. First, she avoided my radar, and now she was using Dark energy. What’d she have that others didn’t? Even though I’d be the strongest shade in less than a year, it took me weeks to learn a new power or spell. I couldn’t teach myself—especially from watching—yet she’d perfected her energy in one sitting. “Something’s wrong,” she said, wrinkling her brow. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” “No,” I said. You only startled the first descendant. No big deal. “Then why are you so quiet?” she asked, lowering her tone, and I stepped forward, leaning out to rub her arm. “I’m fine,” I said, and she bit her lip. “Let’s take a break.” To distract you. “We can fly.” She lit up. “I actually wanted to show you something.” “Okay—” Her fingertips sparkled like a lake reflecting the stars, all silver and purple. When she swirled her hands back and forth, her nails shone, and her palms glittered, dipping in and out of the misty shadows. I’d never seen anything like it. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she asked as little droplets of energy fell from her hands and splashed across the grass like morning dew. The light never dissipated. Instead, it illuminated the grass, and I stepped back. “What is that?” It disappeared, and I caught her eye. She raised her brow. “I thought you could tell me.” I shook my head. Something wasn’t right with her powers. “Energy is only used for defense; that didn’t do anything.” “Why can’t you use it for other things?” I opened my mouth, but closed it when I realized I had no argument. “I’ve only been taught to use it for the war.” A slow smile pulled at her lips. “You can’t relax, can you, Shoman?” Not with you around. “You’ve been stiff all night,” she said. “Spill.” “It’s nothing.” “So there is something.” I rubbed my temples; she was relentless. “I wish I could tell you,” I said, mentally surrendering. I could feel my guard dropping around her, yet I couldn’t report her to the elders. “Why can’t you?” she asked. Because I’m the first descendant, you already know too much, and it’s my fault, because I stopped thinking. I’m not thinking. “Because I can’t,” I said, hoping she’d linger in silence, but she sighed. “I’m sorry if I was rude,” she said, sitting on the grass, small, purple lights waving around her. “I’m just worried about you.” My throat tightened. Worried? “I’m okay,” I said, sitting next to her. Her gaze shifted over my arm. “Then what’s with the bruises?” My hand shot up to cover Luthicer’s marks, but my clothes already did. I gaped at her. “How’d you see them?” She shrugged. “Your sleeve moved when we were walking earlier,” she said. “I see everything at night; it’s crazy.” I kept my face blank, but my heart was sinking. Her extreme senses weren’t supposed to develop until years of training. She was either lying to me, or something was severely wrong. I needed to report her. Could I turn her into the elders? I doubted it. “So—” She leaned against her knees and blinked her purple eyes. “Did you get into a fight or something? Is that why you didn’t show up the other night?” I nodded, knowing I’d left her alone in the forest for two days. I was too busy to train, and I couldn’t get away from the Dark. I hadn’t even gone to school. But I couldn’t tell her that. Not yet. “Talk to me,” she said, bumping her shoulder against mine. “Be human for a minute.” “If you haven’t noticed,” I said and laughed. “We aren’t exactly human right now.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re avoiding the subject.” I groaned, laying my forehead on my knee. “I worked with an elder,” I said, and, when I looked up, she was smiling. “That wasn’t too hard, was it?” I chuckled and shook my head. “But you aren’t my therapist.”
