items . . . no matter how pointless. It’s pretty entertaining seeing people’s reactions. Especially yours.” He winks at me.
Ugh . Why do boys have to be so weird ?
“Uh. . . If you don’t mind my asking, when do we get to go home?” I ask, ready to be rid of this place and be back in my comfort zone. Back to where there is a drop of sanity left in the world, if there is any that is.
Derek looks crestfallen and gives a low sigh. “Oh alright. But why the hurry? I hope it isn’t because of magnificent ol’ me,” he waggles an eyebrow.
“I think you need to check your ego at the door, Der, because there is no way that fat ego of yours is going to fit in the Jeep. I don’t care how spacious it is. But, yes. Part of it, anyways.”
“ Humph . You are no fun, Katie-Pie.”
“Ugh, get me out of here before I gag. I’ve had enough,” Maggie stands and moves towards the door that must lead to the outside world.
“Aww, don’t be like that.” Derek chuckles, following her. “Are you coming?” he directs at me since I haven’t moved yet. I’m too busy shuddering over the “Katie-Pie” comment. Seriously? What was up with this dude? Does he flirt with everyone, or something?
Players must play, and all. . . Derek was definitely in the game.
9. Home
We go back to Maggie’s place first. It seems as if very little time has passed . It was night when we left the tree and it was still pitch black outside before the curtains to the glass ceiling were drawn; now stars dot the sky but there is a smudge of red on the eastern horizon. Early morning. Very early morning to be exact. The dash in Derek’s Jeep reads just after 5 a.m.
As we ride I wonder if anyone has noticed our absence. Surely Parker has since we were supposed to have a sleep over there last night. What about his windows? Did he call the cops? Report us missing? Or has he not come back from wherever he went when Maggie kicked him out of his own, for lack of a better word, house? I hope it’s the latter of those or else we’re toast. Burnt, severely overdone , throw me in the waste basket, tossed out to the birds for mid-morning snack, toast.
Granted that’s a little melodramatic . . . but still. How exactly are we going to explain that Faeries broke in and kidnapped us? I’m sure we would be committed immediately. So that option is out of the question. But what are we supposed to say in lieu of the truth? No one would believe the truth. So, we would have to lie. I hate lying.
“Hey, Derek?” I ask as he’s putting the car in park in front of the apartment complex.
“Hmm?” he turns in his seat towards me.
“What are we going to say to Parker? We can’t very well tell him the truth.”
He looks confused. “Who’s Parker?”
“My brother, you idiot!” Maggie leans forward between the two front seats, intersecting us. I can’t see her face but I know by her rigid posture that she’s glaring at him.
“Sheesh, calm down,” Derek cringes, pulling at his shirt collar. “You need an alibi—”
“Oh, so we’re criminals now?” Maggie cuts in.
“Maggie, hush!” I tell her. She falls back to the back seat with a groan. “Will you come with us? Explain our disappearance? Because I’ve got nothing and I’m a horrible liar.”
“I doubt you’ll need me,” he sighs. “But if you’d like me to, then I will.”
“Thanks.” I open my door.
Maggie
Ugh . Why do boys have to be so weird ?
“Uh. . . If you don’t mind my asking, when do we get to go home?” I ask, ready to be rid of this place and be back in my comfort zone. Back to where there is a drop of sanity left in the world, if there is any that is.
Derek looks crestfallen and gives a low sigh. “Oh alright. But why the hurry? I hope it isn’t because of magnificent ol’ me,” he waggles an eyebrow.
“I think you need to check your ego at the door, Der, because there is no way that fat ego of yours is going to fit in the Jeep. I don’t care how spacious it is. But, yes. Part of it, anyways.”
“ Humph . You are no fun, Katie-Pie.”
“Ugh, get me out of here before I gag. I’ve had enough,” Maggie stands and moves towards the door that must lead to the outside world.
“Aww, don’t be like that.” Derek chuckles, following her. “Are you coming?” he directs at me since I haven’t moved yet. I’m too busy shuddering over the “Katie-Pie” comment. Seriously? What was up with this dude? Does he flirt with everyone, or something?
Players must play, and all. . . Derek was definitely in the game.
9. Home
We go back to Maggie’s place first. It seems as if very little time has passed . It was night when we left the tree and it was still pitch black outside before the curtains to the glass ceiling were drawn; now stars dot the sky but there is a smudge of red on the eastern horizon. Early morning. Very early morning to be exact. The dash in Derek’s Jeep reads just after 5 a.m.
As we ride I wonder if anyone has noticed our absence. Surely Parker has since we were supposed to have a sleep over there last night. What about his windows? Did he call the cops? Report us missing? Or has he not come back from wherever he went when Maggie kicked him out of his own, for lack of a better word, house? I hope it’s the latter of those or else we’re toast. Burnt, severely overdone , throw me in the waste basket, tossed out to the birds for mid-morning snack, toast.
Granted that’s a little melodramatic . . . but still. How exactly are we going to explain that Faeries broke in and kidnapped us? I’m sure we would be committed immediately. So that option is out of the question. But what are we supposed to say in lieu of the truth? No one would believe the truth. So, we would have to lie. I hate lying.
“Hey, Derek?” I ask as he’s putting the car in park in front of the apartment complex.
“Hmm?” he turns in his seat towards me.
“What are we going to say to Parker? We can’t very well tell him the truth.”
He looks confused. “Who’s Parker?”
“My brother, you idiot!” Maggie leans forward between the two front seats, intersecting us. I can’t see her face but I know by her rigid posture that she’s glaring at him.
“Sheesh, calm down,” Derek cringes, pulling at his shirt collar. “You need an alibi—”
“Oh, so we’re criminals now?” Maggie cuts in.
“Maggie, hush!” I tell her. She falls back to the back seat with a groan. “Will you come with us? Explain our disappearance? Because I’ve got nothing and I’m a horrible liar.”
“I doubt you’ll need me,” he sighs. “But if you’d like me to, then I will.”
“Thanks.” I open my door.
Maggie
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