HOLA!! Wazzup my peoples?
Yeah, I know that it took really long to post this next chapter, but I'm up to an inch above my head in school work, and singing stuff, and other assorted evil things that are trying to kill me before I reach college. BUT I LIVE!!!
Although I am a bit burnt out since yesterday was the big winter concert for my school and I somewhat sang myself into oblivion. I mean, I am abnormally tired. And I am NEVER tired. I'm sort of like the energizer bunny. With coffee running through my veins. Honestly, my friends have all vowed to never let me have any sort of coffee, because I would immediately cause the apocalypse.
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Skittles31 approaches a small cup of seemingly harmless liquid and begins to drink. As she takes the first gulp, she immediately begins to bounce on the balls of her feet so fast that she becomes a blur to both the human and the vampire eyes. Her pupils dilate, and a maniac grin spreads over her face. Then, to every single living being's horror, she disappears completely, almost as if she Apparated.
There is a flash of light, a loud crashing noise, and then the world goes dark.
A few moments later, the sun comes back on, now cracked straight down the middle, and complete chaos is seen on the face of the Earth. It is desolate, and looks surprisingly similar to how the ground would look if a bomb had been dropped. A very, very, VERY large bomb.
On a pile of absolute junk, Skittles31 suddenly reappears, the maniac grin still on her face. She surveys the landscape for a few moments, and then begins to bounce again, the grin somehow managing to still grow bigger. "LET'S DO THAT AGAIN!"
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And that, my dear readers, is why even in the most sleep-deprived of situations, I am never allowed to have coffee. Seeing as I sort of already have it flowing through my veins where my blood should be.
And now that that little tip to avoiding the apocalypse has been shared with the world, I post chapter 29 of DANCING WITH FIRE!!
Disclaimer: Still nothing on this front. -le sigh-
Claimer: You die if you if you touch Val. Or Demon. Or Kami. Or the Refugees. Or Val's Flock. Just remember that.
And now, ON WITH THE STORY!!!
--Max POV--
"I love school, Max! I honestly don't know why you didn't want to come back! I love it here! I'm getting popular, and all the teachers are really nice. And, most importantly, the boys are all sort of gorgeous. I mean, really, I never knew that normal, non- genetically altered guys were all this hot! Is that, like, the common default that all male babies have? Grow into a really cute teenage boy?
"I mean, take that really hot guy who sits across from me in Algebra second period. He is one smoking piece of male! Max, if we find Val, do we have to leave immediately after that? Can we stay here? Please? I mean, I already made three friends, and I actually like this school more than the one in Virginia. But I hated that one because there was the entire thing about how Anne was really evil and we were worried about finding our parents and then there was the thing with Fang and that girl, umm, what'serface, Lissa, that you really hated. A lot. And that was just really bad, since I've only seen you hate Erasers with that much fury. I didn't like her either, she didn't seem like Fang's ty—"
"Nu—Monique! Stop talking before my ear falls off, please," Mira said, pretending to keel over in pain holding her ears as we walked into the cafeteria. Meanwhile, I was still trying to figure out what the hell Nudge had said, seeing as it all passed by in a matter of maybe seven seconds.
Yeah, Fang had managed to convince me to let the kids go back to school. I was now stuck in a basic hell hole with people asking me all sorts of questions that I really didn't want to answer and being forced to learn things that would be of no help to me if I ever came face to face with, say, the Director. Or Brigid Dwyer.
Fang, Demon and I had been shopping for the massive amounts of food required to keep thirteen growing bird children happy and not starving when Fang had brought up the topic of our less- than- perfect education. And that was when it all went down hill for me.
-Memory-
"We're going to school, Max," Fang sprung on me when I was reaching for the potato chips in the snack aisle. I nearly dropped them in response to his almost command, but quickly went back into "I-am-the-leader-and-you-are-the-second-in-command.-You-do-not-tell-me-what-our-next-move-is-going-to-be" mode.
