Destiny's Dark Fantasy Boxed Set (Eight Book Bundle)

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  “Yeah,” I agreed.

  I looked down at Jade. “He mentioned you too.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Garcia is keeping track of us. Somebody blabbed and now he knows we're fighting. He knows about Jade's dad, Brett's family, that they live in the same neighborhood...” I trailed off.

  A cop's interest in our lives couldn't be a good thing, whatever angle you look from.

  “We need to get the twins off our backs, at least distract them.” John shrugged, his palms outstretched, what else could we do?

  Jade restated the facts, “I sure don't like Garcia being this interested in our lives.”

  Yeah, ditto.

  We stood in the warm sunlight, thinking about it.

  John broke the heavy silence, “I guess there isn't much more we can do. The plan's set, Jonesy will never back down and it would make things way worse if we didn't meet Brett and Carson. They'll think we're cowards if we don't, un.bear.a.ble.” John enunciated each syllable, like a guillotine to the head. I smiled, visualizing.

  “Right. I hear that, but everyone knows what I think,” Jade said.

  We had to be brutal with Carson and Brett, so we could be free from their daily crap. She'd handle it differently.

  “We know, but trust us, if there was an easier way to shut those two down, we'd have done it. Some guys need a two-by-four to the head before they understand we aren't tolerating their bullshit.”

  Jade's mind-wheels were turning. “I'll be there.”

  That's my girl. I almost did a fist bump with John but played it cool.

  John smirked, he saw my thinly veiled glee. We were trying to survive until Tuesday.

  That reminded me! “I get the dog on Tuesday,” I blurted out.

  John said, “Wow, I didn't think that was gonna happen!”

  “Me either, but the Parental Unit caved! They think I've been traumatized by this whole AFTD thing... so, I get him!”

  “Have you been 'traumatized'?” Jade asked with a trace of sarcasm.

  “Yeah... really, really bad. And I'm gonna need a lot of sympathy and attention.” I looked down at her with a perfectly straight face.

  She looked up at me, her face breaking into a full grin. “Good luck with that.”

  John started howling,slapping his knee. “Yeah, that was priceless, you traumatized, yeah right!”

  I was miffed. I mean, what if I had, ya know, been traumatized?

  My face stiffened. That made John howl louder and traitor that she was, Jade joined in. And where-the-hell was the unspoken girlfriend-boyfriend code of honor? As if things couldn't get any funnier, Jonesy walked up.

  “What's so funny?”

  John and Jade were in the throes of laughter, at my expense, I thought moodily. I turned to Jonesy and said, “They don't think I've suffered a trauma.”

  “What... you? Hell, no! You're the man, you don't need sympathy for anything.” Jonesy looked around for support but John and Jade were busy busting a gut.

  “What's with them?” Jonesy jerked his thumb at the offending duo.

  “I don't know,” I huffed. They quieted themselves down to a couple of random hiccups, then looked at each other and another hysterical bubble of laughter escaped.

  Jonesy looked perplexed.

  “You had to be here, I guess,” I said... or not, narrowing my eyes and giving them the look they deserved.

  Jade and John finally managed to quit laughing. While we walked away, I filled Jonesy in on the whole cop-showing-up-at-the-school thing.

  Jonesy said, “That's easy for him to say. It's not his ass during school catching crap all the time.”

  He had a point. Maybe Garcia was okay, but I wasn't trusting anyone right now. I told them and we agreed that Garcia was just another thing to worry about.

  Enough with the gloom, I shook it off with an effort, it was Friday! Time for Jade to meet The Parents.

  “You guys want to come and hang at the house?” I asked.

  Jade hesitated for a second, “I guess I have to meet your parents sometime, huh?”

  “They're great! Ali makes the best food,” Jade looked at him like a bug, but typical Jonesy he kept talking, unawares, “...and Kyle is pretty cool.”

  John watched the interplay, having whipped out his pulse and gotten hold of one of his parents. “I can.”

  The rest of us joined in a silent pulse parade of contacting respective parents and Aunt Andrea.

  Everybody could.

  I wondered how Jonesy had managed to get his pulse back early?

