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Authors: Mandy Harbin, M.W. Muse
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as I stared at Chrys, his body seemed to relax.
"Yes."
"Is that all you have to say about it?"
"No, but I think I should take you home now." His mood seemed to shift before my eyes again. Just as quickly as his shocked body started to relax, his relaxed façade transformed to one of . . . concern . . . if I was reading him, correctly.
"Are you going to tell me more about you?" "In time. I think I've said enough for one night."
"Don't be ridiculous! You've only scratched the surface!" A desperate kid begging for answers was not how I wanted to come across as in that moment. Unfortunately, that was exactly how I sounded.
"Look, Season, when I told you earlier that I knew a lot, I was right. I do know everything about me , which apparently involves your mother on some level. I didn't understand everything about you, and I still don't. But even comprehending what little knowledge I had about you, that didn't prepare me for how you fit into all this. I realize now that I know much more than I thought I did, and I'm not ready to tell you."
"That's not fair!" I exploded and then peered around the restaurant to make sure no one had heard me.
"I didn't say I wasn't going to tell you. I just think this is something that's going to have to come out in stages, and of course, we'll have to be discrete, and you'll have to watch your back."
"Why?"
"It's too complicated to explain now, but long story short, you're being watched." I stared at him incredulously, unable to speak.
"And while I'm giving you warnings, stay away from my mother. She's evil."
Chapter 6
A s the days passed , Chrys and I didn't talk about what happened. His mom kept him busy at work. Almost too busy. I figured I was just being paranoid. I really didn't know what to make of what he said about her being evil . I remembered how she reacted to me that day in the basement and figured that maybe Chrys's comment was loosely related to her overprotecting nature. Any teenage boy with an overprotecting mom probably viewed her as evil—it was all relative.
I'd also been staying over at Chloe's as planned. Even though I failed to get the goods on Chrys for her, I did tell her about my conversation with him on our non-date. Except for the stuff on Greek Mythology, which felt too private. Or maybe it was just too weird to comprehend, much less discuss, even with my best friend. But I did discuss my dreams with her. Since my non-date with Chrys, I'd had another tornado dream. It was similar to the previous one, but there were a few changes.
Instead of a forest, there were two fields. I didn't see the tornado, but I knew it was coming for me. I had dropped my car keys in one of the fields and bent down to pick them up. As I hunched over, I noticed my keys had landed in the middle of three huge snake holes. Frightened, I ran for my car, without the keys. The blond girl from my last dream was sitting in the passenger seat. Her eyes opened wide—scary wide— as she screamed for me to go back and get the keys. I turned and ran into the field where my keys were. But as soon as my feet touched the grass, I'd woken up. Chloe and I had talked about what I'd seen, but none of it made any more sense than it had in my first dream.
By Thursday night, I was near to bursting with excitement about my date with Don, and Chloe was living vicariously through my excitement.
"So where do you think he'll take you?" "I have no idea, but I really don't care!"
We both laughed, and she flashed a wicked look at me.
"Hmmm, do you think he'll kiss you?" She was barely able to ask without giggling.
"I don't know. I think it's too soon for that. After all, this is just our first date. But what do you think I should do if Don doesn't kiss me tomorrow or ask me out on a second date?"
Chloe looked at me and appraised my expression before responding. "I don't think you have anything to worry about."
"But let's say neither of those two things happens. Should I call him? If so, when?
I mean, how
"Yes."
"Is that all you have to say about it?"
"No, but I think I should take you home now." His mood seemed to shift before my eyes again. Just as quickly as his shocked body started to relax, his relaxed façade transformed to one of . . . concern . . . if I was reading him, correctly.
"Are you going to tell me more about you?" "In time. I think I've said enough for one night."
"Don't be ridiculous! You've only scratched the surface!" A desperate kid begging for answers was not how I wanted to come across as in that moment. Unfortunately, that was exactly how I sounded.
"Look, Season, when I told you earlier that I knew a lot, I was right. I do know everything about me , which apparently involves your mother on some level. I didn't understand everything about you, and I still don't. But even comprehending what little knowledge I had about you, that didn't prepare me for how you fit into all this. I realize now that I know much more than I thought I did, and I'm not ready to tell you."
"That's not fair!" I exploded and then peered around the restaurant to make sure no one had heard me.
"I didn't say I wasn't going to tell you. I just think this is something that's going to have to come out in stages, and of course, we'll have to be discrete, and you'll have to watch your back."
"Why?"
"It's too complicated to explain now, but long story short, you're being watched." I stared at him incredulously, unable to speak.
"And while I'm giving you warnings, stay away from my mother. She's evil."
Chapter 6
A s the days passed , Chrys and I didn't talk about what happened. His mom kept him busy at work. Almost too busy. I figured I was just being paranoid. I really didn't know what to make of what he said about her being evil . I remembered how she reacted to me that day in the basement and figured that maybe Chrys's comment was loosely related to her overprotecting nature. Any teenage boy with an overprotecting mom probably viewed her as evil—it was all relative.
I'd also been staying over at Chloe's as planned. Even though I failed to get the goods on Chrys for her, I did tell her about my conversation with him on our non-date. Except for the stuff on Greek Mythology, which felt too private. Or maybe it was just too weird to comprehend, much less discuss, even with my best friend. But I did discuss my dreams with her. Since my non-date with Chrys, I'd had another tornado dream. It was similar to the previous one, but there were a few changes.
Instead of a forest, there were two fields. I didn't see the tornado, but I knew it was coming for me. I had dropped my car keys in one of the fields and bent down to pick them up. As I hunched over, I noticed my keys had landed in the middle of three huge snake holes. Frightened, I ran for my car, without the keys. The blond girl from my last dream was sitting in the passenger seat. Her eyes opened wide—scary wide— as she screamed for me to go back and get the keys. I turned and ran into the field where my keys were. But as soon as my feet touched the grass, I'd woken up. Chloe and I had talked about what I'd seen, but none of it made any more sense than it had in my first dream.
By Thursday night, I was near to bursting with excitement about my date with Don, and Chloe was living vicariously through my excitement.
"So where do you think he'll take you?" "I have no idea, but I really don't care!"
We both laughed, and she flashed a wicked look at me.
"Hmmm, do you think he'll kiss you?" She was barely able to ask without giggling.
"I don't know. I think it's too soon for that. After all, this is just our first date. But what do you think I should do if Don doesn't kiss me tomorrow or ask me out on a second date?"
Chloe looked at me and appraised my expression before responding. "I don't think you have anything to worry about."
"But let's say neither of those two things happens. Should I call him? If so, when?
I mean, how
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