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Hannah rushed to her room and plopped down on her bed. Her heart was still racing after her encounter with Tyler, unsure of what just happened and how to proceed. She stared at the blank beige ceiling, wanting to calm down enough to logically examine her situation.
Lying on the bed was not helping because her mind instantly went to how she imagined Tyler would be above her. His broad shoulders naked and begging her to run her hands over them, feeling how strong he was and smooth his skin would be.
She instantly sat up and went straight to her Alienware, hoping to talk to someone. She was in unknown territory and needed to speak with her best friends, they would never steer her wrong and she was excited to share the news.
"Damn it, why is no one ever online when I need them?" she asked frustrated when she saw none of her friends were available to talk. She realized that it was still early in the afternoon and her friends were likely still in class. So she rifled through her scientific journals she had to read for her research to calm down until her friends could talk to her.
"Nothing says unsexy like 'Effect of varying pH on protein composition and yield of amaranth seed'...actually this sounds like it's going to be really good."
She was finally able to calm down as she read the findings of Roy BK and Srivastava R. and do a lot of work that needed to be done.
An hour and a half later, her laptop dinged and altered her that her friend was online.
"Oh my God Alissa, I just tutored one of the most gorgeous guys I have ever seen. For reals," she told the Hispanic girl on the screen.
"Hello to you too…why are you still tutoring Joes?" Alissa asked.
"You are like the fifth person to ask me that, I need the money for cons and stuff. I don't have carte blanc access to my funds until I turn eighteen."
"Oh right, respecting your father blah blah blah…are you going to MaGfest this year?"
"Hell yes I'm going this year. I've been working on my Master Chief cosplay since Nekocon."
"It's not pink is it?"
"Of course it's pink, it's modeled after my avatar. Stop rolling your eyes at me," Hannah said shrilly at her friend's exasperation.
"I like pink and I'm not ashamed of it."
"You will be when all the fanboys look at you strange."
"Whatever, they're a bunch of basement dwellers that don't shower. By the way, I'm not going into the game room after the second day."
"Fair enough. Are you cosplaying all three days?"
"Probably not, I was thinking Master Chief then maybe a Hunter but I'm pretty sure they'll be like four hundred other Hunter's there. Be a good group photo op though."
"Definitely. I'm going as Kitana."
"Which one? MK three again?"
"No I did that last year, this year I'm going all out. Mortal Kombat 2011."
There was a long pregnant pause as the information seeped into Hannah, her mouth opened in shock and disbelief.
"You can't be serious."
"As serious as cardiac arrest. I have everything gathered I just need to put it all together. I should be able to finish in time."
"Holy shit Al, you are going to have all the fanboys splooging their pants."
"I know, it's going to be glorious. How about accompanying me as Jade? They'll never know what hit them."
"Ummm how about never?" she answered quickly as she couldn't contemplate being bold enough to wear such a skimpy outfit.
"Besides, no one wants to see a small B cup try to fill out that costume," Hannah further explained.
"Whatever, like anyone actually has the body to fill out those costumes. The females in games were designed by men who project their fantasies of big breasted Amazon women onto the characters because they probably can't get a date in real life, as well as to cater to the massive teenage fanboy customer base. No one in real life looks like that so we just do the best we can in cosplay. Hell, I've got 'chicken cutlets' to give me more oomph," Alissa said as she produced the breast enhancers on screen.
"Still, my dad would kill me if he ever saw me like that."
"Blech, parental units. I can't wait until we're at MIT and can do whatever we want. How's Ipswich going anyway?"
"Pretty good actually, back to my original thought. Super cute mega gorgeous student I just tutored. Really nice too."
"Sweet. So the mixed population is actually pretty OK?"
"Yeah they keep the advanced students separate from the gen pop so it's been pretty smooth sailing. No incidences or anything but I will tell you this, the school has an inordinate amount of insanely good looking guys here. Like you know when we're watching TV and we ask why don't the guys look like that at our school? Well apparently it's because they all go here."
"Not fair. What kind of hotties?"
"Well today there's Tyler. Tall, dark brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, strong features, and to die for smile. I nearly melted when he smiled at me. I'm so surprised I didn't spaz out, you'd have been proud of me."
"Nice, what else?"