  “It's not mine,” he said by way of explanation.

  Just then Alex walked up to our small group with palm extended. Jonesy turned and gave the pulse to Alex, who ran his thumb over it, blanking it.

  “I borrowed Alex's pulse for ten minutes.”

  “Couldn't live without it?” I asked.

  “Dude! It's been diabolical without it; pure torture!”

  Jade rolled her eyes.

  John came over to Alex, who was where I was a couple of months ago, short. He looked like a sixth grader masquerading as eighth and asked how he managed that.

  “I did a delayed ID protocol.”

  John was enthralled. We'd never get away once John started talking tech with another tech-freak.

  “How?” John asked.

  “See here,” Alex pulled out his pulse and after a quick thumb-pass, he thought: settings: then; timer/ID,“... after that, there's only three different timed settings to choose from.”

  Bor-ing, I thought.

  John was nodding, obviously feeling it.

  “John,” I said, breaking up the tech-fest.

  John looked over, let's go, I mouthed.

  He turned back to Alex. “I want to know more but I gotta book.”

  Alex gave John a mock salute and we headed to my house. Geeks, I thought, not without admiration.

  I walked with my hand entwined with Jade's and noticed Jonesy was keeping an unusual silence.

  Just when I thought he had to be sick or something he said, “Heard it's gonna rain this weekend.”

  John stopped and looked at him. He threw his hands up in the air at a perfect sky. He looked at Jonesy again. “From this to rain?

  “Yeah, man. My mom is totally into NOAA, she keeps up on the weather. She says, and he swung his butt around, making airquotes, “... that a 'system' is moving in.”

  John was nodding. “That means the barometric pressure should be dropping soon, giving rise to storms.”

  Wow, that sounded creepily adult like. I told him and he smiled.

  “It'll just make things more dumb for Sunday,”John said.

  Duh, Pacific Northwest, it's an obligation to rain here.

  “Oh, I don't know, maybe Carson's gonna have to stick his head further in that pipe. Too bad it can't work in a toilet.” Jonesy contemplated the logistics of making some kind of toilet episode happen with the jackass twins. Finally, he waved that thread of conjecture away and got back on topic. “Doesn't matter. He will still get his, rain or shine,” Jonesy said with finality.

  Nothing derailed Jonesy.

  Jade had been quiet, she didn't just talk to hear herself. We started walking again, a light breeze bringing fresh smells, somewhere between warm earth and floral. Jade would like our deck with the lilac bushes in bloom. The Js wouldn't care as long as mom was the food-bearer and Fridays meant pizza.

  We turned off the main road, making a left into my neighborhood. We passed the swampy stand of trees where the bench stood, my house was last in a row of about eight. I could just make out the arches. A false street lay on the north side, where a fence stretched right behind our backyard, running the entire length of our neighborhood. We walked through the atrium.

  Jade paused, looking around. I forgot, she'd never seen our house. I looked around, taking it in from her perspective. A Japanese Maple spread its delicate canopy over the pebbled cement walkway, umbrella-like, its shady green leaves translucent with fi
ery red veining. All around, flower beds burst with shade loving plants, ferns, Hostas and Astilbe.

  Jade looked over at me, her face alight. The Js looked like they would sleep as they stood there, but God love 'em, they were waiting it out. Now that was true friendship.

  “What is this?” she asked, gently running her hand over an Astilbe that sat like a purple feather on top of its delicate leaves.

  “An Astilbe,” I answered.

  The Js made kissy faces at me behind Jade's back. Jonesy made the knife to the wrist motion, This meant morgue, he had explained at one point, whereas horizontal meant hospital. What a dumb ass. Not helpful.

  Mom saved everyone from the flower worship situation by opening the door. “This must be Jade.”

  “Hi Mrs. Hart.” Jade smiled back.

  “Oh no, please don't, I look around for Kyle's mom when someone calls me that. Just Ali, nice to meet you.”

  “You too.”

  Mom was pretty good at avoiding awkward turtle moments. “Hey guys, I made banana bread today.”

  The Js looked at her as if she were an angel. They raced into the house, shoving each other out of the way as they went. Mom and Jade rolled their eyes, laughing.

