The Psychic Keeper

Chapter Three

"So this is what you've been doing?" A hoarse voice said. I opened my eyes, slightly annoyed at the fact that my nap was disturbed when the bell for the next period rang. "You could've at least texted me before ditching." Mikayla said, plopping down on the grass beside me.

"Don't you have class?" I yawned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

She pulled out a water bottle and took a long sip of it, "I told the teacher I was sick and she sent me out." She wiped her mouth and cleared her throat. "I'm never drinking again." She croaked out, leaning her back on the tree with her hands behind her head. I gave her a small laugh and closed my eyes again, using my bag as a pillow wasn't too bad. Not bad at all.

"How are you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and without opening my eyes, I muttered, "I've been better." Mikayla stayed quiet, signalling that she was ready for me to start giving her more information - And I caved. "I'm worried about my mom. If you saw how she looked like . . . I just hope she's gonna be okay."

She nodded quietly, "How's Finn?" She asked with a teasing tone. I could practically hear the grin on her mouth. My heart rose and dropped at the mention of his name, thinking back to the moment we had on the rooftop. I started to tell her about the event, when my mind wandered to the creepy dream I had.

"Wait, so he literally texted what you dreamt?"

"Yeah, it was the same. Not one thing different."

"That's kind of cool, though, isn't it?"

"Sure, me being dragged by who knows what and choking to death was so cool." I rolled my eyes at her and she laughed.

"I didn't mean that, I meant you seeing the future." A second passed before she added, "If you could."

"I don't know," I breathed. "In theory, sure, but if all I would see are possible deaths," I shivered slightly and shook my head, "Can you imagine the amount of therapy I would have to take?" I said half-joking, half-seriously.

I opened my eyes to see that Mikayla had a smile tugging at the end of her mouth, "True," She looked at me with sympathy in her eyes, "It's gonna be okay. I'm here for you, Blue." I thanked her. She then grinned and said, "And you also have Finn," I groaned and lightly pushed her.

She laughed and pushed me back, which turned into us bickering. Not long after, the school bell rang, signalling lunch break. Mikayla and I immediately made our way to the school cafeteria because fortunately, the school had decent choices. After we bought our meals - Mine was Mac&Cheese while Mikayla got fried rice; The cafeteria was filled with hungry teenagers.

A horrifying sight, truly.

We sat at an empty table and began eating our meal. The silence between us was comfortable it lasted for a while, before a figure passed by my back and took the seat beside me. "Hey," Finn placed his tray of burger and fries on the table and gave me a smile.

I nod at him as a sign of acknowledgement. I put on my best poker face, but my heart was racing. "How are you?" He asked me, genuine concern lacing his voice.

"I'm doing okay. And you?"

"I'm fine." He replied with a slight gruffy voice.

"Are you sure? I got your texts, you know." I said, with an obvious teasing tone in my voice.

He coughed and took a drink of his water, his cheeks were beginning to get red from embarrassment. Clearing his throat, he responded, "In my defense, the alcohol was speaking for me."