"Excuse me, but we aren't staying in one place for an entire year. Think, Fang. We have to keep moving to make sure that Itex doesn't track us." I reasoned, putting the chips into the cart again.
Fang blinked once, which in Fang means, "You are listening to me, Maximum. And you are going to listen, whether you like it or not." Only Fang can fit that much into a single blink. And then he started again. "Max, we have to look for Val. We can't just crash wherever and expect Val to magically appear."
Remember how I said that as Fang got older, the alpha male bird genes took action? This was one of those times when he kept trying to take action and say what our next move would be. I hated when these moments came, because Fang, I hate to admit, had a point.
Like I would ever tell him that, though. Max Ride does not go down without a fight,-- If she even goes down at all,-- or admit that she's wrong. It's one of those things that will never happen, and if it does, you should all be in safe houses trying to save yourself from the end of the world.
Then, I made the mistake of looking at his face while trying to tell him that I was the one who was right. But he was giving me the "Male ego stare". Oh, please, not this again.
"Max, it won't be anything like Virginia," Fang murmured, and was it just me, or were his eyes smoldering?
Instantly, my mind shot back to the Red Headed Wonder, and a small pang went off in my stomach. At the thought of her, I tried to turn back to the shopping cart, the bitterness and scowl already settling into place. She was Satan with that frickin' fiery hair on her head.
Fang would not let me turn away from him. His eyes smoldered a little more, and even though I really wished that I could, I found myself unable to look away. Brilliant time to freeze up, Max.
"Umm, either of you done making bedroom eyes at each other?" Demon interrupted, and I immediately turned away, busying myself with the shopping cart and making sure that everything was in the right place. My cheeks were reddening. Damn it, Fang, stop it.
"We weren't making bedroom eyes at each other," Fang said, because he wasn't having problems attempting to speak after that little… whatever the hell that was.
Demon rolled his eyes. "Whatever. We going to school or not?"
Before I could say anything, Fang affirmed it. "Yes."
I tightened my grip on the cart, but I didn't say anything. It was no use arguing with Fang; he had grown up with me. He wasn't about to change his mind any time soon.
I continued to push the cart down the aisle, leaving the boys behind and wondering when the hell I had gotten so soft.
-End Memory-
And that's how I got to this point: sitting in the middle of a crowded cafeteria with Nudge yapping away at me in one ear and trying incredibly hard not to murder Fang the next time that I saw him. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the table, trying to keep myself from running out of here like it was the School itself.
"You okay?" I nearly jumped out of my chair, spinning around with a punch fully ready. A hand readily caught the fist, and then I realized who it was. Speak of the devil…
Fang had walked up behind me without my realizing it. My heart rate slowed down a little, and I glared at him. "Will you make some freaking noise when you move already?"
One corner of his mouth twitched: Fang's version of a smile. "No. What's the fun in that?"
I yanked my arm out of his grasp and busied myself with my tray of lunch in front of me. "I preferred it when you didn't talk," I muttered to myself.
Fang sat down beside me, ignoring what I had said. He looked at me for a few seconds, and I glared at him, getting more uncomfortable by the second. "What?" I asked grouchily, nearly ripping my sandwich to shreds in the process.
Fang lowered his voice, taking note of the fact that Iggy, Demon and Jinx were now at the table. At least they listened to me when I said stick together. Hell, at least they listen to me period. As opposed to some dark haired, dark winged bird children that I know...
"You need to loosen up. You're tense," Fang stated, his face almost blank of all emotion, except for the small bit of worry that he was letting show through. Which was odd in itself, since Fang doesn't show emotion through his eyes. Or any other part of him for that matter.