  I cut up four pieces for each of us. It never occurred to me that Jade wouldn't like banana bread and I slathered butter over hers and mine. Jade looked at the slab and didn't seem sure what to do with all of it. It looked about the right size.

  Mom saw the whole thing and stepped in. “Here,” she took the small, fish-shaped plate, cutting the bread in half, “this may be a little more manageable.”

  How do girls stay alive? A mystery for another day.

  Mom said, “You guys go get your crumbs all over the place outside, eh?”

  “Good idea, Mom,” I said with a tone.

  “Do you have a tone, Caleb?”

  How do parents always hear a tone?

  “No, we're pretty neat, is all.”

  Mom looked at me as if us being neat was an impossibility. I grabbed the gallon of milk from the fridge and told John to get some cups. Like a good minion, he went straight over to the dishwasher he knew the drill, but Mom stopped him. “Those are still hot, just get some cups out of the cabinet.” Switching gears, he snagged four cups from the cabinet.

  We sat on our deck which was bordered by a built-in bench. Jade pulled a lilac branch close to her, its flowers so deep a violet they looked bruised, smelling its powdery sweetness. The Js were inhaling their banana bread but Jade was taking little bites of hers. Her awe at our small patch of garden told me that she didn't have anything like it.

  Jonesy was licking the crumbs off his fingers when I realized what I'd missed! I told everyone to hold on a sec, running inside to get a napkin, but Mom had one in her hand.

  I winked. “No youngheimer's for you Mom.”

  She frowned.

  Alzheimer's was that freakish disease old farts got that caused their brains to turn to mush or was that mad cow? I don't know, I liked to use the non-politically correct terms to get Mom worked up. I could see her steaming in the kitchen, thinking about all the old people I had made fun of.

  Jade smiled, taking the napkin and using it to wipe her mouth and hands. John wiped his hands on his jeans which was what I normally did. Jade saved me from these dire choices by handing me the other napkin. I looked back at Mom, pretty sly.

  A movie would be great. My pulse said four-forty-nine, pretty close to supper.

  “Mom,” I bellowed.

  Mom cracked the window open. “Caleb, I loathe yelling, as you well know, come in here or next to the window.”

  I sighed, getting up and closing the distance. “Can everybody stay for supper and watch a movie on pulsevision?”

  Before she could respond I asked, “Wait, what's for supper?” Not all my friends were gonna like some fish thing.

  “What day is this?” Mom asked matter-of-factly.

  “Ah... Friday.”

  Oh... duh. “Pizza,” I said, answering my own question.

  Jonesy, always a good one for hearing anything food-related shouted, “Pizza!” double-fisting his excitement in the air.

  Mom looked over at him then back at me, that's settled. I told everyone to pulse the world and see if it was cool. Once again, everyone jerked out their pulses and after a few silent minutes of thoughts, the pulses were tucked away for the night.

  ****

  The movie was righteous with zombies chasing everyone around (the irony was not lost on me, the Js giving me sly looks), the heroes saved the world and fell in love. Jade liked the love story and the rest of us guys were diggin' on the gore. The parents allowed four Pay-for-Pulse movies per month. It wasn't too expensive. It was a little like the Netflix fad that mailed (unbelievable) people movies and video games back around when I was born. It all seems like a lot of work to me.

  Mom made two pizzas and all that was left were a couple of crusts. Jade had one slice and we feasted on the rest, re-feasting once a few well-concealed burps made additional room. She'd set out a ginormous bowl of popcorn and we all got special, bottled root beer. A perfect night.

  Dad popped his head inside the door right in the middle of The Quintessential Zombie Moment where it gets an arm torn off and uses it to beat the tar out of an enemy. Impervious to pain, zombies!

  He shook his head, backing out.

  The parents weren't big zombie fans.

  Finally, the night had to end. All of us were rubbing our eyes and trying not to show how tired we were. The Js took off together and Jade and I stood at the door. I didn't like her walking home by herself but didn't know if she liked being independent and would be pissed and stuff?

  I asked anyway, “Do you want me to walk you home?”

