I don't know what I expected, really. Matthew to be waiting for me at the entrance to the school, or in the gym? Waiting for me to run up to him and proclaim my new revelation - that of my not caring about what he was, that of my just wanting to be with him, if he was willing?

If that was my plan, I was sorely disappointed.

Matthew Black was not in school.

I waited. And waited. And waited more.

It was excruciating.

The desire to see him, to tell him the news, to actually try a real - relationship - with him was utterly overwhelming.

I had to see him.

I was anxious and fidgety all through gym, failing miserably in my volleyball match.

He never showed.

The day dragged by at an almost painful rate. I'd never known a day could take so long.

It sure didn't take long for me to be reduced into a pile of pitiful, bitter feelings.

Why the hell couldn't he have shown up in school?

What kind of person - or being for that matter - drops the kind of news that he'd dropped on me and then just disappeared, not offering any type of reassurance, explanations, or curiosity as to my reaction?

It seemed a little ridiculous.

By the time Science rolled around, I was so unbelievably frustrated, I could have punched someone.

I sat down angrily in my usual place next to Lorraine Black.

Then I froze.

Lorraine was always sitting in her seat before I got there, looking away or down or wherever, her long black hair forming an ominous curtain between us. She always ignored me, and - until now - I'd ignored her.

Today was no exception; there she sat - as cool and distant as always.

Matthew Black was not in school today.

Lorraine Black was.

If Matthew Black was a werewolf, and they were siblings with apparently the same - talents - surely that made Lorraine a werewolf too... right?

Had I really been so daft as to never have let this thought occur to me?

I'd come to accept Matthew's werewolf-ness. I'd always felt that there was something extraordinary about him. I was okay with him as he was. But Lorraine - Lorraine with her penetrating stare and withdrawn, icy personality.

I was not okay with Lorraine being one.

Indeed, it was easy to see Lorraine as evil - more so than I'd ever been able to slightly imagine Matthew.

But I needed to talk to her, especially if I was ever going to talk to Matthew again.

I supposed it was better to get things out of the way.

"Lorraine?" I asked softly, staring at the deep black, impenetrable wall of hair. I cleared my throat.

Then - in what seemed like less than a second - in what was, at any rate, a seemingly inconceivable speed - she was staring at me, her hair perfect and apparently unmoved, her beatific face impassive with an underlying invasively curious and angry tone, her striking green eyes meeting mine, boring their way into my soul.

I was taken aback and temporarily lost my train of thought.

"What?" she asked softly, pulling me back into my previous state of mind.

"Um. Just that - well, where is Matthew today?"

She raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"How should I know?" she asked condescendingly, "It wasn't my turn to watch him."

"But - you're siblings. Don't you know where he is when he misses school?"

Her gaze intensified. I felt as if she was searching my brain for answers to unasked questions.

The corners of her mouth lifted an infestimenial amount.

"We're seniors in high school. I don't have to babysit him," she scoffed.

"Even so, you'd think - well, never mind," I continued, "but can you at least tell him something from me when you see him next? Please?"

"What might this something be?" she asked nonchalantly, her stare never wavering.

"Well - just that - I need to talk to him," I said, "As soon as possible. And that it's very important."

Her eyes flooded with a sudden disappointment.

"Is that all?" She asked tightly.

"Yes," I confirmed, and stared back at her, thinking that even if she had been able to search my soul, she wouldn't have found any answers or further information.

"Fine," she sighed, rolling her eyes and turning away again.

The curtain of hair had been reconstructed. Apparently that was the end of that conversation.

I could concentrate even less for the duration of that class then I'd been able to do the entire day. I kept glancing at Lorraine, studying her, and trying not to think the thoughts that wanted to be thought.

Finally, FINALLY, the bell rang. I was out of my seat and out the door in record time. I had to be away from Lorraine to think freely.

Something had occurred to me; a theory that I really didn't want to think out in her presence... in case I was correct.

I remembered the first day of school. I remembered thinking that it seemed almost as if Lorraine could read - thoughts. I had, of course, scoffed at my stupid idea and felt rather foolish for entertaining it for as long as I had.

But bits of information had been added to my brain since that first encounter.

I knew several important things now.

I knew that Matthew was not human - and since Lorraine was his twin, surely that meant that she was not a normal being either. She seemed more like a mythical creature than Matthew, anyhow.

Maybe Lorraine Black could read minds.

Hadn't Matthew said he was sort of a 'Super Werewolf?' what did that mean? Is that why he couldn't tell me what he was? Was he some sort of secret superhero? Did all those comic books, movies, and stories about said super beings have some original basis in fact? Perhaps these people lived around the world, masquerading as ordinary folk whilst secretly harboring super powers?

Perhaps Lorraine's power was being able to read minds. Perhaps Matthew's was the immense strength and speed I'd seen him execute in his effort to rescue me. Plus he was a werewolf! The world got crazier every minute!

I shook my head as I made my way out of the building - there was no point to finishing the school day; I'd get nothing out of it.

I walked home, my thoughts extremely repetitive.

My house was towards the edge of town; about three blocks of fairly spaced houses separated it from thick woods. It took me about fifteen minutes to get there.

I went straight up to my bedroom and threw myself onto my bed. The day had seemed seventeen times longer than it actually had been.

I had to talk to Matthew.

I had to distract myself.

What to do, what to do?

I could read a book. I could watch television. Or... I could think of Matthew.

Stupid! I told myself, He wasn't in school today, remember? Maybe everything he said yesterday - about us - was a lie after all.

My mind instantly shrank away in pained fear of such thoughts. No. Something must have happened. There must be some logical and acceptable reason for his absence.

There had to be.

I sighed, closed my eyes, and drifted off, thinking of Matthew.

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