No shit, Sherlock. I wonder why I could possibly be tense! "I hate school. I didn't want to go in the first place, and then all of a sudden I'm sitting in the middle of some random classroom learning about some crap that's never going to help me if I'm in the middle of a fight with, say for example, Omega. Not to mention that the twins are nowhere to be seen. How the hell do you know that they haven't been taken or something?" I fired at him. After taking a few deep breaths, I crossed my arms on the table and buried my head on them. I let out a small groan, suddenly overwhelmed with my life.
Fang kept quiet, and after a few heavy moments I felt him begin to rub my back gently, right between where my wings would be. I let out a high pitched squeal, and shot back up immediately.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered, looking at him with wide eyes. Fang didn't say anything, just looking at me with this look that said almost everything and nothing at the same time. Then the shield went back up, and he turned away from me.
Holy frick, I'm getting a headache.
Still massaging my temples, I greeted Skye, Blaze, Shawn and Hope, who were the last group to arrive. Realizing that we needed another table, Jinx hopped up and dragged another table over to where we were.
Successfully drawing attention to us. I groaned again, earning another look from Fang. "I hate being the new kids."
Nudge pounced on the topic of conversation immediately, having finally finished her original rant about the apparently cute guy in her Algebra class. "We're not the only ones, though. There are seven other new kids who just moved here too. I saw one of them already today. She's gorgeous. Five of them are the McCarthys; the other two are the Whitlocks. They're all adopted and they just moved here from Washington. As in the United States. I don't know where they are though. They should be here since everyone has one lunch period toge—"
As Nudge started to get into her rant again, the doors swung open and a pair of frickin gorgeous supermodels strolled in, acting as if they owned the place. The girl supermodel had long blonde hair and golden eyes, and was holding onto the arm of the unbelievably large and well- muscled golden- eyed male supermodel with the curly dark brown hair. The girl, after surveying the room and smiling when she realized that the place had gone completely silent, stopped in the middle of the cafeteria and reached up to peck the male on the lips. After staying like that for a few seconds, they continued to glide across the room like they were skating on ice. As soon as they had found a table in the corner and sat down, the doors swung open again, and another pair of supermodels came gliding in.
This time, the girl had long brown hair and golden eyes, and was holding hands with the golden- eyed, bronze haired male. He looks like a penny mutated and then grew into hair on his head.
The guy stiffened, and his eyes flashed coal black for a few seconds. Just like Val…The girl looked back, rolled her eyes, and then tugged him along, breaking him out of whatever trance he was in. He smiled down at her, and then pulled her closer to his side, kissing her forehead. She smiled a little brighter, now wrapping her arm around his waist.
Honestly, the whole thing made me gag a little on the inside with how sickeningly sweet the display was.
As soon as they had sat down, a third couple strolled in. What the hell? Is this some sort of supermodel expo or something?
The girl was tiny, and reminded me of a pixie. She had black spiky hair, and golden eyes, just like all the other supermodels who had decided that the school cafeteria was the next runway. She was smiling and had this smile that practically screamed "I know something you don't!"
The guy, also with golden eyes –What the eff? Is it some sort of new supermodel protocol that all supermodels have golden eyes, now?—looked a bit less happy to be in the middle of the cafeteria being stared at. He had golden hair, just like the first girl who had walked in. His eyes were a bit shifty, but the girl looked back at him and smiled. He smiled back at her, and then twirled her once, somehow managing to look unbelievably graceful even though all he did was lift an arm in a circular formation. The girl, on the other hand, looked like a professional ballet dancer or something.
Before they sat down, the guy dipped the pixie, and once again, I gagged a little on the inside. Please, someone kill me. I can not take all this sappy crap.
Nudge, out of the corner of my eye, looked confused. "But there are seven of them…"
A slight murmur began to rise again in the cafeteria, as other people realized that apparently, whoever told them that there were seven other new kids besides us couldn't count.
And then, the rest of the conversations were cut off. The doors swung open for the fourth time, and this time, a collective gasp went up from a majority of the male population through out the entire cafeteria. Our table stayed silent, seeing as:
One: A majority of the males at our table were "taken" by another girl in the group, and
Two: Fang just didn't show emotion that openly.
