Free Watch Me: Teen Paranormal Romance (A Touched Trilogy Book 3) by Angela Fristoe Page A

Thus, if you have no problem then I have no problem, and we are both problem free.”
    I stared at him, getting the distinct impression that while strange, he was messing with me. Whether in fun or spite, I couldn’t tell and that alone pissed me off.
    “Look, Sebastian-”
    “Bastian. No one calls me Sebastian except Phoebe, and I believe does so because she is determined to be different than everyone else.”
    “Yeah, well, I need to get my work done, so I’d rather not talk.”
    “Which, of course, is why you struck up a conversation with me in the first place.”
    My eyes narrowed. “Which I only did because you were giving me a creepy stalker stare.”
    “Huh, I didn’t realize I appeared stalker-like. I was simply going for creepy. I’ll have to work on that.” He started twitching his eyes, alternately widening and narrowing them together and then one at a time. Finally, he settled on one eye partially closed with the other open wide beneath a raised eyebrow. “How’s this?”
    “Oh, yes. Be still my fluttering heart. What an amazingly creepy, yet not stalker, look.”
    I turned back to my assignment. Phoebe possessed an incredible ability to select the most abnormal friends.
    For the next thirty minutes, I ignored Bastian and even completed my assignment early. I handed it in then sat back down to read a new book on my iPad. Bastian’s future was easier to avoid if I concentrated on something else, still the need to know nagged at me. One drawback of always knowing the future is when I don’t know what will happen it’s all I can think about.
    I gave into temptation right before the bell. It didn’t take much effort; I relaxed and let it in. I prepared myself for the violent scenes I’d glimpsed before. Instead, I saw something different.
    The images drifted in and out quickly. Flashes of Bastian with an older woman and his brother, him laughing at something Phoebe said, smiling as he crossed the stage during graduation while flashing Dr. Spock’s Vulcan salute.
    Leaning to the side, I pulled myself out of the vision. Nothing matched with what I’d seen of his future before and that frustrated me more than anything. When the bell rang, a sigh of relief escaped me.
    At lunch, I found myself sitting with Lily and Micah, but hanging with the two of them wasn’t something I felt super comfortable with. I loved Lily, and Micah was great, but that only made my guilt even worse.
    Only a couple months ago, Micah and Lily had only been friends. When he asked me out, I said yes. What girl wouldn’t? Micah was hot and smart, and I still burned with the vision of Andrew and Nadine. What I hadn’t known was that Lily and Micah’s friendship had been more of a 'friends with benefits' thing.
    The one date we went on still hung like a rotten apple between us. That I contributed, even unknowingly to Lily’s pain put me on constant guard, trying to find ways to assure her I wasn’t interested in Micah.
    Looking at them now, anyone would find hard to believe they almost lost their chance to be together. Micah rested his arm around Lily’s shoulder and she smiled. Not the fake smile she wore for years, but a soft tilting of her lips that told me everything was all right with her. Something I only recently realized wasn’t real. I doubt I would have even suspected anything was wrong if I hadn’t gone on that date with Micah.
    I glanced away when Micah whispered something in Lily’s ear causing her face to flush a bright pink. Watching the line of people make their way through the lunch line wasn’t as fascinating, but it was way less uncomfortable.
    “Yo, Chloe.”
    I turned to Micah, raising a brow in question.
    “I asked if you wanted the rest of these.” He gestured to the pile of cucumber slices on his tray.
    “Thanks.” I picked up a few and popped one into my mouth.
    “Hey guys,” Phoebe said, sinking onto the bench beside me. She stuck her finger into my salad, digging around.
    “Hey!” I