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

everything we do - all the big, life changing things we do - are already set.”
    He didn’t answer right away and I was just glad he wasn’t laughing this off.
    “That would suck, I guess,” he eventually answered. “So all that Freaky Matlin stuff is real? You really can see the future. And Lily can bring things back from the dead.”
    “Uh, no. Dead is dead. Like you said, it’s a hypothetical question.”
    “Sure, and I suppose you handing me the quarter at the restaurant without knowing the total was normal, or you telling me about my dog getting run over was normal, or how about you dumping me at Homecoming? All normal, right?”
    “We should get going if you want to catch the previews.”
    He stopped and turned to face me. “Nice avoidance technique on both subjects.”
    I opted to address the least dangerous issue. “I thought we agreed to put Homecoming in the past and move on.”
    “You agreed. It’s still bugging me. One minute we were dancing and the next you were stomping off and demanding to go home.”
    We’d been dancing and then out of nowhere came Nadine and her date, dancing beside us. For a few seconds, I’d been inside both Nadine and Andrew’s futures and the overlap had been gut wrenching to watch.
    “Well, don’t worry about it. It’s over. I was freaked and now I’m not.” I stepped close to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Pressing up on my tiptoes, I let my lips fall across his. He relaxed and encircled me in his arms.
    I was exactly where I was supposed to be. For now.

Chapter 6
     
    “I’m thinking of joining a convent.”
    Bianca’s words brought my head around to look at her and I snorted. “I’m pretty sure you need to be Catholic to become a nun.”
    Bianca ran a hand through the new blue highlighted pixie cut she sported. “I didn’t say anything about being a nun. I can’t think of anywhere else my parents wouldn’t look for me if I ran away.”
    “That bad?” I asked, trying not to laugh.
    “My parents liked him! Seriously, Chloe, they liked him. He covered up the tattoos and took out the piercings and God, he even cut his hair.” She leaned forward and rested her head on top of the cafeteria table. “I loved his hair. Logan had so much potential. What would possess him to destroy it?”
    “Did you stop to consider he thought he wouldn’t be able to date you if they didn’t like him?”
    “They weren’t supposed to like him. They were supposed to try and keep us apart. We would sneak around behind their backs, until they grudgingly accepted him, though they would always secretly hate him.”
    “Okay, time to bring it back to reality.” This time the laugh burst forth.
    She groaned. “Reality is a drag sometimes.”
    “It’s not like you guys were going to be together forever,” I said. “Don’t worry. In a couple months, you’ll be dating-” I cut my words off before I said Owen’s name. Telling her wouldn’t change anything in the long run, but she’d freak if I did and then…well, what? If it truly was the future, what did it matter if she knew?
    “Shut up!” Bianca jerked her head up. “It’s super creepy when you do that fortune teller stuff.”
    “It’s not fortune telling.”
    In our family, fortune telling was on par with witches and Ouija boards - not acceptable. Nanna once said the difference between fortune telling and prophecy was that fortune telling was about seeking to gain by either the teller or the receiver. Prophecy was a gift from God, a glimpse of what was to come so we could prepare our minds and spirits.
    “Whatever.” Bianca picked up my pen from the table and began doodling stick figures on the corner of my English assignment page. “How come you have no problem with doing it to me, but you won’t tell Nadine about it? It’s always weird when we hang out and I know that she doesn’t know what you know.”
    “It’s different with her.” Different because while I would be friends with Bianca