"Well yesterday I had finished one of my runs and I was taking my pulse at the end of the path, which led to the student parking lot and there comes this student in a bright ass yellow motorcycle. I mean bright as day yellow. So he parks and he's decked out in full leather riding gear and looks massive. Like fullback running back huge; so very muscular but not really thick…"
"What the hell is a fullback running back?" Alissa interrupted, confused about her friend's sport reference.
"It's a position in football. They basically help protect the quarterback and also power run to the end zone. Come on I've explained football to you before."
"Football is beneath me and I don't have three brothers so I don't have to care."
"Whatever, anyway…guy looks built and is tall. He then takes off his helmet and I swear there was a hitch in the space time continuum because things went into slow motion. A cascade of thick gorgeous dirty blonde hair comes tumbling out and he does the slow dramatic shake of his head like this," Hannah mimicked the student's motion by shifting her head side to side in an over-dramatized movement.
Both girls went into a fit of giggles from Hannah's description and she went on with her story.
"So, another super delicious male specimen at this school and I was like, Holy Shit that guy is uber gorgeous. Like too gorgeous for school. I question why he's still even in school and not on a popular hit TV series or movie where they make any excuse to have him without a shirt. He's so swoon worthy," she said with a dramatic sigh, falling back into her bed. Imagining the boy on the yellow motorcycle smiling beside her, running his hand through her hair.
"Did you talk to him?" Alissa asked, disrupting Hannah's fantasy.
"What? Are you serious? No way was I going to talk to him. Not only is he unfairly good looking but I had just got done running three miles. I was a hot sweaty mess."
"Coward."
"Not ashamed of that. Anyway, the day before that I was in the gen pop wing of the school…"
"Why were you there?"
"I was delivering some stuff for one of the professors to the main admin building. Stop interrupting my epic tale of hotness…"
"Sorry, go on."
"I was in the gen pop wing and as I walk out of the admin office, class lets out and there's a swarm of people going to their lockers. As I walk back to the TaG wing, I see these two guys talking by what I assume are their lockers, being all casual and sexy. I swear they belong in a GQ magazine; they rocked the shit out of their uniforms. I thought it was a bit overkill to have a sweater vest and a blazer but damn did they make it look good."
"More deets, more deets, more deets!"
"They both had this really sexy night and day, opposites thing going on. One was an almost white blonde that had a kind of 'I'm a bad boy and you can tell because I'm wearing fingerless gloves and have tatts' thing going on. His uniform was in disarray; shirt and sweater vest untucked, no blazer, and his sleeves were rolled up and he proudly showed his ink."
"Ooo nice."
"I know right? And the other one was the complete opposite. Dark hair, dark eyes, kind of had a serious broody Italian version of 'Angel' vibe going on. His uniform was pristine and he had perfectly gelled hair; not too much to be like a helmet but it was clearly styled and it looked like he put a lot of effort into it. They looked like what I imagine Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zambini would look like if they were real and American…fanon Blaise not actual Blaise who turned out to be black much to my surprise and slight disappointment because J.K. Rowling just invalidated all of my fanfiction in a few sentences."
"I know, it completely rocked the fandom and there are still people writing Blaise as a hot white Italian."
"I just can't do it; I'm too much a purist. I just modeled him after Samuel Anderson from The History Boys and rewrote everything to match."
"ooo nice choice. Very hot."
"Indeed."
"So did you talk to Draco and fanon Blaise hotties?"
Hannah quirked her eyebrow and rolled her eyes, not sure why her friend would ask her such a stupid question.
"Ummm no. I mean what am I supposed to say? 'Hi, I'm Hannah. Congratulations on being so hot?' I mean who just goes up to people randomly and makes friends?"
"How else do people become friends? Aren't all people strangers before you meet them?"
"Not really. I mean I met you through Peabody and we had classes together. We had a common unifying entity to join us together. These are Joes and I'm in TaG, what's going to bring us together naturally?"
"That's a fair point."
"But I do need some advice."
"About?"
"I got invited to dinner by tutoring hottie."
"WHAT? Why didn't you say that to begin with? Oh my God Hannah, this is huge…"
"It's not that huge."
"What do you mean it's not huge?"
"Well he said the cafeteria so I'm pretty sure it's not like a date or anything. I'm pretty sure his friends will be there."
"OK still, it's a pretty big deal that a majorly good looking guy is asking you to eat with him and his friends. You're going where no nerd has gone before. It's unknown territory for people like us, you're like Jane Goodall and the apes."
"Oh come on, don't compare the Joes to apes…that's just wrong."
