Hold Tight tes-2

by Cherie Colyer

  “You weren’t weird,” I replied to be nice, because he had been totally American Psycho.

  An awkward silence followed. Kaylee and I exchanged a Now what? glance. He took a drag on his cigarette.

  “Aren’t you worried about getting busted for smoking on school property?” Kaylee asked.

  He took another puff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from us when he exhaled. “I don’t go to this school.”

  “Then why are you here?” I hiked my backpack higher on my shoulder while trying not to spill my latte.

  Kaylee cocked her head to the side, obviously as curious to know the answer to that question as I was.

  “I’m waiting for someone. You?”

  “Ah, we go here,” Kaylee said.

  Before I could ask who he was waiting for, the first bell rang, warning us we had four minutes to make it to class.

  Kaylee grabbed my wrist. “Come on! Chapin will kill us if we’re late.”

  “We gotta go,” I told Creepy Dude as Kaylee pulled me into the flow of students rushing to class.

  “By the way,” Kaylee said, “I didn’t pick up any longing vibes coming from him, so you might have been right this time.”

  “Told you.”

  After school, I met Isaac at the double doors leading to the student parking lot. We picked Chase up from the sitter’s and headed to my house. Chase was thrilled when Isaac came inside instead of dropping us off like he usually did.

  “It smells good in here,” Isaac commented. He draped his jacket over the back of the couch.

  “Thanks.” I breathed in, loving the aroma of cherry blossoms and fresh-cut grass that filled my senses. Having a member of the Summer Court visiting had its benefits.

  Chase grabbed Isaac’s hand and tugged. “Let’s play!”

  “I don’t know. What’d you have in mind?” Isaac winked at me as he let himself be dragged to the toy box in the family room.

  “Crash-up Derby!”

  “Only if I get the red Ferrari,” Isaac replied.

  The last time Isaac had played cars with Chase, they’d used the mantle as their launch pad. Chase let go of Isaac and dug the bright orange tracks from his toy box.

  I mouthed the words thank you and headed to the kitchen to start dinner. I had just finished arranging a package of chicken quarters in a baking dish when a wrapped piece of candy next to the bowl of fruit caught my eye. It looked a lot like the hazelnut truffles Dad bought, except the foil was a brilliant shade of fuchsia and didn’t have the name Lindor stamped all over it. Starving, I unwrapped it and popped the round chunk of chocolate into my mouth.

  As soon as I bit down, a creamy center burst from inside and dissolved on my tongue. It tasted like powdered-sugar snowflakes, if that was even possible, and had a slightly nutty aftertaste. It was amazing. I searched for another piece, emptying the bowl of fruit when I didn’t find any more on the counter. Disappointed that it had been the last one, I seasoned the chicken and slid it into the oven before joining Isaac and Chase.

  Around five, Isaac said bye to Chase and grabbed his keys.

  “You sure you won’t stay for dinner?” I asked.

  “Can’t. I have to help my father tonight.”

  He snaked an arm around my waist. I barely had time to pull my powers in before his lips were on mine. He started with tender nibbles before covering my mouth with his. Our tongues mingled. I wrapped my arms around his neck and savored the moment, which lasted exactly twenty-one seconds—two seconds short of our best time. I wondered if Isaac had been counting too.

  When our lips parted, he smiled slyly and asked, “Was that spontaneous enough for you?”

  “It was perfect.” I grinned from ear to ear.

  “Good night.” His lips skimmed mine one last time and left.

  I closed the front door. With my hand still on the handle and my back against the wall, I giggled. I’d been right. All the planning and concentrating had made it so that I couldn’t control my powers more than a few seconds. Maybe if Isaac hadn’t broken our kiss we would have set a new record.

  The timer on the oven buzzed. I pushed off the wall and hurried to check dinner. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of bright blue peeking out from behind the bowl of fruit. I picked up the candy wondering how I had missed it earlier and then quickly thought, Who cares?