  “Nah, you don't have to.”

  Well... okay, huh.

  “Is it okay? Or do you really not want me to?”

  “It's okay,” she said with a small grin.

  Ah-huh, so she dug it. Girl-speak was sorta hard to figure out, definitely a learned skill.

  The parents told me to take my pulse. I held it up, its metallic black exterior glinting under the porch light.

  Jade's neighborhood was a fifteen minute walk one way to the East Hill area. Most of the houses were seventy-five years old, built in the 1950s. They were in various states of disrepair. Looking around, it was a little depressing. There were crappy looking junipers on the edge of decaying lawns, outlawed now unless they were grandfathered.

  Mom was a big one for the No-Lawns Act that was passed; mental eye-roll. Don't even get started with the Indigenous Plants Proposal.

  Walking deeper into the rows of houses, my sense of foreboding came on line. Jade's mouth made a little “O”.

  “You feel that?” she asked.

  “I feel something.”

  I sure wasn't needing anything besides the AFTD.

  “Don't worry, it's probably me, spilling on you.”

  “Spilling?” I quizzed.

  “Yeah, sometimes when Sophie and me hang, I can 'leak' some of the stuff I pick up onto her. She says it's major creepy.”

  Okay. “Why do you feel...” I struggled here, not wanting to sound dumb, but thinking the adult words my parents used might sound weird, “... anxious?” There, better than foreboding.

  “Anxious?” she giggled.

  My lip jutted out, I did pretty good with that. She saw my semi-pout, putting her hand over her mouth, stifling more insensitive giggling.

  I frowned. “You've been laughing at me a lot today.”

  “Oh come on, Caleb, you can be really funny!”

  Yeah, hilarious.

  She began to slow in front of an especially gross house. Paint peeled like ribbons of decay off the trim. Once white, it was now a grim shade of bone-gray. The lawn, if you could call it that, started from some underground place near the house which teemed with a riot of overgrown bushes and became one with the sidewalk. It was a dirty brown, somewhere between poop and mud. Stra
nge mounds of dirt were sprinkled all over it like big pimples in an ugly face.

  “This is Brett's house,” Jade said quietly.

  Oh. I didn't really know what to say. The thought that it looked like an unhappy, lonely place did cross my mind. I couldn't help but compare it to my house. The atrium, backyard and the comfort smells of my home seemed like a dim light, shining a mill on miles away when faced with this.

  We heard raised voices.

  Jade grabbed my hand. “Quick, hide!”

  I whipped my head around looking for a spot but she knew right where to go and dragged me to an overgrown hedge that we hid behind. Our sides were pressed together, eyes peering forward, seeing only silhouettes.

  A booming male voice was screaming words, bad ones. The F-bomb was flying, with some accuracy. Jade flinched each time an “F” flew.

  “You worthless turd. You wouldn't know sense if it knocked your dumb teeth out. Get the fuck outta here.”

  I saw Brett, I assumed it was him, he was shorter than the monster that stood opposite him.

  “Don't hit mom!” Brett screamed. Even through the hedge I could see that his fists were clenched, definitely a Mason family theme. Hell, the dad was beating on the mom?

  The dad raised his fist up and I knew he was gonna clock Brett, and I just couldn't not do anything.

  Jade grabbed me. “No don't,” she begged.

  I shook my head. I couldn't stand cowards. He'd have to beat my ass too. In that moment I didn't care that it was Brett. The whispering that was always there grew in volume and a dull, static roar filled my head. It felt good, throbbing with my heartbeat.

  “Stay here,” I told Jade, never turning.

  She watched me clear the hedge as Brett's dad's fist connected square with Brett's chest. It made a meaty thumping sound, Brett staggering back. The dad came right after him with purpose.

  Brett was making alarming wheezing sounds, trying to recapture air that had been knocked out.

  “Hey!” I yelled, startling them both.

  Brett turned toward me, still wheezing, arms flailing, the elder Mason with a comical expression of surprise.

  He recovered with a wonderful, “Who the fuck are you?” in a snarl.

  Ignoring his question, saying more calmly than I felt, “You're not supposed to be beating on people.”