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Chapter 10: Day of the Dead

A/N: Wow guys! I made it to the double digit of chapters on this book x] I'm so happy. So I'm updating this on Halloween, so I'd like to wish you guys a happy Halloween, Day of the Dead, All Hallows Eve, Whatever you celebrate! Enjoy it! <3

Zoey:

I sat just outside the football stadium, curled up and crying. I had been attacked, just like I knew I would have. Max had told me to run, and then the other kids had started screaming. What was going on back there?

"Zoey?" 

I looked up, tears running down my face and saw Max, a flash of pain going through his face, "Why are you crying?"

"Oh God, tell me you didn't kill them Max, there will be more blame put on me!" I cried out.

"I beat up a jock who tried to jump me after you ran off is all," Max replied and he sat down beside me, "Damn, they got you good."

I winced as his fingers brushed across the gash on the back of my head. I hadn't even realized how much pain was radiating from my head until now.

"Jesus, you're freezing too," Max grimaced and took off his jacket, wrapping it around me, then he pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me.

Warmth radiated through me instantly, and I breathed in deeply, his scent was amazing.

"Class won't be over for another thirty minutes," Max said, looking in the direction of the school.

I really studied Max then, his hair was short and dark blond, almost black and he had blue eyes that seemed almost to sparkle in the shady sun.

"Tommorow is The Day of the Dead," Max said.

"Mhm," I said quietly.

"What are you doing for it?" He asked.

"Nothing planned, mom is more into the oujia board kind of approach so I tend to stay away," I said.

"Leila and I have to take my little brother trick or treating, how about you join us?" He asked.

"Sure, I'd like that," I said.

I kind of wondered if he would consider it a date, but pushed it to the back of my mind, because that was the least of my worries.

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The next night, Max, Leila, and their little brother, Channing, rang the doorbell to my house. I quickly walked past my mom and greeted them.

Leila was dressed up in what I can only assume was a witch costume, if only witches were half nudists.

Max had on his regular attire, jeans and a hoodie that was black with a small Monster logo across the breast. 

Channing was wearing a werewolf outfit and he did a small roar at me which made me giggle. 

"How old is he?" I asked as we stepped off my porch and headed down the path of the woods.

"Twelve," Max replied, sticking his hands in his pocket.

"I always wanted a brother," I said, reaching over and ruffling Channing's hair. He had pulled back his mask and it was quickly notable that he had recieved the blessing in looking like Max, with rugged handsomness, even for a twelve year old.

"He looks like you," I said.

"That's an insult," Channing grumbled and he slipped his mask back on.

Max grimaced and shook his head while Leila laced her arm through mine, "So. Max tells me that you and Queen Bitch have some problems at school?"

"Queen Bitch?"

"Katie."

I shook my head, and stopped as Channing made a run to one of the houses.

"She is blaming me for the death of some guy that gave me a ride," I said.

"No offense, but you're not exactly Jason Vorhees or Leatherface," Leila said.

"Explain that to my lynch mob," I replied.

"I did," Max bumped into the conversation.

"Don't get yourself in trouble Max, that's so idiotic," Leila said.

"Whooping some ass is not idiotic, you should've seen what they did to her! They were going to kill her! And you know how I feel about her-" Max stopped and looked right at me, his words sinking into the air around us.

Channing luckily saved us from the awkwardness as he jogged up just seconds later.

"I hit the jackpot with that house, let's circle back around," he said, an evil smirk on his lips.