Who Knew Emos Had Superpowers!

Chapter 13 Part 2

The ending for this chappie is crazyy. Sorry for not uploading, I had it finished and everything but I went out the country for two weeks and I had no access to the Internet. Bummer, I know.

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"Alright," Zack said. "Let's go to the library and I'll tell you everything there."

"Huh," I puffed. I was still upset from earlier.

Leo had dropped us off a few blocks from the library. He wanted me to cool off my irritation against Zack before he told me about the war. Ugh, even mentioning about the subject made me uptight.

"You're gonna have to calm down. I can't tell you everything till your attitude is back to normal."

"Well, you should've told me about the war instead of almost giving me a heart attack." I grumbled.

"I'm sorry," he grabbed my arm so then I was looking up at his face. He looked so sincere and straightforward that all my anger floated into the air and I was pure again. "I promise not to shock you like that again."

I sucked in some air to stop myself from blushing. "How will I know if you're telling the truth or not?"

He dropped his hand and put both his hands into his jean pocket. "You won't. But you can take your chances on trusting me if you want." He winked and started walking on the sidewalk.

I shrugged, pulled my hair behind my ears and hurried after him so that I was walking next to him. He pulled his leather jacket around himself as a cold wind blew past us.

"God its getting cold," he breathed, letting out a wisp of a cloud from his mouth. "So whatcha doing for Thanksgiving?"

"What?" I asked.

"It's Thanksgiving Weekend you know," he said. "I thought you might go back to Chicago or something."

Oh snap, it's Thanksgiving. How could I have forgotten? That's why Dominique left the city, it's to have dinner with her aunt. How come my parents hadn't reminded me?

"Oh Chicago's too far away," I said, trying to not show my shock in my voice. "I'm just doing something with my family. Nothing big."

He nodded his head and kicked a pebble that was on the sidewalk as we continued walking.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?"

"I don't do much," he said, as a huge wind pushed us backwards. We fought it by continuing forward. "Erin's parents don't do much with relatives, so it's only me and them."

Whoa, what did he just say? Why did he bring up Erin and her family? Oh no, he didn't mean -no way. That just doesn't make any sense.

"What do you mean it's only you and them?"

He took a deep breath and turned his head towards the street, as if he was waiting for a car to drive past. But none had driven past. "I live with Erin's family cause I've got no family. My parents died in an accident and we were sort of close with Erin's family so I live with them now."

I couldn't believe it. Well, I shouldn't have just assumed he had parents, but still. This was a shocker.

I didn't know what to say. "Oh, um. Sorry."

He shrugged and turned to me. His eyes looked shinier then it had before and I realized he was about to cry. At that very moment, as he stared into my eyes, I saw something familiar. So familiar that I felt like leaning my head in to take a closer look. But I didn't. Because as soon as I was about to figure out where I might have seen him before, his face turned back to looking ahead.