surge of clairvoyance within your channel. Until
you’ve gone through puberty, though, your clairvoyant channel is too soft to withstand this surge—and it’s liable to
burst. Because of this unfortunate reality, juvengamy remains illegal . . . ”
Content
the video wasn’t going to reveal any horrifying truth about Amber and Clive’s
relationship, Aaron relaxed a little and leaned back in his chair. Though he still
listened.
Apparently,
juvengamy was
still practiced in cult circles for the very thing that made it illegal. It
made a man’s halfdocile by emptying her out.
The exposure was timed
carefully. A girl’s body was more sensitive
to clairvoyance, so her channel broke first. Most of her clairvoyance leaked
out or collected in the boy.
All
under the guise that juvengamy forged a stronger bond between halves.
Weird.
***
Aaron
was waiting at his car after class for Buff when he heard squealing tires. He
jerked his head up as a steel gray Beamer swerved through the parking lot,
skidded around the speed bumps, and pulled up next to him. Dominic Brees sat at
the wheel, Clive Selavio in the passenger seat.
Dominic
leaned out the window. “Number eleven, don’t be a loner. Get in.”
Aaron
stepped up to the window and casually surveyed the leather interior, which gave
off the stale smell of marijuana. Finally, he stared at Clive.
“That’s
eight-hundred and twenty-five dollars you owe me for my car,” he said.
“Why
don’t you get in,” said Clive, patting the back seat. “We’ll talk while we
drive.”
“No,
you get out. We’ll talk right here.”
Clive
reached for his seatbelt, clicked it, and the strap recoiled. His fingers
closed on the handle.
“Not
now—” Dominic grabbed his knee and nodded out the back. “Look who’s coming.”
Aaron
glanced up and saw Buff trudging into the parking lot.
Though
his fingers whitened on the door handle, Clive stayed in the car. “Lucky
bastard,” he muttered, licking his chapped lips.
“So
where’s my present?” said Aaron, leaning in through the window. “I was hoping
you were going to bring me a puppy or something.”
A
smirk crept onto Clive’s face. “Actually, Harper, I was thinking you and I
could have some adult fun tonight—since we’re both turning eighteen next
Saturday. Ever heard of the Pelican?”
“I’ll
pass,” said Aaron. Clive was talking about a nightclub on the pier that had a
reputation for underage sex. The Pelican was where seventeen-year olds with
fake IDs got drugged up and lost their virginity to strangers, not realizing
the consequences. Sex was meant for your half, no one else. If you broke that
rule, something would forever be missingbetween you and your half.
“You
know I’m going to take good care of you,” said Clive.
“Yeah?
You can start by fixing the dent in my car.”
“Oh,
did that make you sad?” said Clive. “Well guess what? Next time you see Amber,
I’m going to put a dent in your skull.”
Aaron
felt an itch in his fingertips. “She came to me,” he said.
Clive
leaned across the seat toward him. “If that’s the story you prefer, Harper,
then I’ll put a dent in her skull.”
It
was too much. Aaron yanked open the door. But Dominic had already shifted into
first, and the Beamer lurched away from him, the door slammed.
“Oh,
I forgot to mention—” Clive yelled from the window, “Amber’s going too.” He
broke into laughter.
Aaron
kicked the rear bumper as hard as he could before the car accelerated away from
him, his blood burning in his veins.
Clive
was taking Amber to the nightclub.
A
second later Buff was at his side. “That was Breezie, wasn’t it?” he said,
smacking his palm with his fist. “I can smell his stink.”
“Tonight,”
was all Aaron managed to say, his stomach turning queasy at the thought of
Clive forcing himself on her, “we’re going to the pier. We have to stop a girl
from ruining her life.”
***
Amber
picked up after the
you’ve gone through puberty, though, your clairvoyant channel is too soft to withstand this surge—and it’s liable to
burst. Because of this unfortunate reality, juvengamy remains illegal . . . ”
Content
the video wasn’t going to reveal any horrifying truth about Amber and Clive’s
relationship, Aaron relaxed a little and leaned back in his chair. Though he still
listened.
Apparently,
juvengamy was
still practiced in cult circles for the very thing that made it illegal. It
made a man’s halfdocile by emptying her out.
The exposure was timed
carefully. A girl’s body was more sensitive
to clairvoyance, so her channel broke first. Most of her clairvoyance leaked
out or collected in the boy.
All
under the guise that juvengamy forged a stronger bond between halves.
Weird.
***
Aaron
was waiting at his car after class for Buff when he heard squealing tires. He
jerked his head up as a steel gray Beamer swerved through the parking lot,
skidded around the speed bumps, and pulled up next to him. Dominic Brees sat at
the wheel, Clive Selavio in the passenger seat.
Dominic
leaned out the window. “Number eleven, don’t be a loner. Get in.”
Aaron
stepped up to the window and casually surveyed the leather interior, which gave
off the stale smell of marijuana. Finally, he stared at Clive.
“That’s
eight-hundred and twenty-five dollars you owe me for my car,” he said.
“Why
don’t you get in,” said Clive, patting the back seat. “We’ll talk while we
drive.”
“No,
you get out. We’ll talk right here.”
Clive
reached for his seatbelt, clicked it, and the strap recoiled. His fingers
closed on the handle.
“Not
now—” Dominic grabbed his knee and nodded out the back. “Look who’s coming.”
Aaron
glanced up and saw Buff trudging into the parking lot.
Though
his fingers whitened on the door handle, Clive stayed in the car. “Lucky
bastard,” he muttered, licking his chapped lips.
“So
where’s my present?” said Aaron, leaning in through the window. “I was hoping
you were going to bring me a puppy or something.”
A
smirk crept onto Clive’s face. “Actually, Harper, I was thinking you and I
could have some adult fun tonight—since we’re both turning eighteen next
Saturday. Ever heard of the Pelican?”
“I’ll
pass,” said Aaron. Clive was talking about a nightclub on the pier that had a
reputation for underage sex. The Pelican was where seventeen-year olds with
fake IDs got drugged up and lost their virginity to strangers, not realizing
the consequences. Sex was meant for your half, no one else. If you broke that
rule, something would forever be missingbetween you and your half.
“You
know I’m going to take good care of you,” said Clive.
“Yeah?
You can start by fixing the dent in my car.”
“Oh,
did that make you sad?” said Clive. “Well guess what? Next time you see Amber,
I’m going to put a dent in your skull.”
Aaron
felt an itch in his fingertips. “She came to me,” he said.
Clive
leaned across the seat toward him. “If that’s the story you prefer, Harper,
then I’ll put a dent in her skull.”
It
was too much. Aaron yanked open the door. But Dominic had already shifted into
first, and the Beamer lurched away from him, the door slammed.
“Oh,
I forgot to mention—” Clive yelled from the window, “Amber’s going too.” He
broke into laughter.
Aaron
kicked the rear bumper as hard as he could before the car accelerated away from
him, his blood burning in his veins.
Clive
was taking Amber to the nightclub.
A
second later Buff was at his side. “That was Breezie, wasn’t it?” he said,
smacking his palm with his fist. “I can smell his stink.”
“Tonight,”
was all Aaron managed to say, his stomach turning queasy at the thought of
Clive forcing himself on her, “we’re going to the pier. We have to stop a girl
from ruining her life.”
***
Amber
picked up after the
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