"Whatever you know what I mean. You're living the dream, you get to eat with the beautiful people and know their ways."
"OK, I was excited at first and now I'm nervous as hell. I mean what do I wear? What do I talk about?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?"
"Come on, you're supposed to be my friend and help me."
"OK, OK, OK…let me Google polite conversation starters."
"Google? Who uses Google for research?" Hannah asked, confused as to why her friend would use such an unreliable search engine for any kind of help.
"Joes use Google, duh," Alissa said sarcastically as if her friend ought to know such things. After a few moments of intense research into the proper social protocol with the average student, the other genius was getting fed up.
"Jeez no wonder we're always told never to use Google, this is the most worthless search engine imaginable. It has all these sites that only show up because they paid to be seen first and then they send you to websites like 'eHow' that doesn't even name their contributors. How the hell are we supposed to know if the source is legitimate? Where are the citations? This is worse than Wikipedia."
"OK I'll just have to wing the conversation. I have brothers and female cousins, I had to have picked up something right? What should I wear?"
"Something that's feminine but not too flashy for eating in the cafeteria. Something that says 'I'm a girl but I'm cool too.'"
Hannah contemplated for a moment, taking inventory of her non-uniform clothes she had and an idea struck her.
"My Weeping Angels baby doll t-shirt?"
"Perfect!"
"How should I wear my hair? I was thinking maybe odango ox horns with my purple lotus clips on each one."
"No wear it down, that's more girly. I read a study that suggests males like women with thick long hair because it suggests that you're fertile and a more desirable mate."
"Yeah but my hair might get everywhere and I'm pretty sure I'm getting all static-y because of it. When I shook Tyler's hand there was this big electrostatic shock, I was pretty embarrassed."
"What? There were literal sparks between you guys? Oh my God you guys are soulmates!" Alissa said, eyes bright with excitement for her friend.
Hannah's shoulders dropped and gave her friend a pokerface stare. She couldn't believe her friend would say something so illogical.
"Lis, don't start on that rigmarole."
"Love is not 'rigmarole.'" the Hispanic girl on the screen said, offended by Hannah's statement. She went on to explain to her all too logical friend the glorious power of "love."
"Love is everything and it's what powers the universe."
"No, nuclear fusion among other processes power the universe."
"Ugh you're so Vulcan sometimes!" Alissa said with a frustrated sigh.
"Thank you," Hannah replied.
"That's not always a compliment. Come on, didn't you feel anything when he touched you? Did your world turn on its axis?"
Hannah hesitated for a split moment and looked away. She was about to answer in the negative but Alissa knew her too well and could tell when she was lying.
"Oh my God you did! I knew it! It's kismet! You were meant to meet him, fall in love, and have beautiful and smart babies. As soon as you get back from dinner you have to TELL ME ALL ABOUT IT!" the girl squeeled.
Hannah flinched at Alissa's screeching and couldn't believe her friend's voice could reach such a high pitch.
"OK it seems like you've completely lost your mind. Kismet? Really? Where do you get such rubbish?"
"It's not rubbish! Don't you think it's all a little too coincidental? Money comes from nowhere and it brings you to a specific school. At this school you meet up with a guy that's not only super gorgeous but gives you literal sparks between you. Not only that you admit that you have feelings that rocked your world."
"That is a gross misinterpretation of a second of hesitation. First of all, the money didn't come from nowhere. It came from an inheritance that was owed to my family for generations. It coincidentally happened that they were able to trace me via old letters and a family line. They showed me the paperwork for it. Secondly, the Danvers, the family that found me, have strong ties to the school and that's why they insist I go here. There's no divine intervention, it's unscrupulous school board members wanting to boost their science department. Thirdly, what I felt when Tyler touched me has a perfectly logical explanation."
"Which is?"
"If you had given me the chance to talk, I would have to you what I felt was highly aroused. That's it. It was simple lust, not a touching of our souls or instantly in love. He is a highly attractive male that touched me and I reacted to his masculinity. I don't think anyone else would react differently especially given that I normally wouldn't associate or have a chance with someone so good-looking."
"Oh come on, that's such bullshit. You're totally beautiful and could probably have that guy begging for you. Did someone tell you differently because I'll totally kick their ass."
"No, no one has said I was ugly or anything but I definitely know I'm not on that guy's level. Guys like that would never notice me, much less talk to me on a regular basis."