The final supermodel was by far the most different. Her skin was a "sun- kissed tan" –Seriously, I have got to stop listening to Nudge so much,--, unlike the pale ivory that the rest of the supermodels were. She had ebony hair like the pixie, but it went down her back instead of being spiky.
Like Val's hair did… Jeebus, we need to find her. For everyone's sake.
She was alone, with no male counterpart. And, if I was reading her walk right, she was fine with it. She had no problem with walking into the cafeteria with about 600 eyes on her. She looked confident, and had the same "Just try to screw with me and see who comes out of it with all their limbs in the right places" look that Fang did.
She did a scan of the room, looking over each table, and then the pixie supermodel seemed to start getting angry as an unnoticable-unless-you-grew-up-watching-Fang-smirk-and-learned-how-to-read-him smirk grew on the still-walking ebony haired model's face. The penny haired male model was having a laugh attack at their table next to the pixie. What the hell is wrong with these people?
Finally, the ebony haired supermodel got to her table, and slowly the noise level rose again. At our table, it was surprisingly Blaze who broke the silence. "So, I'm guessing that those were the other new kids?"
And to all of our surprise, Nudge stayed silent while Skye answered his question. "No chiz, Brandon."
I rolled my eyes and tuned the rest of them out as I worried about devouring my multiple sandwiches.
--Valerie POV—
I did everything I could to refrain from jumping up and down in my seat and squealing like Alice. However, when you have an empath sitting at the same table as you, it doesn't really work.
THEY'RE HERE!! THEY'RE HERE!!! THEY'RE HERE!!!!!!!!! –mental happy dance—
"Valerie, why is it that you look and feel as if you're going to either spontaneously combust or lose control and cause random fireworks at any given time?" Jasper asked me.
I imagined that for a brief second, and then began to grin involuntarily. In Emmett's mind, he saw an image of me smiling that smile, and then proceeding to blow up some random abandoned warehouse somewhere. Really, Emmett, does my smile scare you that much?
"Wait, your other family's here? And you know for a fact that it's them?" Edward asked, and I mentally cursed as I realized that I had left my shield down.
I listened to their thoughts, the already large smile on my face growing as I recognized the old rambles that Nudge usually spewed out verbally, although they were going faster than she would ever have been able to speak. Thank jeebus, we all would have died already if Nudge could speak as fast as her thoughts fly.
Max was going through possible escape strategies and at the same time vowing that she was going to kill Fang for having put her through school again.
Iggy was thinking some pretty violent thoughts about the guy who apparently sat across from Nudge in Algebra. Oh, Iggy, jealousy will get you nowhere. Snogging her speechless and/ or senseless and then saying that she is now your girlfriend, on the other hand, will.
Mira was threatening to kill Nudge if she kept going on about how gorgeous the McCarthys were. Well, that will make Rosalie happy.
Fang was worried about Max and how tense she was over going back to school. Ha, same old Fang. Same old overprotective, worrying-about-Max Fang. Even if she doesn't need worrying over.
And Demon was wondering when they would get to see me again.
I dropped all pretenses, turned to Edward and nodded. Alice forgot that she was angry at me, ran around the table, and then pulled me into a hug. "Valerie, I am so happy for you! Now you can finally introduce us to the people who helped to teach you to kick Emmett's butt with those totally awesome moves!"
Alice's statement was a bit loud, at about regular speaking level. But Demon heard due to his bird hearing, and snapped his head around, turning it towards our table, focusing on Alice's rather joyful form with her arms wrapped around my stiff unresponsive body. His eyes locked with mine and we stayed like that for a few seconds before he nodded, and I did the same. In the back of my mind, I realized that Alice removed her arms from around me. He raised an eyebrow slightly, moving his eyes around the room, and I shrugged, pursing my lips a little. I tilted my head slightly to the side, nodding my head in his direction and raising an eyebrow, and he smirked slightly, shrugging his shoulders. He nodded his head once, then turned back around and I smiled, turning back to my own table. Everyone was staring at me. "What?"
