dead?”
Blake valiantly attempted to muffle his laughter as he
shook his head. “No, no. Death is impossible to reverse, even for her.”
Brooke breathed a sigh of relief. “That kind of works for
me.”
Blake grinned
knowingly, but before he could say anything, his phone began ringing from his
jacket pocket. Grin shifting to an apologetic smile, he dipped one hand into
the necessary pocket and pulled his phone out. “Hey, bro.”
Brooke watched as
Blake listened to the man on the other end, her calm patience turning
into concerned confusion as his expression changed. In the space of a few
seconds, he went from easygoing to angry, sitting upright and almost as quickly
springing entirely to his feet in alarm. And he hadn’t even said anything yet.
“I’m on my way,” he finally replied, before disconnecting
and dropping his phone into his pocket.
“Blake?” Brooke asked, standing carefully.
“I have to go, I’m sorry,” he said, already shrugging out
of his coat. He paused, tugged his car keys free from his jeans, and tossed
them to her, adding, “Could you take my stuff to my parents’ for me? It’s okay
if you have to leave my car here.”
Brooke blinked at him, entirely thrown. “What’s going on?”
He shook his head with a frown. “No time. I’ll call you
later.” And before she could even find the right argument to go with he was
dripping again. Only it didn’t seem to take as long for his body to liquefy
this time, but Brooke couldn’t really dwell on that because the puddle he’d
become immediately rushed to join the incoming tide. And then she lost sight of
him entirely.
“What…?” Shaking her head at herself, Brooke looked down at
the keys in her hand. Something bad must have happened for him to react like
that, she was sure. And in that case, she couldn’t begrudge him his haste. But I don’t know where his parents live. Still, the Hawkes were apparently fairly well-known around town. Georgia would
surely know. Although if she asked Georgia, she’d be stuck figuring out a
convincing lie, too. Instinct insisted what Blake had revealed to her that day
was supposed to be a secret, and no one with a brain in their head shared a
secret like that with Georgia Clarke.
Sighing, Brooke pocketed the keys and gathered up Blake’s
clothes. Maybe she could unlock his phone and find the address that way.
Otherwise she’d be stuck bringing it all home. And all the way up the sandy
slope she kept rounding back to one ridiculous thought: she was attracted to Aquaman . She was really attracted to Aquaman .
Chapter Six
Angela was walking home
from a friend’s house, her purse hanging over one shoulder and her earbuds
tucked securely into place, attached to the iPod resting in her pocket. The
weather was fairly mild, as winter was finally coming to a close, and there was
barely a cloud in the sky. It was an almost beautiful Saturday, and it made her
hopeful for the rest of the weekend.
Maybe me and Eric can do something more
interesting than going to another movie, she mused with a small smile. They always scheduled a date for Sunday afternoons
when they weren’t saddled with family plans, and if the weather was anything
like this tomorrow, she intended to suggest doing something outside. Like going to the park. The park was her
favorite place in town, even over the beach.
She was about
halfway home, having taken her favorite scenic route in order to prolong her
time outside, when her iPod made a strange static-like sound. Stopping, she
reached into her pocket and pulled the slim device out, as if looking at it
would tell her what the sound was. But the music had already resumed, and
nothing on the screen indicated any sort of problem. So she shrugged and
slipped it back into her pocket.
A particularly
strong gust of wind kicked up, blowing her long, dark hair into her face and
dragging a sigh from the teenager. She reached up to move her hair from her
face, but paused with her
Blake valiantly attempted to muffle his laughter as he
shook his head. “No, no. Death is impossible to reverse, even for her.”
Brooke breathed a sigh of relief. “That kind of works for
me.”
Blake grinned
knowingly, but before he could say anything, his phone began ringing from his
jacket pocket. Grin shifting to an apologetic smile, he dipped one hand into
the necessary pocket and pulled his phone out. “Hey, bro.”
Brooke watched as
Blake listened to the man on the other end, her calm patience turning
into concerned confusion as his expression changed. In the space of a few
seconds, he went from easygoing to angry, sitting upright and almost as quickly
springing entirely to his feet in alarm. And he hadn’t even said anything yet.
“I’m on my way,” he finally replied, before disconnecting
and dropping his phone into his pocket.
“Blake?” Brooke asked, standing carefully.
“I have to go, I’m sorry,” he said, already shrugging out
of his coat. He paused, tugged his car keys free from his jeans, and tossed
them to her, adding, “Could you take my stuff to my parents’ for me? It’s okay
if you have to leave my car here.”
Brooke blinked at him, entirely thrown. “What’s going on?”
He shook his head with a frown. “No time. I’ll call you
later.” And before she could even find the right argument to go with he was
dripping again. Only it didn’t seem to take as long for his body to liquefy
this time, but Brooke couldn’t really dwell on that because the puddle he’d
become immediately rushed to join the incoming tide. And then she lost sight of
him entirely.
“What…?” Shaking her head at herself, Brooke looked down at
the keys in her hand. Something bad must have happened for him to react like
that, she was sure. And in that case, she couldn’t begrudge him his haste. But I don’t know where his parents live. Still, the Hawkes were apparently fairly well-known around town. Georgia would
surely know. Although if she asked Georgia, she’d be stuck figuring out a
convincing lie, too. Instinct insisted what Blake had revealed to her that day
was supposed to be a secret, and no one with a brain in their head shared a
secret like that with Georgia Clarke.
Sighing, Brooke pocketed the keys and gathered up Blake’s
clothes. Maybe she could unlock his phone and find the address that way.
Otherwise she’d be stuck bringing it all home. And all the way up the sandy
slope she kept rounding back to one ridiculous thought: she was attracted to Aquaman . She was really attracted to Aquaman .
Chapter Six
Angela was walking home
from a friend’s house, her purse hanging over one shoulder and her earbuds
tucked securely into place, attached to the iPod resting in her pocket. The
weather was fairly mild, as winter was finally coming to a close, and there was
barely a cloud in the sky. It was an almost beautiful Saturday, and it made her
hopeful for the rest of the weekend.
Maybe me and Eric can do something more
interesting than going to another movie, she mused with a small smile. They always scheduled a date for Sunday afternoons
when they weren’t saddled with family plans, and if the weather was anything
like this tomorrow, she intended to suggest doing something outside. Like going to the park. The park was her
favorite place in town, even over the beach.
She was about
halfway home, having taken her favorite scenic route in order to prolong her
time outside, when her iPod made a strange static-like sound. Stopping, she
reached into her pocket and pulled the slim device out, as if looking at it
would tell her what the sound was. But the music had already resumed, and
nothing on the screen indicated any sort of problem. So she shrugged and
slipped it back into her pocket.
A particularly
strong gust of wind kicked up, blowing her long, dark hair into her face and
dragging a sigh from the teenager. She reached up to move her hair from her
face, but paused with her
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