"Hey, man, where were you last night?" Neil was draped across the couch channel surfing.
"I was just checking out the new family that just moved to town."
"Anything?"
"Nah," I shook my head. "regular dullsville people."
"Damn, I was looking forward to a change of scenery." Neil flicked off the television, and stood up. "I've been wondering if you were gonna tell me about that girl anytime soon."
"What girl?" Shit. I thought I'd covered all my tracks.
"You know… that Tammy chick, the one in your science class."
I sighed in relief. Neil had had his eye on her and wanted me to see if she worth it. Lily was still safe. "Yah, she seems tasty enough. I'd say go for it."
"Thanks. Hey, you seen Dean anywhere?" Neil asked.
I shook my head. Dean was rarely seen at night. He simply disappeared. No one had any clue where he went. Then again, no one really had the right to ask. Dean was the oldest of us three, and therefore had the right to vanish whenever he felt like it. Neil and I were part of the 'new generation' as Dean called it. He had found me dumped in the ditch two months before finding Neil tied to a tree.
We three had bonded immediately, and stayed together. Dean took us back to his coven who approved of him taking us under his wing. The Elders of the coven were also known as the respected Mayor Bates of Devils Lake, the head curator of the local museum, Jacquelyn Frost, the founder of the Helping Hands charity, Melissa De Hart, and Evelyn Montoya, the coveted dean of Devils Lake Institute of Technology (yes, there were many ghost stories circling our town.). The Coven likes to take up powerful positions, and help out Devils Lake in what may seem like small ways, but really keep the town in check.
"Okay, whatever. I guess I'll see you in class man." Neil said.
"You going in early?"
"Yah I wanna see how Tammy's going to work out. I wouldn't mind having a little snack tonight."
"See yah later." I nodded at Neil as he headed out the door. I waited until I heard his tires squeal and rotate until they found grip on the slick asphalt. I headed out to the garage and mounted my motorcycle. I Flicked up the kickstand with my toe, and leaped on to the sport bike. Stamping down on the kick-start, I sped out of the barely open garage door, and headed down the familiar course to Lily's house.
Stopping just before turning onto her street, I cut the engine and waited for her to leave. Finally, she appeared outside and headed for her shiny new Mercedes. A gift from her father no doubt. I wasn't sure of the whole story, but I thought I got the main picture. Mom and Dad divorced, she moved with Mom who got the short end of the stick, while Dad stayed in the house with all the money and most of the possessions.
Lily was at her car and had her hand in her bag, rifling through, and searching for her keys. She opened her door and fumbled with her keys, dropping them. She bent down to retrieve them, and as straightened up, her head smacked painfully against the roof of her car.
"DAMMIT!" I laughed. I didn't have to have hyper-hearing to register what she had yelled.
I started up my ride, and cut around her so close my finger couldn't have fit between the two vehicles. I watched her flinch in my rearview mirror. I flashed a smile in her direction, and watched her expression change as she realized it was me. Lily revved her engine and nearly nudged my back tire. Laughing, I raced her all the way to school. Lily and I separated at the parking lot, and I parked my bike in the spot that was always left clear for me. It wasn't technically reserved, but none of the students dared park in my spot.
I headed into math, and slid silently into one of the only empty seats. Just as I suspected, the other few students who arrived after me, avoided occupying the empty desk next to mine. Even thought Lily and I had sped to school, there was no way she would be on time. She never was, it was like a disease. An always-be-late disease. Lily appeared in the doorway, and sat down next to me. I sent her a quick smile, and she raised and eyebrow. I shook my head slightly. We would not be able to talk yet. A smile was enough contact for the day.