"I'm guessing that was the Demon that we've heard so much about," Alice said, albeit a bit sarcastically.
"Yeah?" I answered, a little curiosity managing to break through my monotone.
"Just an observation," Bella mused.
I looked at her face carefully. "Yeah. He never really was one to talk, so I had to learn to read facial expressions." She is sooo lucky that she has a mental shield projected around everyone at this table, because I know for a fact that it was not "Just an observation"…
At that moment, the bell rang. Jeebus, lunch is unbelievably short here. I am so lucky that I don't have to eat anymore… I got up to throw my untouched packed salad away, and looked at my schedule. Yes, gym! I can let off steam, finally! I got up to go, saying "Goodbye" to everyone at the table. Alice bobbed up and down next to me, ready to run to gym. I shook my head. Crazy hyperactive pixie vamp.
When we reached the gym, which was its own building, we got the uniforms that had been pre-ordered for us by Carlisle, and walked to the locker rooms. Almost the entire population of high school teenage girls was glaring at us, but they still parted to make a pathway for us. We don't have the flipping plague, people. Get over yourselves.
After changing, which was almost a painful experience seeing as everyone was basically boring holes into the back of our heads before I started to glare back, I left Alice complaining, still going on with her "These clothes have absolutely no personality" rant, and walked into the gym, leaning alone against the bleachers.
I had been standing still for a few seconds when I heard the bleachers creak beside me. I opened my eyes and saw Demon, Nudge and Mira leaning next to me. My heart did a little flip inside my chest, but I restrained myself from showing any outward emotion, seeing as they probably didn't recognize me.
Nudge, no surprise there, started the conversation. "Hi! I'm Monique Martinez. These are my siblings, Trent and Miranda. We heard that you're one of the new kids, so we just wanted to make you feel at home here, seeing as you don't know anyone besides your family." Damn, Nudge, I've never heard you say so little at one time. And so slowly either…
I smiled a little at her, and said, "Thanks. I appreciate it." Might as well show them some appreciation, seeing as they're family and all…All of a sudden, the coach appeared from the small office on the side of the gym.
"Alright. I'm Coach Spalding, and I am to be your gym coach for the year. Now I understand that we have some new students. Valerie and Alice McCarthy! Trent, Miranda, and Monique Martinez!"
I sighed. "That's me." With Nudge, Demon, and Mira flanking me, I walked over to where Coach Spalding was standing in the middle of the basketball court.
Coach Spalding looked us over once and said, "Which one of you is which?"
Alice jumped into the situation, because I think that she knew that I was about to shoot back some sort of smart-ass answer like I usually would. "I'm Alice, and this is my sister, Valerie." I raised my arm in acknowledgement and out of the corner of my eye I saw Demon, Nudge and Mira flinch.
Coach Spalding nodded, then turned to the others and boomed, "Who are you, then?"
Demon took the initiative and started to talk. "I'm Trent. That's Mira, and that's Monique."
Coach Spalding nodded. "Welcome to Wesley High." Then he bellowed, "Alright, we're going to be running laps today and see what you kids are made of. New kids first, since I already know some of the rest of your faces from last year. "Alice glanced at me from the corner of her eye, and I just began to mentally grin. Yes! The only way that this could get any better would be if they made us spar. That would officially make my day.
"Trent, you go first! Start at the boys' changing room, and then run around the border of the gym as many times as you can. People! OFF THE WALLS!!"
Everyone stopped leaning against the walls staring at us all and walked to the middle of the gym as Demon walked over calmly to the gym doors.
"ON YOUR MARK! GET SET! GO!" Demon started running full speed, and in his mind I saw him begin to visualize Erasers behind him. As we all watched him, he sped up a little faster, and only Alice and I were able to see that his pupils dilated.