  My mouth watered in anticipation of the tantalizing treat. I twisted the end of the cellophane wrapper and took the time to actually see what I was eating. The milk chocolate had a fancy crimson S written on top of it in what looked like hardened raspberry jam. I took a tentative bite. The center was a pale sky blue that melted as soon as the air hit it. Iridescent azure liquid dripped on my fingertips, so I licked it off. “Mmm,” I purred as warmth spread through me, trickling down my throat. This piece had more of a fruity taste to it. I ate the second half and made a mental note to ask Dad where he’d gotten it from so I could pick up more.

  During dinner, I could have sworn I heard a flute playing the same song Brea had been humming while she’d cleaned. But if she was there, I was sure I’d see her now that finishing the spell had granted me Faerie Sight.

  The melody went on for over an hour, then stopped as abruptly as it had begun.

  I never did figure out what it was.

  Chapter 6

  Bonfire

  “How many people did Josh say were invited?” I asked as Kaylee and I drove slowly by Ben’s house. Cars lined the narrow two-lane street, and judging by the music coming from somewhere behind the houses, I guessed Ben had set up speakers for the occasion.

  “Word must have gotten out that his parents aren’t home,” Kaylee replied.

  “There’s Isaac’s Jeep.” I pointed to our right. “Can you squeeze in front of him?”

  “Not a problem.” Kaylee pulled nose-first into the small spot and parked cockeyed with one tire against the curb.

  I glanced over my shoulder. Only the fender of her car stuck out past the Jeep. “That’ll work,” I said as I unbuckled and got out.

  Kaylee pulled the hood of her white ski jacket over her knit hat. I silently thanked my dad for insisting I take a scarf and wear my furry boots and not my sneakers. He’d said a cold front was coming. I think it had arrived.

  “Temperature really dropped. The party better be inside,” Kaylee commented through chattering teeth.

  “Doubtful. Ben’s parents would kill him if something got broken. Let’s hope that burning wood we smell is their fire pit.”

  “Do we go inside the house or around back?”

  When we reached the driveway, we saw that Sarah’s blue Chevy Cobalt was parked behind Ben’s pickup truck. A sheet of computer paper had been taped to the garage door—a large black arrow pointed to the side of the house.

  “Guess we go this way.” I looped my arm through Kaylee’s and steered us toward the walkway.

  The backyard was huge compared to the front. A group of guys stood huddled together near a tall outdoor heater on the patio. Not far from them, five girls sat around a table, deep in conversation. I recognized two of them from my gym class. There were other small groups of people dotting the yard, braving the forty-degree night. Kaylee and I wove through the party, looking for the guys. We said hi to several of our friends, stopping just long enough to see what they were up to. Someone told us Isaac and Josh had left on a chip run.

  We spotted Sarah sitting on one of three concrete benches near a large fire pit, chatting adamantly with Lauren Richards and Natalie Parker. Kaylee and I paused. We’d forgiven Lauren and Natalie for their part in what had happened in the fall, mainly because they hadn’t known what an evil psycho bitch they’d gotten mixed up with. Now, had they intentionally dabbled in dark magic and knowingly hexed my friends and me, I would have made sure they had adjoining rooms at the funny farm, but they hadn’t, and they’d stopped hanging out with the person who had—Emma—the moment they’d realized what she was. Forgiving them didn’t mean I wanted to be
come best buds, though.

  “Looks like Sarah has someone to talk to,” Kaylee whispered. “I bet we could duck out of here and no one would notice.”

  “We promised Sarah we’d stop by, and we talked Josh and Isaac into coming,” I reminded her, though I could tell by the way she kept glancing longingly over her shoulder that she would have been okay with texting Josh to tell him there was a change of plans. “Come on,” I said before she convinced herself that leaving was the better option.

  “Hi,” I said to Sarah as I picked up a skewer.

  “You made it!” She jumped up and gave us each a hug.

  We waved hello to Natalie and Lauren before taking a seat on Sarah’s opposite side.

  “Hey,” Lauren replied.

  Natalie held out a bag of marshmallows. I took off my glove so I could grab one.

  “Where’s Mark?” I asked Sarah, wondering if he’d left with the guys to get chips.

