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Where the hell have you been? ’s I did my best to answer the questions as succinctly as possible, but my attention was elsewhere. Across the living room, alongside the fireplace, stood Macy. Her ginger hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and she was sipping from a cup in her hand. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye, making no effort to speak to me. She was waiting for me to make the first move.
    Brian Turner, however, saw me, and let out a big smile. “Kane Andrews!” he shouted. He walked over to me and gave me a fist bump. “It’s good to see you, bro!”
    I thought back to what had happened the last time Brian and I talked at a party. He’d thanked me for saving his life by calling an ambulance when he was lying broken in an alley. He had no memory that I was the one who had put him there in the first place. I was the one who’d changed Brian from being a big bully to the apparent teddy bear he was today. The Buddha of Ebon High. I could almost feel the salt being poured onto my wounds. It was bad enough that Macy was dating my enemy, but I was the one who had made him the person he was today—the person Macy had apparently fallen in love with.
    “Good to see you too,” I lied.
    I looked over his shoulder at Macy. She looked down and began to inspect her drink when she saw me looking at her.
    “Hey, Macy,” I said.
    She looked up at me. “Hi.” Then she turned back to her drink.
    Ouch.
    I’d had enough. I walked past Brian and right over to Macy. “Can we talk?”
    “Fine.”
    Without looking back, the two of us walked through the kitchen and out the back door.
    I shut the door behind me, and when I turned around, Macy slapped me hard across the face.
    “I deserved that,” I said.
    “You deserve worse, Andrews,” she spat.
    I fought the urge to wince. She wouldn’t even use my first name. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? I was going through a rough time, with Michael and everything. I just needed some space.”
    Macy slapped me again, this time harder. Tears welled in her eyes. “How dare you use Michael as an excuse like that? You could’ve called. You could’ve texted. Hell, get out a pen and paper and write a goddamned letter, I don’t care. You have no excuse, Andrews. No excuse. None that I’ll accept, anyway. You’re just an asshole, and I’m through talking to you. Just leave me alone.” Macy pushed me aside and started to open the door.
    I grabbed the doorknob and shut it. “Macy, please. Just listen to me, alright? I can explain.” My brain was telling me to shut up, but my heart ignored it. I was prepared to tell Macy everything. To show her the Tempest suit I had on under my clothes and explain everything.
    “Get out of my way, Andrews,” she said, pushing me back. She opened the door, slipped through, and slammed it in my face before I could react.
    Then she screamed.

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Party Crashers 2.0
    I swung open the door and saw the living room engulfed in flames. I stood there for a few moments, stunned. People were clambering over furniture and each other, trying to get out of the house.
    “Brian!” Macy yelled, and began running toward the living room.
    That was when I saw it. The fire had come from a person engulfed in flames—Brian Turner.
    “Oh god, help me! What’s happening?” he screamed. He reached out to someone, and a torrent of flames shot from his hand, igniting the couch. Luckily the person he’d been reaching for was fast enough to run out of the way.
    I wrapped my arms around Macy and lifted her up. She punched and kicked, trying to get free, but it made no difference to me.
    “Put me down, Kane! I have to help!” she yelled.
    I didn’t listen. I took her out the back door and set her down. She tried to get past me, but there was no way I was letting her back in.
    “Go get help,” I said. She looked at the door behind me, trying to see Brian through the window. “Macy! Go get help!” I yelled.
    She nodded, tears streaming from her eyes. “What