Hunting Mya Jones (First Rewrite)

In the cards

                  I sip the tea that Montgomery handed me. He sits down on a chair across the living room from me. Misty is sitting beside me. Montgomery sturs his tea, "You're lucky I don't have a class today until two," he says. He had changed his clothes while we were waiting for the tea. Now he is in a white polo-shirt (surprise), and black pants. He brushed his hair too. I almost want to chuckle because just yesterday he was questioning me on caring what other people think, but then I remember that he's already a self-aware hypocrite. I had told them the whole story already by this point, yet another thing that happened while waiting for tea water.

"No offence, but why were you with this guy?" Misty asks.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Stupidity?"

"Agreed," Montgomery brings his teacup to his mouth and takes a sip. "Good job taking down that that Weeping Widow by yourself, that's impressive," I guess his tea is too hot because now he's just sitting with open like some kind of pathetic dragon, "too hot."

"Don't hurt yourself," Misty chimes in.

"Too late," he sets his teacup down on the coffee table in front of him.

"So, what do I do?" I ask, trying to get back on topic.

"Well, I don't see any strong connections except that whoever is doing this to you knows about the ghost," Montgomery sits back in his seat. "Let me ask around, I might know someone who can shed some light on this situation. I already have an idea of who to ask," He says, "He owes me a favour anyway."

"Wait, you have friends?" Misty asks.

"Outside of school, yes. I normally don't talk to them much when I trying to focus on my studies, but clearly, this is a matter of importance." He picks up his teacup and takes another sip before quickly pulling it away, "I forgot that it's too hot." Misty and I both start to chuckle at his tea misfortune. He notices, "Are laughing at me?"

"Noooo," Misty starts, "Why would you think that?"

"Good news, Montgomery," I chuckle, "we can confirm you are in fact a human!"

"What do you mean, a human? What did you think I am?" He asks.

"A robot!" Misty burst out into a roar of laughter.

"Welcome to the possibility of friends..." I chuckled along.

"You know," Misty started, "maybe Montgomery isn't as annoying as I thought he was." Misty and I are stuffing our faces full of dragon rolls.

"Oddly enough, he started seeming less annoying yesterday, like, a normal person," I say as I try to hold the roll in my mouth.

"Hmm, well, I hope he can help at least," she shoves another roll in her mouth.

"His roommate was kinda cute right?" She just looks at me while chewing. "Yeah?"

"Jake, the guy that eats toothpaste?"

"I mean, at least he has fresh breath," She started to break up and chuckle, "What, he's kinda cute."

"You're unbelievable."

               It took me a long time to feel okay after Jordon's passing. My parents tried not to blame me for failing to look after him. Everyone was so proud of him when he graduated early. I know that he originally didn't like Brad. He chose to give him chance after chance, really trying to like him because I did, even though our parents didn't. He didn't deserve what happened. I sit on my bed by myself, thinking more than I should. I don't know why I opened my old text Messages with Brad, where I kept asking where Jordon is. I just can't understand why he would take a young inexperienced teenager to hunt something like a coven of Weeping Widows. I know I should stop thinking about it. I toss my phone to the end of my bed. I lie down on my bed and just close my eyes. I'm not trying to sleep, just not think anymore. I hear the sound of paper sliding under my door. Jumping up quickly, I rip my door open and step out to see who was there, but the hallway was empty. I turn back around to see yet another letter sitting on my stupid floor. "This is getting ridiculous, who are you?" I pick up the letter, "I love you so much! But like, okay, stranger!" I open the letter,