  “He’s helping Ben with the keg. Tapper’s jammed or something.” She pointed toward the house, where several guys huddled around a metal trash can. Upon squinted-eye inspection, I could see the silver keg through the legs of onlookers. A dark figure stood not too far from the excitement.

  “Ten o’clock,” I whispered to Kaylee. “That guy we saw yesterday is here.”

  He stood in the shadows, smoking a cigarette. Sarah, Natalie, and Lauren pivoted in their seats to see who I was talking about.

  “He came,” Natalie squealed.

  Lauren nudged her. “Go talk to him.”

  “You know him?” I asked.

  “We met him at school, and she asked him to the party,” Lauren informed us.

  Natalie spun back around so that she was facing Kaylee and me. I could tell she was trying to play it cool.

  “Well, are you going to invite him over?” Kaylee asked.

  “I couldn’t.” She bit her bottom lip, giving me the impression that was exactly what she wanted to do, but now that he was there, she had a case of shyness. “Is he still watching us?”

  Sarah nodded. “He’s hot.”

  “If you won’t go ask him to join us, I will.” I hopped up and pretended I didn’t hear her protest. Sarah and Kaylee giggled as Lauren told Natalie to let me go.

  The frozen grass crunched under my boots as I cut across the lawn. Mystery Guy’s gaze met mine. For a moment, I would have sworn I saw his pupils flash bright red, but when I blinked, they were as dark as the night. He’d been taking a drag from his cigarette, which had to have been the glow I’d seen.

  “We meet again,” I said.

  He blew smoke out the side of his mouth. A fleeting smile passed over his lips. “Maybe it’s fate.”

  “I don’t believe in fate.” That wasn’t entirely true, though I had never really given the subject much thought. “Do you know Ben?” I asked instead of saying, My friend is drooling over the sight of you.

  “Through his brother, yeah. We’ve been hanging out more since Dan left for school.”

  Ben’s brother, Dan, had gotten a full basketball scholarship at some big college.

  “Want to join us?” I gestured toward our little group with my thumb. “Natalie’s sitting with us,” I added just in case he hadn’t recognized her under the purple hat.

  He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Thanks, but I actually came because Natalie and I have a mutual friend. I don’t think I’ll be staying long.”

  “Oh.” Natalie was going to be crushed. “Your friend’s not here, I take it?” I knew that feeling; I started to think Isaac and Josh were peeling potatoes and baking the chips themselves.

  “No.”

  “I’m Madison, by the way.”

  “Caden. It’s nice to meet you, Madison.”

  He went to flick his cigarette into the landscape stones.

  “Don’t do that.” When his gaze met mine, I said, “You could start the bushes on fire.” I held out my hand. “Give it to me. I’ll toss it in the bonfire.”

  He smiled, and with a shake of his head, he bent down and snuffed out the end of the cigarette. Next, he dropped the butt into my hand. “Thanks.”

  A loud cheer erupted to my right. The group of people around the keg exchanged high-fives and pats on the back as Ben filled a red plastic cup with beer.

  “Looks like they got the tap working,” I commented and stuffed the spent cigarette into the pocket of my jacket, planning to get rid of it when I joined my friends.

  Caden didn’t seem to hear me. His attention had been turned toward the fire pit.

  I glanced over my shoulder to find my friends staring at us. Kaylee held her phone up like she’d been taking pictures. I felt like I was in junior high all over again and I’d lost the coin toss to see who would go talk to the cute guy to find out if he was available. That wasn’t too far from the truth. My cheeks warmed with embarrassment.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to meet everyone?” I asked.

  “Another time.”

  Considering he had hoped to hook up with someone other than Natalie, who had invited him to the party in the first place, his reply didn’t surprise me. I tilted my head to the side and shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

  He inclined his head as if to say, I will.

  I pointed with my thumb toward my friends. “I’d better get back before they think I ditched them. I’ll tell Natalie you said hi.”

  “See you around, Madison.”

  I gave a half-wave and headed back to the bench. At one point, I thought I felt someone brush up against my arm, but when I spun around, no one was close to me.

  “Join me,” a guy whispered.

