Chapter 3
Surprises Jarod held out his hand, and I took it, grasping it warmly. He did the same, but gave my hand a little extra squeeze before letting go. "I have the perfect place in mind," Jarod told me. It was a statement, not a question. I nodded. "Good. Let's go." I followed Jarod as he led the way out of the warehouse. Outside, there was a beautiful Harley motorcycle, with a costume paint job of blue fire. I regarded it warily. Jarod held out a helmet. "Is this your only one?" I asked, my green-gray eyes meeting his brown ones. He nodded. "Then you wear it. You are more at risk." Jarod just gave me the weirdest look, which I ignored. Before I lost my courage, I swung my leg over the back of the bike. Jarod got on in front of me. Half reluctantly, half happily, I put my arms around his waist. Swiftly, before I could protest again, he jammed the helmet on my head, and buckled it. An odd sort of peace settled over me then. Instead of protesting, as my mind screamed at me to do, I just sighed. Somehow, I knew that I wasn't going to win this one. He started the bike, and we roared away from the warehouse district. We couldn't talk now; the roar of the wind our speed created and the growl of the engine saw to it that our words wouldn't be heard. But there were other ways to talk. :Jarod?: My thought on his mind was just a whisper; I was ready to pull away at any moment. :Yes?: came his answer. He seemed a little surprised, but he covered it well. :What?: :You can MindSpeak too?: I asked in surprise. I had just thought that he had a dormant Gift; not an active one that he was using. He mentally nodded. It began to get cold, as we roared along an almost vacant strip of California freeway. Unconsisly, I leaned forward, snuggling against Jarod's back in an attempt to get warm. For the remainder of the trip in the darkness of the night, we didn't talk at all. Soon enough, we pulled up to a restaurant, called American BBQ. Jarod killed the bikes engine, and I peeled myself off the bike. Glaring at the restaurant, I followed him inside, wondering, what's going to happen now?
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Surprises Jarod held out his hand, and I took it, grasping it warmly. He did the same, but gave my hand a little extra squeeze before letting go. "I have the perfect place in mind," Jarod told me. It was a statement, not a question. I nodded. "Good. Let's go." I followed Jarod as he led the way out of the warehouse. Outside, there was a beautiful Harley motorcycle, with a costume paint job of blue fire. I regarded it warily. Jarod held out a helmet. "Is this your only one?" I asked, my green-gray eyes meeting his brown ones. He nodded. "Then you wear it. You are more at risk." Jarod just gave me the weirdest look, which I ignored. Before I lost my courage, I swung my leg over the back of the bike. Jarod got on in front of me. Half reluctantly, half happily, I put my arms around his waist. Swiftly, before I could protest again, he jammed the helmet on my head, and buckled it. An odd sort of peace settled over me then. Instead of protesting, as my mind screamed at me to do, I just sighed. Somehow, I knew that I wasn't going to win this one. He started the bike, and we roared away from the warehouse district. We couldn't talk now; the roar of the wind our speed created and the growl of the engine saw to it that our words wouldn't be heard. But there were other ways to talk. :Jarod?: My thought on his mind was just a whisper; I was ready to pull away at any moment. :Yes?: came his answer. He seemed a little surprised, but he covered it well. :What?: :You can MindSpeak too?: I asked in surprise. I had just thought that he had a dormant Gift; not an active one that he was using. He mentally nodded. It began to get cold, as we roared along an almost vacant strip of California freeway. Unconsisly, I leaned forward, snuggling against Jarod's back in an attempt to get warm. For the remainder of the trip in the darkness of the night, we didn't talk at all. Soon enough, we pulled up to a restaurant, called American BBQ. Jarod killed the bikes engine, and I peeled myself off the bike. Glaring at the restaurant, I followed him inside, wondering, what's going to happen now?
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