Hooded Teens

Chapter 26

BRANDON'S POV

AUGUST 19TH

I opened my eyes. There was only black. I'm... Dead...

"Are you okay?" Austin mumbled.

"Huh?" I grabbed the bed. I'm not dead. Austin reached behind me and turned on the lamp.

"Holy crap Brandon, you soaked in sweat and tears! What's wrong?"

"I had a nightmare. Long story short, you went missing, I was about to die, and then you appeared, and then I died in your arms."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He hugged me. "I love you."

"I love you too, babe," I replied.

PEYTON'S POV

4:05 P.M.

"Izzy? Hello?" I said, trying to find Isabel. We got really bored, so we began playing tag, and it somehow turned into hide-and-seek.

I heard a movement. I used my speed to leap onto Isabel.

"Ow," she laughed.

I stared into her light blue eyes. They are so beautiful. She leaned closer. I leaned closer. Our lips touched, and we began kissing. I heard footsteps. I pulled away.

"Hey, why'd ya pulled away?" She said, as if she was in a trance.

"I hear someone," I warned.

"Isabel? Peyton? We need to have an important meeting. Very important." Austin said.

A few minutes later, our squad was in Austin's room. It was surprisingly clean. It has always been clean.

"What is it?" Isabel asked.

Austin paused. Brandon looked at him. Austin rubbed his forehead.

"Your father... He's back," Austin finally said. "He's on the newspaper."

"John," I said, clenching my fists. We have to finish him.

SEPTEMBER 1ST

We've been practicing ever since that meeting, and saved as much money as we could. We even got jobs at some local restaurants. Austin and Brandon work at Sonic, and Isabel and I work at Starbucks. We were lucky enough to work with the person we're dating. We've improved a lot, and saved up a lot of money.

Someone was banging on our door.

"Yes?" I heard Isabel answer. Then I heard screaming from excitement. I decided to see who was there.

"Boston?" I asked.

"Yes, that's me!" He responded.

"Why are you here? And how did you find out where we live?" Isabel asked.

"Answer one: to help you train. Answer two: I have my ways."

"Help us train? How did you find out?" I questioned.

"Newspapers, that kind of stuff," he answered. "I figured that you guys would've found out and have been training."

He walked inside, carrying a briefcase. He sat down at the table, and set it down. He shakily opened it, and stared at the contents.

"These... These will help you win. I'll have to help you get used to these, and you won't like it, but it's the only way before he gets stronger," he said, referring to John.

We practiced as much as we could, but it was difficult. Boston gave us special training suits. It helped make us stronger, but I was painful. Eventually, we were ready to fight.