a lifetime to wait! What happens when this darkness attacks? We donât know what to do or how to stop it. Donât you want to be prepared?â
âNo,â Lindsey is saying, and sheâs still rocking back and forth. It sounds like sheâs chanting the word now.
âDonât you want to know whatâs going on with Lindsey? Iâll bet it has something to do with her power. Why canât Fatima just explain everything at one time?â
Krystal puts a hand on my arm. âJake, youâre getting loud. People will hear.â
âI donât care! Iâm sick of sitting around doing nothing.â
And for the first time in weeks I realize itâs true. Since the confrontation with the black smoke in the woods with Krystal and Franklinâs disappearance and the weird dead bodies found with missing eyes Iâve been ready to kick some demon butt. Weâre sitting ducks just waiting for them to make the next move.
Theyâre looking at me like Iâve lost my mind, but I donât care. And maybe itâs because theyâre girls that they donât mind sitting back and waiting. I donât know, I just know Iâm tired of it.
âSo what do you want us to do, Superman? You want us to turn into like some demon hunters and go out looking for the Darkness?â Sasha is not happy with me right now. I can tell because sheâs rocking her head on her neck and leaning over the table like sheâs about to jump on me. She gets like that when sheâs getting worked up. Iâve seen it a couple times before, but never directed at me.
And Krystalâs rubbing my arm again. While I normally likeher touch, this is a little irritating. Itâs like she thinks Iâm this fragile kid who needs her guidance specifically. Her touch always calms me down, though, like a mother or a grandmotherâs reassurance. The last thing I want to think of Krystal as is my mother or my grandmother and I definitely do not want to calm down.
Both my hands are resting on the table and Iâm pretty ticked off by Sashaâs sarcasm. Heat pools between my palms and the table and my head throbs so hard an implosion seems inevitable. As if thatâs not bad enough, the cafeteria gets darker, like outside turned more gloomier than it was when weâd come in this morning. All around me the chatter of kids echoes, footsteps of others walking by grow louder. Inhaling deeply, then exhalingâwhich sometimes helps and is a relaxation technique I read about onlineâis futile and only succeeds in making me nauseous. Greasy grilled cheese and not-quite-spoiled chocolate milk isnât a good mix. The acuteness of my senses, on the other hand, is even more alarming.
So with all this going on thereâs no wonder I feel like Iâm having a breakdown. Iâd like to know if anybody else is feeling like this. The girls are still staring at me, Sasha with a heated glare, Krystal with concern and Lindsey with what looks like pity.
At that very moment I feel a hand on my shoulder and when I turn I see itâs Pace. I know whatâs coming before it comes. Itâs surprising and satisfying all at the same time. I stand and I shove him, he falls back sliding on the floor until he hits the table where the Goths sit. Mateo is there in like a millisecond, lifting his fist to punch me. But before his fist can connect with my face, I lift a hand to stop it, pushing him back onto the floor.
He looks up at me, clearly shocked at what Iâd done. Scrambling to stand up, heâs glaring at me, then he spits. It just misses me but Iâm seeing blood red now. His blood. Mateoâs and Paceâs. I swing and punch him right in the jaw. He jerks back like Iâd hit him with a bat. The cafeteria is even darker now and as soon as I look around the windows start breaking out. Each one that I look at bursts, sending shards of glass flying everywhere.
Now kids are