  I looked toward the house. Kyle Wesley and his jock friends tapped their plastic cups together and cheered. I shook my head, sure the whisper had come from their group. I made it within a few feet from Kaylee and the others when a cold breeze kissed the back of my neck. I tugged my jacket tighter around me.

  “Did he ask about me?” Natalie asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. With her round face and short-cropped hair, she reminded me of the pixies in Mrs. Addington’s grimoire. She obviously hoped to be Caden’s next girlfriend, and I couldn’t find it in me to tell her he was looking for someone else.

  “He told me to say hello, but he couldn’t stay.”

  “Oh.” That one word held a world of disappointment.

  Lauren pulled the marshmallows she’d been toasting out of the flames and said encouragingly, “Go talk to him.”

  “Yeah!” Sarah chimed in. “He probably wants you all to himself.”

  I racked my brain for a nice way to say Caden wasn’t interested in her that way, but the words didn’t come quickly enough.

  Natalie jumped up. “I think I will.”

  I glanced toward the corner of the house where Caden had been, but he was gone. His absence didn’t discourage Natalie, though. She sprinted around the side of the house right as Isaac and Josh walked over to us.

  “Someone’s in a hurry,” Josh commented. He had two red plastic cups of beer, one of which he held out to Kaylee. She snapped a quick picture of him before dropping her phone into her purse and taking the drink.

  “She’s off to chase Prince Charming,” Lauren said between blows on her marshmallow.

  “What does that mean?” Isaac handed me a cup and sat behind me, his legs straddling my hips.

  I loved the feeling of his warmth. “Nothing. She’ll be right back.”

  “Pork rind?” he offered.

  “No, thanks.” I held up the skewer to show him my hands were full.

  Kaylee set her cup down and held her marshmallows over the flames. “Are there any graham crackers?”

  “Where were you when we made the list for the store?” Sarah asked.

  Showing up fashionably late, I thought, but Sarah already knew that.

  Natalie came back and plopped down between Lauren and Sarah. “Missed him.”

  “I still think he’s your secret admirer,” Lauren said.

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�You have a secret admirer?” But I knew it wasn’t Caden, unless he’d been at school and at Ben’s house because he did like Natalie. He could have seen her surrounded by people he didn’t know and made up the story about having a mutual friend. After all, who would want to announce they’re someone’s secret admirer in front of a bunch of strangers? Dying to know the details, I said, “Well, don’t just sit there grinning. Spill!”

  “Someone left her a bouquet of wildflowers and a box of chocolates,” Lauren said.

  All dreamy-eyed, Natalie cooed, “The candy was heavenly.”

  “That is sooo romantic,” Kaylee said before stuffing a toasted marshmallow into her mouth.

  “Did he leave a note?” I asked. “We might recognize his handwriting.”

  Natalie shook her head. “Not yet.”

  “That’s dumb,” Josh scoffed. “How is a girl supposed to know a guy’s interested in her if he’s too much of a wuss to include a card?” He paused. “Or for that matter, what kind of wuss chooses to be a secret admirer instead of just walking up and asking a girl out?”

  Kaylee scowled at Josh. Then she turned to Natalie and said, “Don’t listen to him.”

  Sarah chimed in, “I bet he’s testing the water. You know, to see if you’re interested. You should totally put the flowers near a window so he knows you liked them.”

  Isaac let out a disbelieving grunt. “If the guy is hanging outside her house, he’s a stalker and she should lock her doors and windows.”

  I elbowed him in the ribs and whispered, “Don’t ruin her fun.”

  “How’s a guy hanging outside someone’s home a good thing?” he replied just as quietly.

  “They didn’t say he was doing that.” I rolled my eyes. Guys just didn’t get the whole mysterious-romance thing.

  “That’s a great idea,” Natalie replied to Sarah’s suggestion.

  Natalie and Lauren speculated on who besides Caden might be Natalie’s secret admirer. Sarah, Kaylee, and I added our two cents as the different guys were mentioned. Josh and Isaac held their own side conversation about football and cars. When Mark joined our little group, Natalie and Lauren went to chat with Kyle and his friends. Around eleven, Kaylee and I decided to call it a night. Josh and Isaac followed us to the car.