unwrapped one of her hoodie’s drawstrings around her hand.
“She’s cool,” I replied.
Josephine shook her head, one of those knowing smiles gracing her face. I hated when she smiled at me like that. “So, you two didn’t really talk about it. Did you?”
“We talked.” Sort of.
“Oh? So what did you tell her? Did you tell her we’re time travelers who almost lost our lives? Or how you were helping me wash the blood off my hands? Or maybe that we might just be friends?”
“What does it matter?” I asked, looking at my cell phone to check the time. It was getting harder and harder to look into her eyes. Part of me wished she would pull that hood right back over her face.
“I might need to know the cover story before I return her sweatshirt to her.”
“I’ll give it to her.”
“Wow. You told her nothing. Did you?”
“That’s not true. I told her there was nothing going on with us.”
“Nothing? So, we’re not friends? I mean sure we aren’t braiding each other’s hair or playing Mash, but I thought something like a near death experience might have given us a little perspective. Or maybe it was the fact that we were told we’re partnered for a reason? But I guess like usual, I’m just nutso.”
“Josephine. Look...”
“Save it, Staus Quo. I’ll see you the next time we shift.”
Did she need a friend?
I watched her leave. I didn’t stop her. I wanted to tell her that maybe we were friends. That I was sorry I wasn’t like her. I wanted to tell her to stop making me think there was something wrong with my relationship with Jenna. But as the hallways became more and more crowded, I didn’t say anything at all.
“Look’s like there’s trouble in paradise,” someone yelled to me as I hurried to class.
Chapter 16
I made a promise to myself as I sat in the bathroom stall waiting for the shift to do its thing—whenever I found out who was doing this, choosing to make us shift whenever it suited his needs, I was going to kick him right in the balls. If it turned out to be a woman, I’d punch her straight in the boob. Like I said, you can’t call me sexist.
I was pissed because less than twenty-four hours after almost being tortured and killed by a bunch of freak plague survivors, I was once again shifting. My body was still sore from my last adventure, and who knew what awaited Josephine and me on this trip. Not to mention I had a football game to prepare for.
Apparently, there are some things more important than going to State.
With a frustrated grunt, I let the shift consume me. I didn’t fight the vision and hearing loss. I let the darkness have its way.
When I awoke I didn’t waste much time washing the blood off my face. It’s not like I had anyone to impress in this world. Josephine was probably still pissed, and unless the plague survivors were really lonely, I didn’t think they would care much how I looked either. Besides, something seemed fitting about my face being marked with blood.
Ready for battle.
Josephine was waiting for me at the school entrance with her hood pulled up. It was going to be a long day. Or hour. Or minute. However long those in charge decided we needed to be there.
Like I said...much punching would be done.
“Where shall we explore today? I’m not packing a gun, so maybe we stay close to the school?” Josephine asked dryly.
“Lead away,” I replied.
Josephine stuffed her fists in her pockets and walked ahead of me.
“How was..”
“I swear, Logan, if you ask me how my day was, I’ll punch you right in your pretty, little face.”
“You know that’s the second time you’ve told me I’m pretty?” I replied, jogging to catch up with her.
Josephine turned on me. “I’m not Jenna.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not her. You can’t use your charm to make your jackass behavior less jackass like.”
“I wasn’t trying to—”
“Of course you were. I’m all you got here. So, of
“She’s cool,” I replied.
Josephine shook her head, one of those knowing smiles gracing her face. I hated when she smiled at me like that. “So, you two didn’t really talk about it. Did you?”
“We talked.” Sort of.
“Oh? So what did you tell her? Did you tell her we’re time travelers who almost lost our lives? Or how you were helping me wash the blood off my hands? Or maybe that we might just be friends?”
“What does it matter?” I asked, looking at my cell phone to check the time. It was getting harder and harder to look into her eyes. Part of me wished she would pull that hood right back over her face.
“I might need to know the cover story before I return her sweatshirt to her.”
“I’ll give it to her.”
“Wow. You told her nothing. Did you?”
“That’s not true. I told her there was nothing going on with us.”
“Nothing? So, we’re not friends? I mean sure we aren’t braiding each other’s hair or playing Mash, but I thought something like a near death experience might have given us a little perspective. Or maybe it was the fact that we were told we’re partnered for a reason? But I guess like usual, I’m just nutso.”
“Josephine. Look...”
“Save it, Staus Quo. I’ll see you the next time we shift.”
Did she need a friend?
I watched her leave. I didn’t stop her. I wanted to tell her that maybe we were friends. That I was sorry I wasn’t like her. I wanted to tell her to stop making me think there was something wrong with my relationship with Jenna. But as the hallways became more and more crowded, I didn’t say anything at all.
“Look’s like there’s trouble in paradise,” someone yelled to me as I hurried to class.
Chapter 16
I made a promise to myself as I sat in the bathroom stall waiting for the shift to do its thing—whenever I found out who was doing this, choosing to make us shift whenever it suited his needs, I was going to kick him right in the balls. If it turned out to be a woman, I’d punch her straight in the boob. Like I said, you can’t call me sexist.
I was pissed because less than twenty-four hours after almost being tortured and killed by a bunch of freak plague survivors, I was once again shifting. My body was still sore from my last adventure, and who knew what awaited Josephine and me on this trip. Not to mention I had a football game to prepare for.
Apparently, there are some things more important than going to State.
With a frustrated grunt, I let the shift consume me. I didn’t fight the vision and hearing loss. I let the darkness have its way.
When I awoke I didn’t waste much time washing the blood off my face. It’s not like I had anyone to impress in this world. Josephine was probably still pissed, and unless the plague survivors were really lonely, I didn’t think they would care much how I looked either. Besides, something seemed fitting about my face being marked with blood.
Ready for battle.
Josephine was waiting for me at the school entrance with her hood pulled up. It was going to be a long day. Or hour. Or minute. However long those in charge decided we needed to be there.
Like I said...much punching would be done.
“Where shall we explore today? I’m not packing a gun, so maybe we stay close to the school?” Josephine asked dryly.
“Lead away,” I replied.
Josephine stuffed her fists in her pockets and walked ahead of me.
“How was..”
“I swear, Logan, if you ask me how my day was, I’ll punch you right in your pretty, little face.”
“You know that’s the second time you’ve told me I’m pretty?” I replied, jogging to catch up with her.
Josephine turned on me. “I’m not Jenna.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not her. You can’t use your charm to make your jackass behavior less jackass like.”
“I wasn’t trying to—”
“Of course you were. I’m all you got here. So, of
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