he’s going to read while I talk.
Very rude, but I don’t bother to say anything since he’s obviously in a funk. Besides, once I start talking, I’m sure he’ll give me his undivided attention.
“I saw the birds last night,” I begin and wait for their reactions.
“Oh,” Krystal says. “We haven’t seen them since before the blizzard. What happened?”
After going over this back and forth and debating whether or not I should leave out the fact that I was with Antoine when the birds attacked, I decide to just tell it all. I have no idea if Antoine had told his clique about what happened, so it’s logical that I just tell mine the truth.
“I was out at the gazebo talking to Antoine and they just attacked.”
As predicted, Jake stops turning pages in the book and looks up at me. “Wait, last night? I thought you had some party to go to.”
“I did, but then Antoine showed up and—”
“Antoine, as in Antoine Watson?” Krystal’s raised brow means she has a lot more questions. “He was invited to the party and we weren’t?”
Now, that wasn’t exactly the line of questioning I thought she’d take. “No. Of course he wasn’t invited. He just sort of showed up.”
“At your house?”
That was Jake asking suspiciously. “Yeah, at my house.” Okay, why are they latching on to the Antoine thing more than the birds? “You guys, I said those birds are back and they attacked me. Don’t you think that’s cause for alarm?”
Krystal smiles. “I think what we really need to know is how Antoine found out where you lived and since when did he just start dropping by?”
I sigh because I guess I’m going to have to get this part over with. This part being the new boy interrogation. “Okay, abbreviated version—ever since I talked to him about Ricky he’s been trying to get with me. I’ve been ignoring him but obviously he hasn’t gotten the message. Now can we get back to the serious business?”
“Seems to me you don’t really want him to get a message if you’re talking to him at the gazebo.” This is Jake who looks back down at his book the minute his words are out.
Okay, let’s try another tactic. “I think I have a new power,” I blurt out and have the pleasure of watching both of them look at each other, then immediately at me, like I just grew a new head.
“What is it?”
I shrug. “Don’t really know. All I know is that one minute I was lying in my bed thinking about…” I hesitate before saying his name again. “I was thinking about stuff and then the next thing you know I’m across town at Trends dancing the night away.”
“You teleported all the way across town?” Jake talks slowly, like I was speaking another language.
I’m already shaking my head. “No. I don’t think it’s the same as teleporting. My body was still in my room and there was another me at the club.”
“Another you? How is that possible?” Krystal asks.
“Don’t know. Was hoping you guys could tell me.”
Krystal drums her fingers on the table again. This little action is going to get annoying. Quick.
She doesn’t seem to notice the way I look down at her hands then back up at her, mentally willing her to stop. Guess that’s because neither me nor her have mind-reading capabilities. “So your powers are manifesting, too. And the birds are back. The Darkness will follow.”
“And we still don’t know what it is or what it wants,” Jake adds.
“There’s more,” I say, pulling Mary Burroughs’s letter out of my bag in the envelope that I put it in last night so it wouldn’t tear. I give it to Jake. “I sent Fatima what was written on the letter. Her response was this—you are one of them. It’s time we meet.”
“Fatima, the witch?” Krystal asks.
“Practicing witch,” Jake amends. “There’s no such thing as real witches.”
Me and Krystal stare at him.
“But there is such a thing as Mystyx and superpowers?” Krystal says.
“You know what I mean,” Jake
Very rude, but I don’t bother to say anything since he’s obviously in a funk. Besides, once I start talking, I’m sure he’ll give me his undivided attention.
“I saw the birds last night,” I begin and wait for their reactions.
“Oh,” Krystal says. “We haven’t seen them since before the blizzard. What happened?”
After going over this back and forth and debating whether or not I should leave out the fact that I was with Antoine when the birds attacked, I decide to just tell it all. I have no idea if Antoine had told his clique about what happened, so it’s logical that I just tell mine the truth.
“I was out at the gazebo talking to Antoine and they just attacked.”
As predicted, Jake stops turning pages in the book and looks up at me. “Wait, last night? I thought you had some party to go to.”
“I did, but then Antoine showed up and—”
“Antoine, as in Antoine Watson?” Krystal’s raised brow means she has a lot more questions. “He was invited to the party and we weren’t?”
Now, that wasn’t exactly the line of questioning I thought she’d take. “No. Of course he wasn’t invited. He just sort of showed up.”
“At your house?”
That was Jake asking suspiciously. “Yeah, at my house.” Okay, why are they latching on to the Antoine thing more than the birds? “You guys, I said those birds are back and they attacked me. Don’t you think that’s cause for alarm?”
Krystal smiles. “I think what we really need to know is how Antoine found out where you lived and since when did he just start dropping by?”
I sigh because I guess I’m going to have to get this part over with. This part being the new boy interrogation. “Okay, abbreviated version—ever since I talked to him about Ricky he’s been trying to get with me. I’ve been ignoring him but obviously he hasn’t gotten the message. Now can we get back to the serious business?”
“Seems to me you don’t really want him to get a message if you’re talking to him at the gazebo.” This is Jake who looks back down at his book the minute his words are out.
Okay, let’s try another tactic. “I think I have a new power,” I blurt out and have the pleasure of watching both of them look at each other, then immediately at me, like I just grew a new head.
“What is it?”
I shrug. “Don’t really know. All I know is that one minute I was lying in my bed thinking about…” I hesitate before saying his name again. “I was thinking about stuff and then the next thing you know I’m across town at Trends dancing the night away.”
“You teleported all the way across town?” Jake talks slowly, like I was speaking another language.
I’m already shaking my head. “No. I don’t think it’s the same as teleporting. My body was still in my room and there was another me at the club.”
“Another you? How is that possible?” Krystal asks.
“Don’t know. Was hoping you guys could tell me.”
Krystal drums her fingers on the table again. This little action is going to get annoying. Quick.
She doesn’t seem to notice the way I look down at her hands then back up at her, mentally willing her to stop. Guess that’s because neither me nor her have mind-reading capabilities. “So your powers are manifesting, too. And the birds are back. The Darkness will follow.”
“And we still don’t know what it is or what it wants,” Jake adds.
“There’s more,” I say, pulling Mary Burroughs’s letter out of my bag in the envelope that I put it in last night so it wouldn’t tear. I give it to Jake. “I sent Fatima what was written on the letter. Her response was this—you are one of them. It’s time we meet.”
“Fatima, the witch?” Krystal asks.
“Practicing witch,” Jake amends. “There’s no such thing as real witches.”
Me and Krystal stare at him.
“But there is such a thing as Mystyx and superpowers?” Krystal says.
“You know what I mean,” Jake
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