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Don't Ever Forget Me . . .

Chapter Two

"We should go," Justin stood up quickly and brushed the back of his pants. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay. I wasn't sure why, but I think it was because deep down, there was a part of me that didn't want to forget. Though I knew that I should. After a minute, I stood up as well and walked around. I walked close to the exit, and then I stopped, dead in my tracks. I looked down at my feet, sadly. I knew that this was the exact spot where Mason turned into a wolf . . . forever. From the corner of my eye, I saw Justin. He was too, moping around like he had nothing left to live for. Ugh, why did I feel bad for him? Why couldn't I just tease him about this, like I always do? Pushing my awkward feelings aside, I replied by nodding quickly. I slowly trotted back to Justin, looking around, knowing that I won't be coming back here. Ever. So, I said my goodbyes and took a last glance at the building. And just before Justin flashed us out of the place, I could've sworn I heard the faint howl of a wolf.

We reappeared in the substation, and I counted my blessings that since business has been bad, no one was there to see us magically pop in. I shook my head once to get the dizzy feeling out of my brain, when I saw Mom and Dad staring us down.

"Uh-oh," I said out loud. I glanced from Mom to Dad. Oh, great. They both looked incredibly angry.

I could tell Justin was about to open his mouth to blame it all on me when Dad beat him to it. "Where were you guys . . . ALEX?" Of course, he turned straight to me. I smiled from the side when I quickly found a witty response.

"Why do you all assume that I'm the one that does something bad, huh?" I scoffed, cleverly. They all gave me a look which clearly said, 'You've got to be kidding me.' Okay, it wasn't one of my best cover-ups, but it is true. Everyone always assumes that they know me well enough to make these sad assumptions. It would be nice if someone believed me and thought I was telling the truth, once in a while. Mom instantly knew that this had to do with magic, so she just left the room, what with her hate of magic and all. She threw her hands up in the air, groaned and stormed out, angrily. After she left, Dad gave me one of those looks that he thinks looks like a killer stare, when actually, I've grown kind of fond of it. Though, after a certain amount of minutes, I tend to get bored, so I gave in, as always. "All right, fine." I said in a more serious tone. I sat down at one of the tables and stared at the floor. "We went back to Transylvania."

I could tell Dad was starting to lose it. He stared at me for a second then yelled, "What? Why would you go to the vampire capital of the world . . . again?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy, it's just that . . ." I couldn't finish the sentence. Well, I could but right now, I didn't want to remember. And I didn't want to go back to that dreadful place ever again. I wasn't even sure why I went back there. But I know why thing for sure, I would never go back to that awful place ever again.

"I can't believe Dad grounded you for two weeks."Justin and I both entered the lair, to find Max sitting on the couch playing with his wand. Oh, gosh, is he going to break that thing again? Well, if he did then I suppose Dad would be mad at Max more than me, so in a way it would kind of let me off the hook and . . . perfect!

"I know, right? He is so—hey Justin!" I switched my tone from extremely bored, to extreme thinking. Rather awkward for me, as you're probably thinking. But no, I have a scheme or two hidden up my sleeve. "Mind going to the loft and getting me a glass of water? I'd hate to go in the room and upset Mom, too."

Justin gave me a weird look, but I knew what he was thinking. "Why would Alex care about something like that?" Reluctantly, he forced himself out of the room and I knew that I only had a few minutes. So, I trudged over to Max and put my hand on his shoulder, caringly. He didn't take his eyes off his wand, he just kept inspecting it cautiously. Since he was paying no attention whatsoever to me, I announced, "Hey Max. Uh, what ya got there?" I pointed to his wand, and he finally looked up at me for a second. Then without further ado, he stared respectively, down at it.

"A can of lemonade, what's it look like I got?" Max joked in a sarcastic tone. I can't believe he picked now to be funny. The wizard lesson was going to start in a few minutes, so I had to speed things up.

"Right, right—you know, Dad? Yeah, when I was your age, he always told me to sit on my wand so I could become . . . more comfortable with it. So, I advise you to do the same." Ooh, gosh I hope that was convincing enough. Wait, who am I kidding? This is Max we're talking about.

"Really?" he stood up now. Uh-oh. "Then why didn't Dad tell me this?" oh, why can't he just believe me? Like always. What's wrong with him? Is he sick? Ugh, he must be if he's asking these questions. Thankfully, I'm such a skilled liar that I had enough time to cover this up.

"He would have, I mean, if he had time. But since I'm gr-grounded, he asked me to do it," I stuttered, not sure of what type of point I was making.