“No,” she agreed. “But I’m your friend, and friends help each other.” Friend? I gaped at her. She considered me her friend? I tensed as she scooted closer to me. “So tell me about it already.” “The elders—” I paused, clearing the nerves from my throat. “They tested me the other day. That’s it.” She leaned back and stared at the bruises. “And they hurt you?” “It was necessary.” Her purple eyes flickered. “How is pain necessary?” “There’s a war coming, remember?” Her already white skin somehow paled. “And you’re a warrior.” I nodded. “The elders think I need to know what it’s like to be attacked by a light.” “The Light.” She let the word linger in the air, and she hugged her knees against her chest. “Those are the bad guys, right?” “Depends on who wins, I guess.” I smirked, but she didn’t smile. “When will someone win?” I sighed. “There’s a battle,” I said, hesitating. I shouldn’t be telling her so much, but I hadn’t talked to anyone in so long, let alone someone my own age. And a girl. “It’ll happen this December.” Her thin eyebrows scrunched. “It’s scheduled?” “It’s based on the first descendant’s birthday.” My birthday. “That seems really odd,” she said, and I shrugged before she pushed her shoulder against mine again. “Especially with these cranky elders dictating it all.” I chuckled. The prophecy was dictating it. The elders only wished they had that kind of power. “It isn’t their fault,” I said. “Really.” “But you have to fight in it?” My gaze darted away until I could control my expression. “I choose to.” Lie. “Defending my kind is the honorable thing to do.” “You’re eighteen,” she said. “You’re not supposed to care about honor.” “I’m seventeen.” “What’s the difference?” she asked, and I opened my mouth to tell her, but I couldn’t—not because I didn’t want her to know, but because I still didn’t want to accept it. “There’s a big difference,” I said. She huffed. “One year.” “Yeah,” I agreed. The one year I had left to live. “A lot can happen in that amount of time.”
My ears were ringing. Noah chewed with his mouth open, and his sticky slobber glued food to the roof of his mouth as he slurped his dinner. Across from him, Mindy filed the first layer of her nail off, and my father tapped his foot, humming. He only hummed when he was anxious. Still, he smiled at his new wife, and my stomach churned. How could he be so happy with a human? If it wasn’t for his wedding, the accident wouldn’t have happened, and Abby would be alive. But she wasn’t. “How was your day, Eric?” Mindy asked, her high-pitched voice tearing my sensitive ears like a razorblade. “Fine,” I said, shoveling food into my mouth to avoid a discussion. My father’s glare burned my skin, but I’d never acknowledge his human life. It was only a distraction. In fact, I often wondered if he married a human to throw off the Light, hoping they’d write him off as a human as well. But he wasn’t. And if I couldn’t deny it, he shouldn’t either. Noah kicked the table’s legs, shaking our dinner. “My day was amazing,” he said, spraying meatloaf across his plate. “Billy and I scared the substitute.” “That’s nice, Noah,” Mindy said, patting her son’s head. She hadn’t even paid attention; she was too focused on us. “You two are acting strange.” No. Really? “We’re just practicing our poker faces,” my dad said, beaming. As far as I had been told, we couldn’t have our meeting in the shelter. Security was breeched, and the elders weren’t risking exposure if a light decided to attack. Instead, my father was holding it in his office. We told Mindy it was a father-son poker tournament. She wouldn’t interrupt—not when we had been fighting so often. “We lost the last one from getting too excited,” I said, pushing my meatloaf around. “We don’t want that happening again.” She grinned, lighting up at the opportunity to talk to me. “I really hope you win tonight.” Me, too. The front door rattled with knocks, and then it opened. A man waltzed in, peering into the kitchen from downstairs. “Hello.” Mindy shot up from her chair and waved over the railing. “Hey, George. How are you doing?” “Great,” he said, scaling the stairs with his son behind him. Pierce barely resembled his human form of Jonathon Stone. Instead of pale skin, green eyes, and dark hair, Jonathon had light brown hair and eyes. He wore thick glasses, but his right eye was fogged over with a thick, white cloud. He was partially blind. At school, he was an artist, and he was easily picked on, but his bullies would shake if they ever saw his Dark side. He was strong, capable, and had the best endurance I’d seen from a trainee. He could easily kick any human’s ass. Too bad they would never see him like that. I stood from the table and shook my friend’s hand. “Hey.” Jonathon avoided my eye contact. I’d known him since birth, but he was never secure about his human identity. “How’s the family?” he