Cami
Dev was the first to speak. "Cami," he said.
I grimaced at the three of them. "What a pleasant surprise. And to you, Dev, I was wondering why you hadn't come to Dr. White's class."
Dev turned bright red, "Yeah...about that."
I turned away from him and set my gaze on her. "Hello, Pat." I made a sarcastic frown. "I swear you said you had Chem. Engineering right now with Angel. How come it finished so early?"
She gulped hard and looked me straight in the eye and said, "We have something really important to ask you."
I wanted to know what this was about. It could be that they had got their suspicions on me. Or maybe–.
Nat pushed past me and came to my side, lacing his fingers in mine. He glared at the three of them. "You can tell us the important news."
Pat narrowed her eyes at Nat and leant forward. "Hey, you remind me...God. You're that guy who came to our room the other day!"
He nodded, a grim smile creeping up the corners of his lips, "Yeah. So we've met before. But we haven't had an intro, have we?"
Pat stiffly shook her head, her eyes dark and wide and the neck muscles tensing as she did so. "No."
Nat squeezed my hands lightly. "So you saw me the night before when I tried to talk to Cami. And you cursed towards me, recall that?" She nodded. "Well, hello, Patricia. I'm Nat, Cami's boyfriend. You know: the eighteen-year-old."
Pat curled her fingers into fists and backed away, crashing into Angel. "How..."
"How can it be me?" Nat asked for her. "It's very simple, Pat. You see, I came all the way from Malibu to see Cami, because when she left, she didn't say goodbye to me. And since Cami had never told you specific details about me, it was easy to come and see you guys."
I tightened my hand in Nat's. It must have been good that he was saying all of this to them. At least there was one secret we could admit to. *Sigh of relief*. I needed to say something. My throat was constricting and I was finding it extremely hard to breathe – ignore the fact that I could last an hour without breathing.
"Guys, whatever you want to say to me, you say to Nat as well. He's in this with me, and if this is about risking my life, then I'm opting out. Not because I'm a coward, but because it'll be stupid. None of you know my and Nat's background – neither do you know what we're capable of. Trust me. We're much more capable of what you've seen. All that you saw of me yesterday was nothing."
They didn't argue with me. Pat continued, "We're taking you somewhere you might be friends with." She grinned, "Well, it's not a 'someone' if that's what you're thinking."
I had no idea what they could be talking about. It was all a mystery. And that would mean that I would have to go. But luckily, if things got nasty, Nat and I were together and we could fight. All was good.
Nat went along with great difficulty. He really wasn't sure about it all. But Pat and Dev had reassured him it was nothing bad.
There was a lot of climbing stairs. And it was somewhere remote – tucked away from the city. We reached the top floor of the building an hour later. Angel, Dev and Pat were breathing hard, but Nat and I weren't. We were standing on top of a roof, standing in a line gazing down at the drop – at least twenty story's high. The wind blew us toward the drop, which was a downside. As you looked down, about seven stories down was another type of roof, it was less sturdy and maybe an old roof of an abandoned building. Nat and I could tell it had been trampled on millions of times. And at the end of that roof, there was an electrical wire leading down towards the ground.
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Haunted by the Immortals
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