Glorify Bad (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twenty Three - May Your Wildest Dreams Come True

        Caleb had driven his new pick up he had been gifted from Greg that next school morning. As much as he wanted to hate Greg’s kindness, he had been silently thankful since the walk to and from school was beginning to grow colder. The truck drove smoothly; new tires and freshly cleaned interior made the truck seem as though it were new. He parked in the school parking lot, then made his way to the front doors. As he entered, he could see an inpatient Nora circling his locker at the end of the hallway.

“Something important you need to tell me?” Caleb spoke with curious eyes as he touched the combination lock of his locker.

“I did some research last night.” She yearned.

“On what?” Caleb tossing his backpack to the bottom of his locker.

“That dream I had. It was on my mind all day. I tried thinking it was just someone else’s dream, but when I looked up ‘Temptations,’ I found this-”

Caleb turned to Nora, who had flashed her cellphone in his eyes. Caleb squinted at the words.

‘Temptations; have you ever wanted to speak to a deceased loved one? See your future? Engage in sexual healing? Come to Temptations,  may your wildest dreams come true.’

“What the hell?” Caleb muttered.

“Maybe this… Temptations… knows something we don’t. Her address is here-“ Nora pointed. “Her business is in town. We should take that… tooth… with us.” Nora winced at the thought of the fleshy fang.

Caleb had no reason to not follow through. “I’ll let Max know.”

Nora moaned. “He isn’t invited.”

“Max is part of this just as much as either of us are.” Caleb spoke, trying to break whatever rivalry they had. “You two complaining about each other will just set us back.”

Nora rolled her eyes. “He’s just-“

“A douche-bag, I know how you feel about him.” Caleb finished her sentence.

Nora bit her lip, agitated. “Just tell him not to talk to me. I hate when he does that.” She muttered the last sentence.

“Fine, whatever makes you stop complaining about each other.” Caleb slammed his locker with exasperation.

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Max had been quite eager to inform Caleb about his mother knowing about Emily Marshal’s death, and that it surely wasn’t human.  He came in late to school as usual, slipping through the boy’s locker room door to the vacant gymnasium. He entered Ms. Becker’s classroom, silently toeing to his seat at the back of the class in the dark room as another movie was projected on the chalkboard. Ms. Becker spoke nothing, it was typical of Max to arrive late to her class.

Max seated himself by Caleb, who had noticed Max’s restless arrival.

Max sat impatiently, waiting to speak to Caleb after class instead of through note taking as they had done. Caleb felt his yearning, knowing it was going to be an earful.

Class had flooded into the hallway as the bell rang. Caleb waited for Max to arrive out of the door.

“What’s your issue?” Caleb began as he turned the hallway corner to speak.

“My mother knew, she knew this whole time how Emily Marshal died.”

Caleb was confused. “How the hell did she know?”
“I told you, she's having an affair with the Sheriff. He must have told her about it.” Max fibbed a bit to keep his Dhampirism out of the conversation.