asked. “Don’t force small talk,” I said, dropping my voice. “You sound like our parents.” He laughed. “Isn’t that a scary thought?” I nodded, and his telepathic thought shot through me. “You ready to talk to the elders?” “It’s not like I have a choice,” I said. Jonathon pushed his glasses up his nose, and my father waved sodas in our direction. “Come on, boys,” he said, forcing an awkward, chipper tone. “Let’s start.” We followed our fathers down the hallway to the office. George opened the door, ushering us inside, and then he spun around, surveying the golden room. “They should be here any second,” he said, locking the door. Without a word, my father laid his hand on the wall, and we watched as a thick layer of shadows spewed over the room. Gliding around the room from the floor to the ceiling, they twisted into oblivion and the room spun in a tight circle. He’d used a silencing spell. George smiled. “That should help,” he said, enveloping his body in blackness. When he reappeared, his long black hair was shortened, and thick bristles grew along his formerly smooth chin. His black eyes burned green, and I recognized him for who he was after transformation, Urte—my father’s guard and fellow elder. In seconds, my father morphed as well. In his shade form, he was taller, thinner, and had a lot more hair. “You two stay human,” he said, shaking his limbs as he solidified. “I don’t want these elders pushing you around.” “I’d like to see that,” I said, and Urte glared. “Don’t be ignorant, Eric.” I shrugged, and my arm hair spiked up. I tensed, watching the office floor unfold into a whirlpool. Jonathon and I stepped back, and two men sizzled to the surface. Luthicer’s patchy white beard stretched to his collarbone, while his blond hair curled at the nape of his neck. His pitch black eyes wavered from side to side, but Eu stared right at us.
He had silver irises and the whitest pupils I’d ever seen, and they contrasted harshly against his thick, mangled black hair. He was three feet shorter than Luthicer, making him about a foot shorter than me. I had only met him once before, but he always seemed to be out of place. He hovered behind Luthicer like—well—a shadow, and Luthicer shined like he was more of a light than a half-breed. “Will Camille be joining us tonight?” Urte asked, and Luthicer’s forehead wrinkled. “She’s resting,” he said, dragging his dark eyes over Jonathon and I. “Her training has been rigorous, but it’ll help our descendant.” I hid my fist behind my back. What’d he do to Camille? I didn’t care if he was her trainer or not. He didn’t have the right. “Which one is he?” Eu asked, and I raised my hand as he stepped forward. His white eyes flickered. “It’s hard to recognize you in this form.” I raised my brow. “Isn’t that the point?” “Eric.” My father’s tone dropped. “You must excuse my son. He’s very—” “Nervous,” Luthicer finished, dragging his eyes over me. I smirked. “That’s your opinion.” “And it’s right,” he said, tilting his head. “If you aren’t nervous, why would you still be a human right now?” “Luthicer.” Urte stood between us. “This meeting is strictly going to be a conversation.” “A conversation won’t get Eric anywhere,” Luthicer said, stepping around Urte. “No,” my father said, sitting on the edge of his desk. “It’s up to Eric.” I changed before anyone even realized I had decided. I didn’t hesitate. I had to be Shoman, the first descendent, and hesitation was weakness. Luthicer smiled, slowly pushing Jonathon aside. “You’re weaker than I expected,” he said, waltzing around me as his fingers grazed my skin. A pain shot up my arm, through my shoulder, and my skin burned. I sucked in breath and grabbed my arm as the pain thundered through me. What was this? I felt hot and dizzy, like I’d collapse at any moment. Why can’t I move? “What are you doing?” Urte’s voice wavered through my foggy hearing. “Testing him,” Luthicer said, leaning in to stare at my pupils. His breath was hot against my cheek. “You can’t even handle a little Light energy.” Light? My body trembled. Is that what this was? Light energy could kill a shade—easily—but it could also poison us. “I can handle it,” I said, forcing my voice through clenched teeth. “I’m not so sure,” he said, digging his nails into my shoulder, and, as if to prove his point. I lurched over in pain, gasping. Urte slammed his hand against the wall. “Elder or not, you have no right to hurt this boy.” “He isn’t hurting him, Urte,” Eu said. Urte shook his head. “I’m an elder just like you, Eu,” he said, and I stumbled back, leaning against the wall for support. “Eric doesn’t need this sort of a test yet.” I held my hand up, silencing them. “If they think I need it,” I said and sucked in a breath. “I’ll believe them.” I will not be weak. Not in front of them. Luthicer hummed. “You’re either brave or very foolish.” “What’s the difference?”
