Chapter 7
Cole
Fang POV
"Wakey! Wakey!"
I woke up to an angelic voice.
I popped up at a horrifying thought.
I was in her house.
"Um, Danielle… We didn't…?"
"Oh, no!"
Phew!
"What's that amazing smell?"
"Oh, that… My dad's personal chef made French toast-"
At the speed of light I dashed down the stair case and was at the table within a second.
At the stove stood a pudgy man with a black pony tail on the back of his head.
"Breakfast, misur."
He spoke with a heavy French accent.
He placed a plate in front of me. It looked like a piece of art…
Edible art!
My favorite!
As I dug into my breakfast, Danielle sat down next to me.
"So, Cole. Are you free today?"
I nodded.
"You wanna hang out with me? I can show you around the city, you know?"
"Of course." I spoke with chewed up toast in my mouth.
Luckily Danielle laughed.
"Oh Cole!"
I turned my head to face her.
She was wearing a silky purple night gown looking thing.
Nudge would be able to tell you the brand and everything.
But then again, I wasn't a teenage girl.
And thank God for that.
"What, Dan?"
"Try this candy! It's delicious. You swallow it whole. Taste."
She handed me this small thing that looked like a computer chip.
If it was anyone else, I wouldn't have taken it, but I trusted Danielle, so I swallowed it.
"Doesn't really taste like anything."
"I know. That's the point!"
Ok…
"Go get changed, Cole. My older brother Mark left his old clothes when he moved to California, so choose anything you like."
"Gee, thanks Danielle."
I ran upstairs and threw on this pair of cargo pants and a black T shirt with a skull on it…
Totally my style.
I was so ready for whatever came next…
But, Danni and I were just friends at the moment.
Max was still my girl.
Danielle was a distraction.
I hoped she knew that.