After he did 84 laps, Mira let out a little cough, and I couldn't help but to chuckle as I realized that she was trying to tell him, "Don't blow our effing cover, please!" Demon immediately began to slow down, and then came to a full stop at the end of the 86th lap.
"Very nice, Martinez! Alright, Monique, you're next!" Nudge, quite literally, shimmied over to the entrance to the boys' locker rooms. I let out a slight sigh, blowing my bangs upward. Oh, Nudge.
At the coach's start, she ran for about 80 laps before she stopped, remembering that she was supposed to be a normal person, not a genetically enhanced bird girl.
Coach wrote down something into his log book and then called, "Miranda, you next!" Mira glowered a bit at the name that had quite obviously been chosen for her not of her own will, but walked over and repeated the cycle, only going up to 80 laps just like Nudge had. Very precise there, Mira.
Coach wrote that down, and then called Alice to go. She completed only sixty nine laps, and I saw some of the people let out a sigh of relief. Peeking into their minds, I realized that they were happy that not all the new kids were completely wonderful at everything.
Hah! If only they knew that I still can't listen to instructions that anyone gives me…
Spalding yelled out my name last, which was a bit pointless seeing as I was the last new kid to go and I was already on my way to the starting place.
"On your mark! Get set! Go!" I started sprinting, still holding myself back, but noticeably faster than Demon and the others had been. I zoned out, still caught up in my new plan to murder all the perverts who were staring at my butt as I ran by. By the time that I got back from my bloody little fantasy, I peeked into Alice's mind and saw that I had passed Nudge and Mira's stopping points, and was now fast approaching Demon's end of laps. Despite Alice's warnings, I smiled a bit to myself, and kept going strong as I rounded the corner for lap 85.
I risked a quick glance at the room as I passed by the locker room for lap number 86. Demon looked as if he was trying to decipher the inner workings of my brain and figure out how the hell I was still going strong at this point, and then Alice sent me another huge warning look. Once again, I ignored her as I passed the boys' locker room for the beginning of lap 87. There was a collective intake of breath as I smirked a little to myself, slowing down a little as I finally stopped completely at 92 laps.
I calmly and practically silently walked back over to Alice's side, and ignored the entire class, who was staring at me. Nudge shot me a small smile, although her brain was filled with "WTF?!"s. I didn't even bother glancing at Demon or Mira, knowing that they would both be staring at me like I was some sort of ancient crossword puzzle. So I just stared at Spalding, waiting for the next set of instructions as to what I was supposed to do.
He stared at me openly for a few more seconds, and it was only when I quirked an eyebrow in meaning of the word "What?" that he finally found his voice again. "Umm, since that took longer than I thought, and you only have 8 minutes left in class, we'll just leave it at that. Class dismissed." And then he retreated into his office, his squeaky sneakers being the only source of sound other than the breathing of the rest of the class.
Thankful that I could get out of this sorry excuse for a pair of school shorts --This is what hookers wear!--, I immediately turned around to go back to the locker room, brushing against Demon's shoulder as I passed by. Just as a little extra prompt, I focused a large bit of heat onto his shoulder where I touched, then cooled it down as soon as I had fully passed him. The crowd parted ways again for me as I walked back to the locker rooms to change.
Having successfully avoided the questioning glances of the rest of my grade, I changed and made my way to my next class, American History. Emmett was waiting for me outside the door with Jasper. Oh Jeebus, this can't end well… At least, for the teacher it can't…
That class passed by rather quickly, although I had to try to successfully avoid the steady gaze of Iggy and Blaze as the class moved on. As soon as the bell rang, I gathered my stuff and all but ran out of the room and back to homeroom.
Which is where whatever higher power there is decided that today would be the day that someone would die?
"Hey there, sexy."
