Watch Me: Teen Paranormal Romance (A Touched Trilogy Book 3) by Angela Fristoe

choice.
    “No, it’s fine. I know you want to see it.”
    The waitress dropped off the bill and as Andrew counted out some bills, I pulled out a quarter. I slid it over to him.
    “What’s that for?” he asked.
    “To make it even.”
    He glanced at the amount on the bill again and then took the quarter with a weird smile, and laid it on top of the bills.
    I’d seen the bill. Twenty-five twenty-five. This way she got a nice round twenty percent tip and he didn’t waste time digging around for a quarter. And despite the look he wore, he was used to me doing things like that.
    We headed for the beach and found an overlook of the ocean. I leaned against the railing, looking out at the water. A cool mist drifted across my bare arms and I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. I’d forgotten that the beach in November wasn’t always a good idea. Then Andrew pulled me back against his chest and rubbed his hands along my arms. Warmth spread throughout me and my shivers were no longer from the cold.
    “You smell good,” he said, lips skimming my ear. “I missed being with you like this.”
    My eyes closed and I tipped my head to the side. His lips pressed gently against my neck. Andrew was deadly to my control and I loved it. I loved him. I could admit that to myself though I’d never say it to him or anyone else. It would only make them pity me more when he and Nadine betrayed me.
    “Are you ever going to tell me why we broke up at Homecoming?”
    My eyes popped open. Pulling away a bit, I tried to get some space between us. “I already told you, I panicked. Everything was moving so fast.”
    “Come on, Chloe. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying. I don’t need to be Phoebe to tell me that.”
    I twisted around to look at him. How the hell did he know about Phoebe’s ability? “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    He snorted and let go of me, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. “You don’t think I’ve heard all about the freaky Matlin sisters? Come on. I started the thing when Lily brought my dog back to life.”
    “She did not bring your dog back to life.” I ignored the reference to the freaky Matlin sisters.
    “No, but I’ve seen firsthand how she can heal people. Besides, Phoebe has a bigger mouth than anyone and for the last few months she’s been going around calling people out on the littlest lies. Not to mention all the times you’ve known exactly what’s gonna happen. You even warned me my dog would be hit by a car.”
    “Well, you always let the poor thing run loose. It was an accident waiting to happen.” Dang, I sounded like Dad.
    “It’s more than that. If you’re gonna lie, you better learn to be better at it.”
    When I was younger I never bothered to hide my ability, but I was smart enough now to realize that letting people know wasn’t the safest idea.
    Neither of us said anything else about it, the conversation simply drifted away like the mist coming in on the waves. Yet, the entire time we sat in the darkened theater, my mind kept going back to his suspicions of my ability.
    “Do you ever think about the future?” I asked as we walked back to the car after the movie.
    “Yeah, I mean my dad won’t stop talking about making a plan and all that shit.” He ran his hands up the sides of his head, checking the spike of his faux hawk. He smiled and winked at me. “I don’t think he’d be too happy knowing my plans are different than his. What does that have to do with us?”
    “What if I told you - hypothetically - that I see the future?”
    He sobered up immediately. “Like crystal ball, voodoo shit?”
    “No.” I rolled my eyes. “I mean like honest to God visions of the future.”
    “Uh, well if this is hypothetical and all, then I guess it would be kind of cool. To be able to know what was gonna happen if you do certain things. I guess you could stop bad stuff from happening.”
    “What if I couldn’t change anything? What if