"That's because most guys are certifiably stupid. Obviously this one is smarter than the typical boy and has good taste. I mean, he invited you to dinner right?"
"Yeah…I'm kind of unsure about that too. I mean, really good looking guys that make bets with their friends about the new girl or trying to deflower them for sport don't really exist right?; that doesn't actually happen right? That's only in movies?"
"Oh God I knew you shouldn't have watched Carrie 2 or She's All That. No, I am fairly certain that real people don't actually do that kind of stuff. And you're too smart to fall for something like that anyway."
"That is true. I mean I don't have an irrational sentimental attachment to my virginity. I'd be more than happy to offer it to one of the four males if asked…given that they pass a full panel STD test of course."
"Really? These guys are that hot?"
"Lis, when I saw the two in the hallway I wished I didn't have any clothes on."
"Wow, I need pics of these guys. Get working on that."
Hannah laughed at her friend's demand and conceded,
"I'll do my best. I have a few hours until dinner; want to do some Left 4 Dead warm up before the tourney tonight? I feel like killing some Tanks."
"Sure, one or two?"
"Two, I like throwing the bile jars and seeing the Tank get attacked by the horde."
"Awesome, dibs on Ellis."
The two friends logged onto Live and Hannah spent the rest of her time before dinner blowing up the horde and crowning the witches.
Eventually Reid and Tyler untangled themselves from each other and made their way to swim practice. They were in the middle of their season and their coach had been on their cases lately. The swim coach, Mr. Rhys Walters, had been riding them hard in preparation for the regional championship. They had won it easily the past three years, going onto state and taking home the banner. The team had counted on the Sons, as their best swimmers, and since the arrival of Hannah there had been a noticeable decline in their performance. They had been distracted and easily exhausted lately and their times have been shot to hell. The coach was not the only ones who noticed but the other team members never had the nerve to call them on it, other than Aaron Abbot who always rose to the occasion to deride the four friends.
"Good going Danvers, with your times you'll be lucky to even finish the meet at the closing ceremonies," Aaron disparaged Caleb.
"Fuck you Abbot, it's still better than any lap you've ever done," Reid snidely replied in defense of his friend.
"What'd you say fagot?" Aaron aggressively asked and bucked at Reid.
Reid was ready to fight the resident douche bag but fortunately for Aaron, Coach Rhys stepped in.
"Hey! Quit that shit! Abbot, I've warned you about that mouth. Go to the guidance counselor for breaking the school's anti-defamation code. Reid, you're on thin ice with me this week. All of you are on thin fuckin' ice. I don't know what the hell is wrong with you guys but fix it. Caleb, my office. Now. Tyler, good practice. Keep it up."
The coach marched to his office, not bothering to look if Caleb was following because he expected complete compliance.
The Danvers scion looked defeated and obediently followed the coach. The others watched Caleb go and they all shared a worried look. The dark circle under his eyes, the constant fatigue did not go unnoticed and they didn't know what they could do. They were all feeling the strains of Hannah's presence but they all suspected there was more going on than what the eldest Son was admitting to.
"Do you guys ever feel like there's something up with Caleb?" Tyler asked cautiously, making sure not to mention anything explicitly supernatural related in case there were people within hearing distance.
"What do you mean?" Pogue asked, ready to defend his best friend.
"I don't know, sometimes I feel like he's a bit worse for wear than he should be."
"Well he's been promoted," he said using a euphemism for Ascended so as to not sound odd or suspicious. "Plus that new coworker that's started, we've all been feeling a bit worn-down."
"Yeah I know that but he's looking really ragged and it's been going on longer than the new co-worker has shown up. Don't try to tell me you haven't noticed that he's been on edge and different since his promotion. I think there's something wrong and the new co-worker is making it worse."
"He's been promoted, we don't know what that'll do to us until it happens to us."
"I think Ty's right though," Reid added in. "I've noticed that he's been run down and moodier since his birthday. He's not the type to abuse his position but..."
"He's what? You think he's..." Pogue stumbled, trying to think of a euphemism that didn't sound like a drug reference. "taking too many hours at work?"
"Maybe."
Pogue stood up straight and walked to confront Reid. The blonde noticed how massive he was and that he was only wearing a towel that hung dangerously low on his hips. Pogue was normally a laid back kind of guy but he wasn't above using his size to intimidate or help get his point across.