I don't think you really know how annoying it is to be referred to as such. I also don't think you know how hard I can punch. Unfortunately, neither did the pervert that was standing behind me trying to "sweet talk" me. I turned around, wishing like I had never before that Demon was here to make sure that the school didn't have to call the fire department on me.
He went as if the blatant look of "Run away before I kill you" on my face was an open invitation for him to continue. "What do you say you and me go on a date sometime later? And if you're good, I'll take you to my place." He said in an attempt to look sexy. More like a half drowned cat. And that would be strikes one through seven. I don't know how Alice didn't see this asshole coming, but I will not blame her. Instead, I'm focusing on not causing a sudden volcanic eruption.
Trying to ignore the instinctual reflex to punch this idiot's lights out, I looked him dead in the eye, trying to make sure that there was a brain behind his eyes, and asked, "What's my name?"
He looked dazed, and then shook his head spastically. "Umm…"
"Yeah, I don't think so." I said, pushing past him to get to Bella, who was looking at me with pure humor and pride in her eyes.
We got outside, where Alice, Edward, and Jasper were all waiting for us, and I looked at Bella. "Just let it out."
Immediately, Bella and Alice laughed so hard that we nearly fell to the floor. Oh, so now you remember me, Alice? Edward after reading Alice's mind, started cracking up, and Jasper was only on the floor in stitches because the rest of us were.
"That was beautiful, Val." Edward said, raising his hand for a high five. A bit hesitantly, I high fived him back.
And then Emmett and Rosalie came from the senior homeroom down the hallway, of course with Emmett bellowing "VALERIE!!"
I winced a bit at the volume, but turned to face Emmett nonetheless. "Yeah?" I asked, still a bit distracted seeing as I was trying to fit everything into my backpack.
"So, how was the first day?" He asked, leading me away from my locker by the arm after I had closed it, much to Rosalie's dislike. I shrugged, trying to tell myself at the same time that regular people put their arms around each other's shoulders. Emmett is not trying to kill you. Calm down.
"More perverts. Gym's good. Actual classes okay. Meh," I managed to sum up everything that I thought of Wesley High School in about three sentences and an unintelligible noise. Thank you, Fang, for teaching me the art of non- speaking.
We walked out of the school under the cover of the clouds and momentarily paused as we tried to spot the Jeep in the midst of the large crowd of people. Some other teenagers turned to look at us and then started to –What the flip?—take pictures of us on the front step. Looking into one guy's mind for a quick minute, I had to chuckle a little as I realized that this kid thought we had somehow managed to pull off a spy movie pose without having even done anything really to ourselves. I can't believe these normal people. Honestly, the things they come up with on a regular basis…
"Ah, there's Nessie," Jasper said to himself, although all of us heard him as Nessie came bounding across the parking lot, gaining about the entire high school's attention in the time frame of sixty seconds.
"Emmett!!! WE NEED TO GET HOME NOW!!" Nessie said, practically leaping onto Emmett and then proceeding to try to drag him all the way to the car. We were attracting more attention than ever now, and Demon was staring dead at me as we passed again. I continued to walk on by, putting a little more heat in his area again to give him a little clue. I saw Max stiffen and begin to stare at me as well, soon followed by the rest of my winged family. I chuckled to myself, thankful that by this time we were already at the car.
"Hey, Val, you need some he—" Edward tried to be polite and act as a gentleman by helping me into the Jeep, but before he could say anything, I had already pulled myself into the Jeep, taking one last minute to look out at the crowd. I made eye contact with Angel, and her eyes widened as I projected to her mentally, Hey, Angel.
Her mouth dropping open was the last thing that I saw before I ducked down into the car and Emmett drove away. And now, I wait.
AND THAT, MY FRIENDS, WAS THE END OF CHAPPY 29. It seems that now, Val has to play the waiting game. This will be fun for the rest of us, seeing as we all know how much Val just LOVES to wait for anything.
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