Max glared at me for a minute, wondering if he should by it or not. Thankfully, for my sake, he did and he finally did as he was told. "Alex, I- I don't think it's really doing any—" suddenly, he heard the CRACK! Of his wand breaking into two pieces. "Uh-ohh," he muttered, quietly. I laughed in joy, silently and then put on a pouty face. To my ecstasy, Dad walked in at that one perfect moment as Max held up the two pieces of the wand. He face turned from normal I'm mad at Alex, to MAX I'M GOING TO KLL YOU FOR BREAKING YOUR WAND . . . AGAIN! Purrrfect.

I smiled slyly from the side and sighed as I crossed my arms. I plopped myself down on the couch and placed two chips in my mouth, enjoying the moment.

"Max, how could you?" Dad yelled, his facing getting as red as a tomato. He angrily snapped the wand out of Max's hands, and looked at it. He held it like it was something sacred, like it needed to be cherished in some way. He gasped dramatically, then continued, "Again?"

Max looked over at me, doubtfully. But I didn't budge and I didn't say a single word. When he realized he wasn't getting an answer from me, he looked down at his shoes, doubtfully. After a moment he then muttered under his breath, "Sorry, Dad." He looked very disappointed in himself, and now I know what you all are thinking, 'Why doesn't Alex fess up?' or at least, 'Why doesn't Alex feel guilty?' Well, let me answer that. I know there are those little wimpy saps who absolutely cannot handle lying, like . . . like Harper! Then there are the troublemakers, who are always looking for a way to pretend to be the good child in the family, to make themselves look better, like me. This is why I do not technically have a say in this matter.

Dad stared at Max, sympathetically. He knew that Max was feeling pretty bummed about this, but it didn't stop him from punishing him. He grounded Max for exactly two weeks, which should be when his new wand will arrive. So, in conclusion, Max will have no magic for two weeks and will not be allowed out of the house. Hmm . . .

"Alex, wake up!" Justin shook me senseless, causing me to open my eyes slightly. I sleepily checked my clock, as it read 3:04 AM. Ugh, what did my loser older brother possibly want at this late hour, and what did he want so much that he absolutely had to tackle me in my bed . . . oh, um, actually scratch that . . .

I reached over at my bedside lamp and flicked the lights on. I rubbed my eyes a few times and then fixed my ponytail up high. "What do you want?" I snapped, angrily. I yawned once, realizing that I would need to get up in a few hours anyway. Whatever Justin was here for, better be good.

"Alex, come look. Out on the terrace," he said, fixing his hair slightly. He is such a girl sometimes. But some type of anxiety in his tone, made me want to investigate the scene.

I sighed, drowsily and yawned one last time. Ugh, I can't believe he's making me do this. Technically, I did agree but still. I slid the covers off my legs and dragged myself out of my comfort zone. I walked limply down the stairs and slid the terrace door open. To my dismay, there was absolutely nothing there. I seriously hate Justin right now. I turned around and transformed my face from extremely tired to 'I'm going to kill you.' As soon as he noticed this, he widened his big brown eyes and I could tell he was getting scared. And oh yeah, I could do that. "Justin . . ." I walked towards him, my voice in an extremely low tone. I only did this when I was incredibly furious. Every time I took a step forward, he took a reluctant step back.

"Okay, I know there's nothing there now but, here me out, okay?" he asked as if he was begging me not to chop his head off.

I sighed, getting more annoyed by the minute. And then I muttered, "Fine. What?"

"All right, when I was out here before, 'cause Dad asked me to water the plants, I saw a wolf." Justin looked me directly in the eyes and I let out a tiny gasp.

"No, Justin," I said, taking another big breath. "No."

"Alex, I swear. Now, I don't want to get involved or anything but—"

"Just stop it!" I interrupted him, screaming. I realized I was getting hysterical, all of a sudden. "Gosh, I can't believe you would do this!" I turned around. I just couldn't look at him right now. I wasn't sure if he was lying to play a prank on me, or if he was actually serious. Why can't he just leave me alone, and why can't I just forget?

"Alex, I'm not doing anything, you have to believe me. Look at me," he demanded. But I remained staring down at the city. This frustrated him, so this time he yelled, "Look at me!" he took my arm and turned me around to face him. "Why would I lie about something like this?"

I looked at the door and then glanced at Justin, briefly. "Why not? You're a liar?"

"Okay, now you're confusing me with you."

I scoffed, still in disbelief that he just said that.

When I didn't answer, he said, "You know something that I don't . . . don't you?" he asked me. I can't believe he figured it out.

I sighed, deeply, containing myself in my own thoughts. I cleared my throat and looked him straight in the eyes. "All right, fine." I sat down on the chair, grumpily. "I know a way to bring them back."

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