Wait for me...

Chapter 4: I object and he adjectives, so what happened to the verb?

Chapter 4: I object and he adjectives, so what happened to the verb?

“Well now I have two psychic medians as my friends I guess I’d better try to believe. But I need to know what’s happening. Why is it only you two?” Jo demanded.

“Cos our names have five letters and your name has two?” Lucca suggested.

“That’s not a valid point,” He rolled his eyes, “I object.”

“Well I adjective,” Lucca counteracted. I glared at him. It was one of our jokes that we had when we were younger. When we were still friends. Way to lighten the mood. Bring back the unwanted past. Good job Lucca. You failed. Miserably too, you moron.

“How’d you even bring a gun to school?” I asked.

“Hey when you say that you want to get trained and join the army they teach you a couple of tricks,” Jo shrugged, “So what’s with you two hearing people repeat Jesse’s name? He doesn’t seem that popular.”

“That’s because I’m not a jerk and I don’t leave my friends behind,” I continued to glare at Lucca who growled in response.

“I didn’t ask for this to happen Jesse.”

“Oh yeah you did!” I yelled. Lucca took a step forward but was stopped when Jo pressed the barrel of his gun to his forehead.

“Don’t move,” He warned, “I have a gun and if you try to hurt him or if he tries to hurt you I will fire.”

“You wouldn't really hurt us would you?” I asked anxiously. Jo raised an eyebrow at my question.

“Do you really think I won’t?”

“Uh yeah. You’re trying to prevent us from hurting each other and if we attempt to you’ll hurt us?” This time I was the one doing the eyebrow raising. Jo seemed to think for a while before he tightened his grip on the gun.

“Yeah,” He nodded, “Got a problem with that?”

“Yeah! You could shoot us? Hello? I want to be able to live!” Lucca yelled waving his arms around.

“Well then both of you better just start talking and leave each other alone,” He commanded. We sighed and I sat down. Lucca leant against the wall and stared at the floor. I stared at the ceiling and Jo watched us as he pocketed the guns.

“Ok there’s no need to scream and panic but all I heard was someone saying Jesse’s name,” Lucca seemed to direct the conversation towards Jo and away from me. Suits me. I didn't want to talk to him.

“Are you sure?” I raised an eyebrow, questioning him. Hey even if I didn’t want to talk to him I still had to find out.

“Absolutely.”

“Well I’ve heard someone calling my name even when there’s no-one there. And there was this one time I felt hands touching my face and I could feel someone whispering into my ear. The temperature seems to drop by a lot when it happens. Then there’s that strange feeling like there’s someone or something with me. It feels as if I’m living in a dream-”

“Dream? The way you describe it sounds more like a nightmare,” Jo shuddered.

“It is a nightmare,” I agreed, “We need to find out what it is.”

“How?” The two of them stared at me. I looked away.

“I don’t know,” I replied honestly.

Planning. I just hated planning things like these. I hated plans that involved stakeouts in my room and cameras everywhere. It made me feel like I was on a TV show and someone was just going to jump out and say that the program’s earnt five million dollars. What if I did something wrong and that presence didn’t come again? I’d look like a crazy idiot to people who believed me a few hours ago. Most people thought I was an idiot and crazy anyway. It just seems so normal now to attract weird stares and be the source of all conversations about circuses and freak shows.