Changed Time

Chapter Two

We arrived at the diner and found a booth. Zach squeezed in next to me and Wyatt slid in across from us.

"Is it normal for a kid just to walk in with a bow and arrows? How am I not getting into trouble here?" Zach looked around, practically frowning from the lack of attention from the public.

"I thought you said that Jessie would be here in five?" I asked Wyatt, ignoring Zach. "It took us seven minutes to get here." I looked around and spotted a familiar dark haired, pretty head coming from the street into the diner. "Scratch that. Here she is."

Jessie searched around for a moment, but then her green eyes spotted us. Her expression was less than welcoming.

I gulped.

She strolled over to us and flopped down into the booth, next to Wyatt. "'Sup, Wyatt?" She gave a short smile, and was frowning before anyone could register her perfect teeth. "Drew." Her eyes soften at me for a second, then they shot to a certain blonde-haired boy next to me and hardened again. "What's the friend doing here?"

Zach was staring at her, his blue eyes mesmerized. "I'm here to protect the king over here." He shot a thumb in my direction. "And perhaps save a princess?" He winked.

Two sets of green eyes rolled and the third glared at him. "Drew, I'm still thinking of doing what I wanted in the apartment."

"Oh, get a grip, Wyatt." Jessie smirked. "Let the boy dream." She put her hand on Zach's and he looked like he was going to jump out of his skin. "Zachy." She said in a sweet voice. "This." She motioned between them. "Will never happen. Even if Cupid himself shot a couple of lovey-dovey arrows in my ass. It's just not realistic."

I felt a sting of guilt. I should have warned Zach of Jessie's icy words.

Zach smirked, seemingly unfazed by her coldness. "We don't need Cupid, honey. It'll happen on it's own."

Jessie frowned, then pulled her hand away. She looked at me. "Drew." She softened her eyes. "What happened this time? Wyatt said it was different."

I shifted uncomfortably. "I...I could feel her fear, her pain." I stuttered. "And I don't know the suspects' names, or her last name."

"Suspects? They're murderers, Drew." Wyatt said coldly.

I nodded. I knew they were murderers, I just didn't want to admit it.

"He knows that, Wyatt." Jessie said softly. "What else?"

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, forcefully trying to remember every detail. "Some parts of it were blurry. It's always been crystal clear, but this one wasn't."

"Are you writing this down, Zach?" Wyatt asked.

"Should I be?" Zach asked, confused.

"Yes! We need to know all of this so if it happens again, we can see if it's getting worse or better!" Wyatt shook his head. "Do we really need this idiot?"

I nodded. "He's a good shot with a bow, and the more people the better, remember?"

"Sure, the part of me being your best friend doesn't matter, and if it's getting worse, couldn't that mean that he'll be free of it? Like, it'll go away?" Zach asked, pulling out a mini notebook. "I mean, that's a good thing, right?"

"It's both good and bad." Jessie answered. "Good, because nobody should have to endure this, but bad because these people will be getting away with murder. Also, we don't know if it'll just go away, or if something worse could happen."

"Something worse?"

"As in me dying." I sighed. "You're saying that maybe it's a part of me, if it goes away, I could go away as well."