The room silenced, and Luthicer knelt in front of me. “That kind of talk can be used against you, Shoman.” My lip curled. “They can’t use anything against me,” I said, and Luthicer squinted. “What about love?” Abby. “I have no love,” I said, shoving the loss away. “I haven’t had love in a long time. Not for anybody.” Luthicer’s face turned, and he focused on my father. “You, at least, raised the boy right.” Then, he stood, pointing at Urte. “But you,” he said. “You haven’t begun his training.” Urte straightened. “I was planning on starting soon.” “Planning does nothing,” Luthicer said. “You start soon. Understand?” “Don’t forget we’re equals,” Urte said, his chest rising. Luthicer’s brow scrunched. “So act like it then.” My father stood and pushed himself between the men. “This isn’t about you two,” he said, his black hair springing into the air. His eyes radiated as he glowered at Luthicer. “Shoman will start training with Urte soon—as long as Eric agrees.” Everyone turned to me, and I winced. My spine was squeezing. “I can do it,” I said. “This is a serious decision, Eric,” he said. “If you do it when you’re not ready, you’ll only injure yourself.” I hesitated for the first time that night. In the corner, Jonathon was pale, his working eye widening behind his thick glasses, and I knew he realized what I had. Our fathers were just as capable as Luthicer, and Darthon—the second descendant—was worse than them. He was more powerful than our elders, just as I was supposed to be, but I wasn’t even close to meeting that power. If I was going to survive, I needed to be stronger. “I will try,” I said, wincing as my voice strained against my throat. Whatever Luthicer had done to me resonated. The pain was worsening. “Then it’s decided,” Luthicer said, stepping back and clasping his hands together. “Eric will begin his training.” I clenched my teeth together, while my father guided the men to the middle of the room. “So this meeting is over,” he said, and both men nodded. “We’ll be within calling distance,” Eu said, and then they were gone—without even bothering to say their goodbyes to me. The shadows spiraled and dissipated. When I was positive they were long gone, I collapsed. “What the hell did he do to me?” I asked, grabbing my scalp. My father shoved water in my face. “Drink it,” he said, and I gulped it as he explained. “It’s a torture illusion; you’re okay.” “You mean,” I choked, hitting my knee as I caught my breath. “That wasn’t even happening?” “It attacks your nervous system,” he confirmed, shaking his head. “It’s probably the most commonly used spell. You’re not hurt.” I lay back, groaning. “I hate that guy.” “Roll up your sleeves,” Urte said, and I fell out of my shade form as I obeyed. Urte ran his fingers across my bruising skin, glowering at the red marks Luthicer left behind. “He had no right.” “The power he used,” I breathed. “Does Camille—” “She’s capable of it,” my father said, cringing. “I’m afraid she knows much more than that.” “And she’s nothing compared to Darthon?” Their silence answered my question. “It’s going to be okay, Eric,” Urte said, helping me sit up. I shook my head. “Lying is my forte, Urte, not yours.” Slowly, I stood up on my shaking feet and walked across the office. I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it in my father’s hand. “What’s this?” he asked, raising a brow. “You’ll need it to sign my death certificate,” I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. “Are we done now?”
