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Chapter 5 Rory

HOLY CRAP. ZEKE KNOWS ABOUT MY POWERS AND KNOWS I KNOW THAT HE HAS POWERS. ON TOP OF THAT HARPER HAS POWERS TOO. HOLY CRAP.

What am I going to do?

Harper storms out of the detention room. I rush by Mrs. Mort who couldn't care less about anything happening. She doesn't even mention that Harper has that white foam stuff from the fire extinguisher on her. Zeke runs out after me. "Hurry up dude, we have to catch up with her," I call over my shoulder to Zeke. He was falling behind a little.

Harper is standing in the parking lot speaking into her cell phone. "Hello. Dad?" she says and then is quiet for a second while whoever is on the other end of the line talks, her Dad I'm assuming. "Yeah it's Harper. Can you come pick me up from school?" she asks. She doesn't notice me yet because she's facing away from the door of the school. I snatch the phone out of her hands. She whirls around and glares at me. "Hi Mr. Harper's dad. I'm Harper's friend Rory and I would be glad to drive her home in an hour or so," I announce. Harper jumps, trying to grab her phone back from me but I'm too tall. She can't reach. Zeke is here now. He distracts Harper by slipping her backpack right off her back and skipping around the parking lot the best he can with his prosthetic leg. She chases him, leaving me alone. Harper's dad says, "All right Rory. I just want her home before nine so she has time to do her homework." He thinks there's homework on the first day of school? "Yes sir," I say. "Alright. Goodbye," he says before hanging up. That guy was so distracted it's ridiculous. He seemed to care just as little as Mrs. Mort, maybe a little more.

Harper has managed to retrieve her schoolbag from Zeke. She marches up to me and yanks her phone back out of my hands. "Well, Harper, I wouldn't get angry at me if I were you because 1, you might burst into flames again and 2, I'm you're ride home," I say casually. "What?" she yelps. "And first we're making a detour at my place," I say. I know I'm smirking. "What?" she yelps again. She looks horrified. "Relax I'm not going to murder you or anything, but I have no guarantees on what Zeke will do," I laugh. She still looks horrified. "Dude, I'll follow you," Zeke says. I nod in agreement. He walks into the parking lot toward wherever his car is.

I grab Harper's hand and practically drag her to my motorcycle. The look on her face is priceless. My motorcycle is a red Harley-Davidson FLD Dyna Switchback. "I have to get on that," she says sounding excited, horrified, and angry all at once. "Don't worry. I always bring an extra helmet," I say, trying to sound comforting. I can tell she really is a little intimidated by my Harley. Zeke pulls up in a slightly beat up pick up truck and yells, "Hurry up ya slowpokes." I hop on my sweet motorcycle and put my helmet on. I hand my extra one to Harper. She puts it on and fastens it tight. "Don't choke yourself," I tease. She just glares at me. Harper reluctantly slides onto the motorcycle behind me and grabs onto my shirt to keep herself from falling. "You ready?" I ask, starting the engine. Harper nods and grabs me around the waist. That girl is going to choke me. I pull out of the parking lot at about five miles an hour. Barely fast enough to actually be moving. As soon as we pull out on to the road I speed up to the speed limit and Harper squeezes me even tighter, if that's possible. I am choked for another twelve minutes, all the way to my house.

It's a rather large house, so I'm not surprised when Harper tries not to be gawking at it and fails horribly. She's impressed. Zeke on the other hand just looks at it once and shrugs. Now he's looking down. He always looks down. I want to know why. Why does he always look down? Why does he only look down outside of school? Why in school be the class clown? Why? Why? Why?

I don't want to sound like a snobby rich kid when I say stuff like this but I know I sound like one. I used to show off stuff like my house and other expensive stuff, but I try to avoid that as much as possible now. I would tell you why, but that's a story for another time.

"Come on then, let's go inside," I say. "Your house, it's huge," Harper says, clearly impressed. Zeke looks up when she says this, then shrugs, then looks down again. I just don't get him.

I open one of the double front doors into the opening hall. Expensive artwork hangs on the pea green walls. My favorite piece of art is the Alexander Calder mobile we have hanging in one of the two dining rooms. Yes, you read that right. Two dining rooms.

Harper runs ahead and admires the copy of Horse Fair (Rosa Bonheur) we have. It's not the original one, it's a sketch of it done by one of the local artists. It is pretty well done. "This is amazing. I wish I could draw like this," Harper gushes. Okay, I'm never going to get her away from that picture.

She's halfway down the hall. Zeke and I are still standing near the entrance. Suddenly Zeke looks up and grins. Should I be worried. He slides his shoes off and whispers at me to do the same. I think I know where he's going with this and I like his idea. "Harper," he yells sounding horrified and angry, "You didn't take your shoes off! You're getting the carpet dirty." Her face flushes red with embarrassment and then turns white with horror. She rushes back to me and gushes about how sorry she is.

I ccan't hold it in anymore. I burst out laughing. "Dude, she totally fell for it," Zeke gasps between fits of laughter. Harper's face flushes fire truck red. "Alright, sorry Harper. You were just too easy to prey on. Let's go get something to eat," I say because even though I've only known her for a day, I know she angers easily.

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I know, I know. I posting this late but I have a good reason. Something funky was happening with the WiFi and then when I got it back, I forgot my password. It's all good now so ddon't worry. Sorry for any weird grammar or spelling in the chapter.

Until Saturday,

Ginger