Reid did a quick look over his friend and couldn't help but notice how incredibly cut Pogue was. The white terry cloth hung on Pogue's hips, accentuating his obliques that begged the casual onlooker to keep looking down and crave what the linen was hiding.
Reid had no interest in Pogue, he was not into dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. His interest was currently restricted to dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was not going to be silenced by Pogue's massive size. He was never one to back down from an argument and he didn't care that Pogue was defending Caleb's honor, he was more interested in saving their leader's life.
"Don't be an idiot Pogue, open your eyes and see what is going on. Caleb's my friend too and this whole job thing, is getting to him. You can't deny that."
Pogue looked away and sighed heavily. He leaned against the lockers and ran a hand through his long hair, silently admitting that Reid was right.
"What do you think we should do?" Pogue said after a few moments of silence.
"I think we should talk to him. See if he says anything."
"He's not going to want to talk about it even if something is wrong. You know how he is, he keeps everything in."
"Yeah, well I'm incredibly obnoxious and annoying. He won't be able to keep it all in."
All three boys grinned at Reid's joke and agreed that they needed to talk to Caleb. They all got back to changing back into their casual clothes.
Pogue haphazardly dropped his towel and while Reid was not interested in him, he could appreciate how perfectly muscled his legs and ass were. He quickly looked away before Tyler could catch him checking out their friend. They didn't have a label for what they were but he was certain that Tyler would not like him checking out other guys, even casually.
The teen in question left their coach's office, looking dark and angry. He quickly went to his locker to finish changing and by his aggressive handling of the metal door, they knew the meeting did not go well.
"What's goin' on man?" Pogue asked concerned.
"Coach thinks that my poor performance and general lack of motivation is due to drugs."
"What? That's crazy."
They all gathered around Caleb to close in and keep the conversation more secret and to lend more support to their friend.
"I know but he went on about how tired I'm always looking and how I'm not performing like I used to. He said he's seen it all before and then went into how he's disappointed that I let it happen. I had to restrain myself from hitting him in his stupid condescending face. I spend three years busting my ass for this team and help bring home three state championships, and one lousy week all of a sudden I'm taking drugs? I can't believe this shit."
The three friends were taken back by Caleb's vulgar language because the teen hardly ever cursed. They knew he was upset and he had every right to be. They knew the cause of Caleb's sudden downturn in performance and while the coach didn't, he should have at least given him the benefit of the doubt.
"So what's that mean for you?"
"They need proof of drug use so now I have to do a piss test. I have to be in the nurses office within two hours to give a sample and they're expecting me."
"Can they even do that? I mean, isn't it against the law to do a drug test without probable cause?" Reid asked, fairly well versed local laws due to his delinquent nature.
"It's in the school by-laws that it remains a drug free campus and it's up to his discretion to determine probable cause. And he casually mentioned that if I chose to fight it then he still has the power to bench me."
"Well," Tyler commented, trying to see the silver lining. "you don't do drugs so it's not a big deal right?"
"No I just have to go to the nurse's office where I'm sure someone will see me and question why I'm there; and then there'll probably be a dozen different rumors flying about me by dinner. Then I get to pee in front of the ancient nurse so she knows the sample isn't tampered with. So yeah it's kind of a big fucking deal."
They all stayed silent because Caleb was obviously in a mood where nothing they could say would be right or helpful.
Caleb knew he was being an ass but in his frustration he couldn't help but snap at his friends. He hated that he was being that way but lately he felt like he was losing control of his life. Schoolwork was becoming unmanageable, his girlfriend was afraid of getting close to him and he was afraid to let her, he felt exhausted all of the time, his mother was constantly on his case, and swimming was slipping away from him. He knew his friends only wanted to help but every time they spoke he felt his nerves wear thinner and thinner. He hated that he was spinning out of control and he didn't know how to fix it.
He let out an angry growl and punched his locker; letting out a shock of power. The row of lockers warped and tore under the assault. It was only by the grace of a divine being that the locker room had been empty and no one else but the Sons were there to witness the event.
"Jesus, Cay; you need to pull yourself together," Reid admonished, swiftly placing his hands against the lockers; a brief flame of red rolling over his eyes as he fixed the damage Caleb had done.
The metal cabinets magically straightened and placed themselves back perfectly as if nothing had ever happened. The teens all stood, not sure what to do or say.
"I'm sorry guys, I just need to get this piss test over with and go home; get some sleep," Caleb apologized, the fight left him completely.
