Chapter 3
Nathaniel was officially on my bad side. After a week of training at his
house I wanted to slit my wrists. Okay, maybe not that far. I wasn't
completely emo over this. Oh sure the training was helping and I was
coming along at a decent pace, but it was eating up time that I coveted.
Usually, I spent my free time hanging with Kevin and our friends,
studying, reading, really just about anything that kept me active. Now
training was monopolizing all the time not spent at school. I slammed my
locker door and checked the time on my cell phone. It was 3:45 and the
final bell had just rung, ending the school day. I had twenty minutes to
get to Nathaniel's house for training. Again.
Kevin slid in front of the locker next to mine. He stared at me crossly,
with his arms folded, and frown looking out of place on his usually
smiling face.
"Did I do something to you?"
I immediately felt a wave of guilt. Sighing, I shook my head. "No, bro.
Listen I know I haven't been around much for the last couple of days-"
"Try a week," he snapped off, cutting me off. He lost his frown and
looked down at the ground, his eyes radiating sadness. "I just feel like
you’re mad at me or something. Usually we never go more than a couple of
days without hanging out."
This may seem strange to some people, but Kevin and me were close. Some
people considered us twins since we acted so alike and you could always
find one with the other. A couple of days apart were like weeks to us. We
were that close. Eww... when I thought about it like that it seemed like
we were co-dependent on one another. Oh well. He's my best friend and
will always be in my life years from now.
I tugged on his shirt to get his attention. "I'm sorry, Kev-Kev," I said
softly, using the nickname I sometimes called him. "I just have a lot on
my plate lately."
"I can tell. What's going on, Chad?" he asked, concern shining through in
his voice.
I choked. There was no way I could tell him I was a Chosen. One of four
reincarnated warriors from a millennia ago gifted with powers to fight
evil. That would be just a lovely chat. I knew it would be a hard
conversation to have, but I wanted to tell him. We kept no secrets from
each other. But Nathaniel was adamant about being me secret identity boy.
I sighed. Damn you Nathaniel. You are really screwing with my life
lately.
"I just have stuff," I replied, lamely. I winced at his crestfallen
expression. Immediately, I felt guilty again. I thought of a quick plan.