“Peanut butter and chocolate is the best medicine,” Crystal said, dropping the sticky mess in front of me. I stared at it, unable to feel hungry. I was too angry. Eric was so conceited. He only cared about himself, and my grades were going to drop because of it. I’d never find information on my parents. Robb reached over me, dipping a pretzel into the peanut butter. “Don’t mind if I do.” Crystal swatted his hand. “Rude much,” she said. “Lola would have a fit if she saw you do that.” Lola was Crystal’s mother, and she wasn’t going to be home all night, despite the fact that Crystal had school tomorrow. We all did. “Lola doesn’t have to know,” Robb said, chewing with his mouth open. “It’s the best medicine, after all. I’m sure she’ll understand.” “Medicine for Jess,” Crystal’s pierced lip banged against her teeth, and she winced. “We’re here to make Jess feel better,” she mumbled. “Not you.” Robb chewed on his pretzel and stared with his big, brown eyes. “How’s that science project going for you anyway?” I moaned, collapsing on Crystal’s bed. “Horribly.” Crystal sighed. “Reminding her of it is not how you make a girl feel better.” Robb waved his arms in the air. “How was I supposed to know that?” “Maybe from all the girls you’ve dated,” she said, raising her black eyebrows. Robb shrugged, returned to his food, and Crystal rubbed her temples. “No wonder none of them worked out.” “Hey!” Chewed pretzel spewed from Robb’s mouth. “Some of them worked out.” Crystal nodded. “The drunk ones.” My mouth hung open. “You two drink?” I asked, reminding myself that I barely knew my two closest friends. “Like alcohol?” They turned to me and grinned. “What else can you do here?” Robb laughed. “The parties are the best.” “The clubs are even better,” Crystal agreed. My cheeks burned. “I didn’t know you had any.” “We don’t,” she said. “But the next town over does.” “My friend, Zac, makes fakes,” Robb said, leaning back with his arms behind his head. “We can get in anywhere.” I swallowed my nerves. “But aren’t you a little young?” Crystal waved her hand in my face. “You’re never too young for journalism.” Robb rolled his eyes. “I got her a fake, so she could beat her mom’s news stories.” “And if you want the best stories, you have to go to the best places,” Crystal said, beaming behind her bleached hair. “That’s when she realized how much fun clubs could be.” Robb laughed, his chest rising beneath his red shirt. “Alcohol is better than sweets any day.” I cringed. I generally avoided alcohol. Warping my mind didn’t appeal to me. “Relax, Jess,” Crystal said, pinching my arm. “It’s not a big deal; we’ll take you sometime.” I ignored her and stared at Robb. “I thought your parents were strict.” He raised his brow. “Who said they ever catch me?” he asked, suddenly checking his watch. “But I should get out of here before my parents freak.” My heart pounded. “What time is it?” “Eleven.” “What?” I leapt from Crystal’s bed and grabbed my things. “I’m late.” Crystal blinked. “So call them.” I searched my pockets, and my entire body sank. “I left my phone at home.” That explains why they weren’t blowing up my phone. “Weirdo.” I frowned at her. “It’s a bad habit.” “Relax,” Robb said, stepping between us. “I can drive you.” Before I knew it, I wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you,” I said, shying away before he could reciprocate my touch. When I looked at him, he was grinning. “Let’s go.”
I threw on my jacket. “See you at school, Crystal.” She waved, not even bothering to walk us out, and we rushed to Robb’s blue Chevy Suburban. As soon as we were buckled in, Robb took off, and I gripped the seat. “Sorry if this is a burden,” I said, knowing he knew where I lived. He already drove me to school twice, yet I was oblivious about where he lived. “I hope my house isn’t out of the way.” “You’re not a burden, Jess,” Robb laughed, pointing to Crystal’s neighbor. “But I live right there.” My stomach sunk. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t be,” he said. “My parents can’t mind if they’re asleep.” I watched his unlit house disappear behind us. “Why are they so strict anyway?” I asked, hoping to find someone to relate to. “Grades or something?” Robb chuckled. “My grades are perfect. Believe me, they make sure of that.” Our conversation stopped, and Robb fiddled with the radio controls on his steering wheel. He briefly looked away, but quickly returned his focus to the main road. Then his hand pushed against the console, and his radio turned off. “They’re strict, because they’re paranoid.” “About what?” He shrugged, but it was stiff. “Stupid teenager stuff.” Clearly, he didn’t want to elaborate. “Mine are too,” I said, attempting to lighten his mood. Ever since my mother told my father I wanted to