"Caleb, man. What's going on? The coach is being an ass but seriously, you haven't been yourself," Pogue asked, wanting to help his friend.
The question was simple enough and they were more than justified in asking. Caleb sighed and wanted to tell his friends the truth but stopped himself. He knew it would not do any good to confess what his father had done. It would worry them unnecessarily and a distrustful part of him worried they would turn on him. He was more powerful than they could ever imagine or ever hope to be. Their fathers were in various parts of the globe and he highly doubted any of them would end their life to give their sons a power boost, especially since the threat of Chase was gone. He has grown up with these boys and they share a deep connection that went beyond friendship. These were his brothers in all ways but blood and still he couldn't shake the paranoia that telling them would end everything. So he let the lies flow out of his mouth like water.
"It's nothing to worry about man. It's just that being Ascended is a lot harder than I ever imagined and not using is taking its toll. It's damned if I do or damned if I don't. So there's nothing that can be done about it."
"Hannah's coming to dinner tonight. I've met her and she's really nice," Tyler said, subtly telling him there was something that could be done.
Another wave of frustration rippled through Caleb. It was bad enough he was having this fight with his mother but now it seemed he had to have it with his friends. He didn't care that they had invited the witch to dinner. Caleb didn't care that Tyler had his best practice yet, beating the record for his division; he ignored the fact that Tyler was the only one of them to meet the witch and miraculously his exhaustion disappeared. Caleb had no interest in meeting her and he wasn't going to be forced to. He was tired of having the same conversation. He was tired of sensing she was near and smelling her tropic scent everywhere. He was tired of having dreams of soft skin and dark hair caressing his chest as she rode him to completion. He was tired of waking up in a hot sweat and his sheets soiled with his release, haunted by her presence and thirsty for her kiss. He was simply tired of everything about her and he hadn't even met her.
"Whatever, I don't care. I'm going straight home after the nurses office and crashing."
"Come on Caleb, she's going to be apart of our lives. You might as well meet her and be nice."
"I don't need to meet her tonight or anytime soon. She's going to be a part of your lives, not mine so it's not a big deal. I don't need to meet her, I don't want to meet her; end of discussion."
Caleb started to walk away, trying to keep his frayed temper in check and not lash out at his friends more than he had already.
"Cay, come on. Maybe you should..." Pogue tried to reason with him, thinking that meeting the witch was something his friend needed.
"Maybe I should what, Pogue? What are you about to suggest I do?" Caleb asked in a low and threatening voice, daring his friend to finish his sentence.
Pogue remained silent as he knew what he was about to propose was not something Caleb wanted to hear. He wasn't even sure if it was something he would actually pose as a viable option but he was feeling helpless and the girl might be the only solution. He didn't want to cheat on Kate and his friend was just as adamant about not cheating on Sarah. It was an unfair and complicated situation where a lot of people could get hurt. He understood his friend's desire to stay away from the witch and the proposition died before it could even be fully formed.
"Nothing man. Go home and get some rest," he said defeated.
Caleb looked to the others to see if they had anything else to add and they looked just as defeated as Pogue. They let their friend leave, knowing it was a lost battle.
As their friend left their sight, Reid eloquently summed up the situation,
"Well that went over fucking well. What do we do?"
"We can't force him to meet her and he's not himself anyway. I don't think it's a good idea to push him," Tyler responded.
"What about you? We're meeting her at six."
Pogue contemplated Tyler's question, unsure what he should do.
"I don't know man..."
"Come on, don't be such a pussy. Tyler says she's nice and super dorky. I'm sure it'll be OK. Besides, Kate and Sarah will wonder why me and Ty are eating with her if it's the three of us. Do you really want to try to answer those questions?" Reid rationalized.
Pogue let out a deep sigh, knowing Reid was right. Caleb could run away from the witch for a while but the truth was that he had to meet her eventually. They had all grown up together so it would be off if he decided to not eat dinner with them just because of one girl.
"Fine, whatever. We'll meet you at the regular table at six?"
"Yep. See you there man," Reid said as he and Tyler left the locker room and went to their room to get ready.
A/N: Two mega chapters? What? I must love you guys. Is it because I love you guys? Yeah I love you guys!
Thanks Kynte for reviewing and I hope it was enough Pogue to please you for now, probably not because there's no such thing as enough Pogue amiright? lol
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