The Haven High Book Series (Wattys2017)

Chapter 25

Thursday and Friday turned out to pretty normal which was a godsend for Kyle after the nearly month long ups and downs he had experienced. Jonah showed up for the club on Thursday evening, a new kid. Kyle guessed he just needed someone to finally show him they gave a shit. Finding out Bruno and Bo cared certainly helped him turn his life around.

This weekend was going to be a busy one what with his volunteer work and rewriting his paper but tonight was all his. He intended to cut loose and have some fun, and it was about time too.

Travis was in the shower getting ready while he picked out the right outfit for tonight. He decided on his best jeans and a designer tee plus his gray leather biker jacket. Too bad he didn't have a new pair of kicks to go with it. He sighed when he looked at his old pair of Vans and thought maybe if he cleaned them up, and went in search of some cleaning supplies.

A half an hour later after getting Bo's advice on what to use on his once white kicks he was surprised to learn that peroxide did the trick. Who knew? Now they were looking just like new.

Travis was finally ready and it was time to bounce. Ryan came by to pick them up -- he was still on escort duty even though they hadn't sensed anyone following them in days, but Kyle had to suppose that they hadn't sensed Lily before either. So yeah they would all take an Uber to the club.

He couldn't wait to turn sixteen. Bruno promised when they both turned sixteen he'd help them fix up a junker. Kyle was turning sixteen in a month Travis already did in January. It was a hard day for him every year actually, since he was found wandering alone in the Rockies, no one truly knew his real birthday so they just picked the first day of the year. Kyle felt sorry for him the random day must be a constant reminder of what he'd lost.

Travis told him once that he just looks at it like having a birthday on the 30th of February. But all joking aside it truly sucks some times to be a halfblood.

When the Uber arrived and parked at the curb, Kyle dove in first and slid across the seat to the opposite door to take a window seat.

Ryan balked, "No way! not fair," but taking one look at Travis' enormous size he didn't even bother to ask him to sit in the middle, instead he reluctantly took the spot in his place even though Travis offered, he made a point of sparing a begrudging look at Kyle before doing it though.

They arrived at the club to find they were the first ones there and promptly secured their normal seating arrangement on the invisible balcony. There were no cocktail waitresses on the floor at club NYX -- there never were. The philosophy of the owner was if you weren't willing to wait at the bar for your next drink you didn't want one bad enough.

Kyle was true to his word and went up for the first round with Travis. He'd have to gift Travis the amount needed. He'd never been able to gift himself in the entire time he'd known about his talent, which was probably a really good thing -- considering. He'd probably turn in to a real douche bag if he could have anything he wanted.

He got him and Travis a bud and tall glass of coke for Ryan. He never asked if Ryan didn't drink because he was Muslim, and he never would. A person's religious background just wasn't a big deal in the magical world probably because a lot of fullbloods were around since Jesus wore sandals, figuratively and literally.

One by one the gang showed up. And . . . my . . . oh my . . . the girls were on point tonight.

Meg was dresses in a low cut red dress that nearly showed off her navel, and she wasn't shy about it either. You just got to love shifters.