look for information on my biological parents, they hadn’t been the same. They tiptoed around the subject as if I’d leave them the instant I found a long-lost uncle, twice removed. Like that was going to happen. I was beginning to believe an extended family didn’t even exist, yet I hadn’t bothered looking. Because I was afraid and didn’t want to find out I was born practically alone. “I’m barely let out on weekend nights,” Robb said, suddenly breaking the silence again. His brow was furrowed. “I normally study. Isn’t much of a life for a player,” he joked. I bit my lip, curiosity bubbling in my veins. “How many girls have you dated?” “Quite a lot,” he said, winking. “I’m addicted.” “You’re going to get screwed over one day,” I said, and he smirked. “And I’m looking forward to it.” We laughed for a few seconds but spun into silence quickly afterwards. I leaned my head against the passenger window and watched the streets fly by. His truck sped past a drug store, and long lampposts stretched light over the street in a blur. We passed our school, and, even in the darkness, I could make out the willow tree’s looming shadow. Eric. I remembered how he met Teresa beneath it and frowned. I had no clue what I was going to do about my incompetent homeroom partner. Clearly, he wasn’t going to help me, but I couldn’t do the entire project by myself. It was due in three weeks, and Crystal and Robb had already begun theirs. They weren’t even close to done yet. Robb leaned over and tapped my leg, breaking my enraged trance. “See that mansion over there?” he asked, and my eyes adjusted in the darkness. Somewhat hidden in a thick mass of trees, a house peered out. A few lights shined through the thorns and lit up the contorted driveway. It was dark and eerie—the kind of house neighborhood kids would only approach on Halloween. As we passed it, Robb’s lip curled. “That’s Welborn’s house.” My knuckles tightened into a fist. “He’s so rude,” I said. “I tried so hard today, and he doesn’t care at all—” “Jess,” Robb interrupted me quietly, and his eyes fogged over. “He used to be a really great guy. Awesome, nice, smart, funny, you name it. He was even there for me when my dog died,” he spoke through a struggled laugh. “He was my best friend until Hannah’s death.” “I’m sorry.” “I wasn’t asking for pity,” he said, briefly meeting my eyes. He sighed and gripped the wheel. “That Eric is still in him somewhere; I’m sure you can talk him out of it.” I held my breath. “Do you really think that?” He nodded, but didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t push it. Who was I to judge them? I’d never lost anyone, aside from my biological parents, and I didn’t even remember what they looked like. I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that.
“It’ll be okay, Jess,” Robb said, pulling into my driveway minutes later. “Thanks,” I said, forcing a grateful smile. “For everything.” Before he could continue our night with more conversation, I shut the door. I watched him back out of the driveway, and then I turned to my house. All the lights were on. Fantastic. When I opened the front door, my parents met me with folded arms. “Jessie Taylor.” My mother’s blonde hair was ruffled. “Where have you been? It’s a school night.” I sighed, dropping my bag on the floor. “Studying.” “Studying?” She raised her voice, and my father placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s almost midnight.” “It’s eleven.” “Don’t argue with me, young lady,” she said, jabbing a finger in my direction. “We’ve been worried sick.” “And who was that boy who dropped you off?” my dad asked, peering behind his reading glasses, and my shoulders dropped. “His name’s Robb,” I said. “And I was with Crystal and him—studying. We were working on our science projects.” “That’s funny, because your teacher called,” my mom said, raising her brow. “She said you haven’t even started.” My mouth hung open. I was ready to argue. “My partner won’t help me,” I said, and my father waved my excuse away. “You’re failing, Jess,” he said, shaking his head back and forth. “We made a deal; if you don’t keep your grades up, then you can wait to research your—” “My parents?” I finished, and they tensed. “I haven’t even had time to start researching yet.” “Whose fault it that?” my mother asked. “Maybe if you spent less time socializing, and more time studying, you’d be able to.” “But—” “No ‘buts’, Jessie.” She didn’t even let me speak. “We made a deal.” I bit my lip, avoiding their eyes. They didn’t understand. They’d never understand. “You get your grade up, and you can start searching.” “Fine,” I said, climbing my stairs to my bedroom and ending the conversation. Welborn was going to get it tomorrow.
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