Free Hexed by Michelle Krys Page A

point or something? Or maybe she fell asleep with her iPod headphones on. Yeah, I bet that’s it.
    I cup my hands around my mouth and whisper-yell, “Paige! Paige, it’s me. Open the window.”
    I lose patience when she doesn’t answer immediately, and resort to actual yelling. A light flicks on in her room, and relief floods my body. A moment later the window slides up and a familiar face peers down at me. Only it’s not Paige’s.
    “Indigo, is that you? It’s after midnight. What are you doing?” Mrs. Abernathy squints down at me, her usually perfect bob pulled up in curlers on the top of her head.
    I think about diving behind a bush, but it’s too late. She’s seen me. So I wave up at the confused woman leaning over the window ledge. “I’m sorry I woke you, Mrs. Abernathy. I was just trying to wake Paige up. I’m having a … a boy emergency.”
    My cheeks flood with heat, and I’m glad of the dark so she can’t see the telltale signs of the lie on my face.
    “Oh. Well, I’m very sorry, but Paige isn’t home.”
    I blink up at her, the words not registering. “What do you mean she’s not home?”
    “Paige is spending the night at a friend’s house.” The way she says it is almost like an apology, and suddenly I couldn’t feel more pathetic, standing under Paige’s window in the dark while she’s off having a good time somewhere else.
    “Jessie Colburn’s?” I guess.
    “Yes, that’s the one. Very sweet girl.”
    “I’m sure.” Tears prick my eyes. Of course she has a friend now. Of course she has plans. What did I think, that I could push and push her away and she’d always be there, waiting for me in case I ever got bored of Bianca?
    “I’m sorry, Indie,” Mrs. Abernathy says. “If you need to talk to someone you’re welcome to come inside.”
    I take a deep breath so my voice doesn’t shake when I speak. “Thanks, but that’s okay.”
    I trudge back to the car, idling in the driveway, and sink into the front seat. For a moment I’m resigned to doing this thing on my own, but then I give myself a hard shake. This is not the Indigo that I know and love. I won’t give up that easily. So Paige made a friend? Jessie’s got nothing on me.
    I throw the car into reverse and peel down the street. In minutes I’m parked up on the curb across from the Colburn residence, a huge Spanish-style home on North Vista. At least, I’m pretty sure it’s her house. Only so much confidence can be placed in gossip from the hallways at school.
    I text Paige:
    Come outside
    A minute later:
    I’m not home. Is something wrong? It’s late.
    I know. I’m outside Jessie’s. Hurry.
    I watch the quiet house for signs of life. No light flicks on inside, but a moment later the front door edges open, and Paige cautiously pokes her head outside.
    I wave her over in big, impatient gestures.
    She pulls her sweater up on her shoulders and crosses the street.
    “Indie? What’s going on?” She probably thinks someone died. Which is just about the only good reason for doing what I’m doing.
    I take a deep breath. “It’s my mom’s Bible. Someone stole it and she’s freaking out.”
    Paige blinks at me. “Her Bible? And this couldn’t wait until the morning?”
    I exhale. “No, it can’t wait. It’s really important to her. Like, vital.”
    Paige shakes her head. “Where’s Bianca? Why isn’t she helping you?”
    Oh. It’s like that now? You’d think the girl would recognize a bone when one was being thrown.
    “Because I didn’t ask her,” I retort. “I asked you. ”
    She shifts from foot to foot. “Well, can’t you call the cops or something?”
    I don’t believe this is happening. “I did. They can’t help.” I realize how small my voice has become. Paige must too, because her shoulders soften and she glances behind her at the house.
    “I can’t just leave.”
    “Why not? You’re always trying to get us to hang out, and I’m sure Jessie would understand.” I regret the words