Krys
I hate Matt. I was wrong about him. I can’t believe I snuck out the garden every night to see him just so he could turn around and shoot my best friend. My best friend who’s now too afraid to come back and visit Le Café. I go her house almost every day to comfort her. No one knows she got shot. Not her parents or other friends. Just Super Six. If she told anyone she might expose Super Six. We just healed her with the healing medicine and she was fine. “I can’t believe him.” I whine to her in her bed room. It’s all pink and lavender and girly. I think it’s gross. We don’t have a lot in common but somehow it seems to make us better friends. May nods quietly. “I mean, after all the things he said about liking me and thinking I was beautiful, it was just an act.” I explain to her. May sighs. “I hate him now too but I don’t think he was playing with you. I think Rob and Scotch made him do it.” She replies softly. I freeze and stare at her. Of all the people I would think she’d hate Matt the most.
“Hey Krys,” John begins at Le Café the next day. “Yeah?” I ask. “Are you still mad at Matt?” he asks. Has the whole world gone crazy? He almost killed someone. Then tries to kiss me less than a minute later. “Yes!” I shout. “Oh . . . well . . . uh . . . maybe you should forgive him.” John stutters nervously. I raise one eyebrow. “I though you hated him too.” I say annoyed. “I don’t.” he says firmly. “He shot May right in front of you! How can you be okay with that?” I snap. “Rob and Scotch made him! He gave us a chance to run but we didn’t!” he insists. I study him. This is new information. “He did?” I ask quickly. John nods. For a moment I wonder what a flirt like him is doing hooking up two younger children who want to kill each other. “Maybe I’ll forgive him,” I begin. He looks too happy. “But maybe I won’t.”
The next day at Le Café, we get an unexpected visitor. One of the first customers who’s not an old lady. Matt walks in. It feels kind of weird to see him without his yellow glow and huge ears. When he's not transformed. Matt looks confident, happy and stronger. When he is transformed he looked scared and weak and maybe even . . . cute. When he walks in Hunter and Jenny bombard him with questions. “What are you doing here?” “Haven’t you done enough?” “Yeah! You’re stupid friend shot my girlfriend and her best friend.” “And you shot May!” Matt backs away timidly. So much for his confidence and happiness. Without any other ideas, I sneak out the back door. The sun is creeping down below the trees in the distance. I sit in the tall grass and think. I hear the back door squeak. I whirl around to see Matt. I debate whether I should run or just kiss him now.
He sits down left to me. I scoot my way away from him. “I . . . um . . . I got something for you.” He mumbles pulling something out of his pocket. He pulls out a big blue and purple flower. It looks like one from the garden. It looks a little crushed after being in his pocket but it is admittedly pretty. He hands it to me. “Thanks.” I mumble trying to sound sarcastic but sounding sincere. “Look, I’m sorry I shot May. I really am. It doesn’t matter that Rob and Scotch made me and some stupid flower isn’t going to make up for it.” He declares. I spin the flower around in between my fingers watching it turn from blue to purple. “Well it is a nice flower.” I joke. We both laugh nervously. The next thing I do surprises him and even me. I lean in and kiss his cheek.
He perks up. “Krys!” he cheers happily and blushing. I blush too. “I forgive you . . .” I begin. “And I’ll try not to get mad if you hurt us. Just try your best not to.” I insist. It’s a lot to ask of me to just blow it off when Matt hurts my friends. For a moment, I know I can do it for Matt. “Thanks.” He whispers happily. “I'm not supposed to tell you this but on April 20th Rob and Scotch are planning a mass murder. Planting bombs anywhere they can think to and shooting as many people as they can. That school shooting was their first step.” Matt explains. My eyes widen. “But I think you six can stop them.” He adds quickly but confidently. I nod a teeny bit. I feel Matt’s hands align with mine as we watch the sunset. I think about how strong Super Six is. Can we stop two deranged murder’s massacre? Maybe . . . just maybe we can.
