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“Sure. She went to the dance with me the next weekend. Then I came home, washed my hair until the color was out, and vowed never to do that again for a girl until I knew her well enough to be sure she was worth it. ”
I laughed, then said, “Thanks. ” When he arched his brows, I added, “For cheering me up. ”
“I’m good at it. With Derek, I get lots of practice. ” He reached into his backpack. “I have something else that might cheer you up. Or scare the crap out of you. ”
He pulled out a new sketch pad and flipped through it. A few pages in, he turned it so I could see.
“Hey, that’s me,” I said.
“So it looks like you? Or does the corpse crawling toward you give it away?” He handed the sketch pad to me. “I drew it this morning when Derek was doing his computer searches. I was thinking about last night. ”
In the picture, I was kneeling on my blanket, the corpse in front of me. Thankfully, he hadn’t opted to draw the part where I’d been screaming in mortal terror, but later, when I thought he’d been outside with Tori.
I had my eyes closed, hands raised. The corpse was rearing up, seeming to follow my hands like a cobra dancing before a flute. All I could remember was how terrified I’d been, but in Simon’s sketch, I didn’t look terrified—I looked calm, confident. I looked powerful.
“I know that might not be a moment you care to have immortalized,” he said.
I smiled. “No, it’s cool. Can I have it?”
“When it’s done. I need to color it when I get some pencils. ” He took the pad back. “I thought it might be interesting to do a kind of graphic journal about us. What’s happening. ”
“Like a comic?”
“I was avoiding that word, for fear of sounding like a total geek. But, yeah, like a comic. Just for us, of course. A project to take our minds off stuff. It’ll be way cooler on paper than it feels when we’re living it. ” He took a long drink of his Diet Coke, then recapped the bottle slowly. “You could help, if you wanted. You know screenwriting and scripts for comics aren’t much different. ”
“Like a movie told in stills. ”
“Right. I’m not good at the writing part. I know this is a true story, so it’s not like I need to make stuff up, but I suck at knowing what parts to put in and what to leave out. ”
“I could help with that. ”
“Great. ” He opened his pad to the page after his picture of me. There were a few rough sketches on it. “I was trying to figure out where to start…. ”
For the next few hours, I plotted and Simon drew. When I started yawning, he closed the sketchbook.
“Take a nap. We still have five hours to go. We’ll have lots of time to work on this after we get to Andrew’s place. ”
“Will we be staying with him?”
Simon nodded. “He’s got the extra room. It’s just him—no wife or kids. He’ll take us in, no problem. ” He put away the sketch pad, then slowly zipped up his backpack. “There’s another thing I’ve been thinking. I know it’s not exactly a good time, but once we get settled in, I thought maybe you and I could—”
A shadow loomed over us.
Simon didn’t bother looking up. “Yes, Derek?”
Derek leaned over the seat, one hand on the back for balance as the bus swayed. He seemed distracted, almost anxious.
“We’re coming up to Syracuse soon. ”
“Okay. ”
“I need something to eat. I’m starving. ”
“Sure. I figured we’d jump off and grab dinner. ”
“I can’t. Not here. ” When Simon looked confused, Derek lowered his voice. “Syracuse?”
“I don’t think they’re going to be hanging out at the bus station. ”
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“Nah. ” Simon looked up at his brother. “I’ll grab some food, okay?”
Derek hesitated. He didn’t look anxious, really. More unhappy. Because Simon was annoyed with him?
As I watched Derek lurch back to his seat, I thought about that. Simon and Derek weren’t just foster brothers—they were best friends. From the way Simon talked, though, he obviously had other friends, teammates, girlfriends…. I doubted Derek had any. For him, it was just Simon.
Was that why he wanted to get rid of me? It made sense, but it felt wrong. At Lyle House, Derek had never seemed jealous of any time Simon spent with me. Derek just went off and did his own thing. If anyone followed, it was Simon.
Maybe he wasn’t jealous. Just feeling ignored.
It bothered me enough that when we stopped in Syracuse, I offered to take the food back out to Derek while Tori and Simon stretched their legs.
I meant to suggest that Derek and I switch seats. When I got there, Derek was staring out the window.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
He turned sharply, like I’d startled him, then nodded and took the food with a mumbled thanks.
I slid into the empty aisle seat. “Did you used to live here?”
He shook his head and looked out the window again. I took that as a sign he wasn’t in the mood for conversation and was about to suggest the seat switch when he said, “We lived just about every place else in the state except here. We can’t. There are…others here. ”
“Others?”
He lowered his voice. “Werewolves. ”
“In Syracuse?”
“Near it. A Pack. ”
“Oh. ”
Was that how werewolves lived? In packs, like wolves? I wanted to ask, but was afraid he’d think I was mocking him.
So I said, “And that’s a problem? If they smelled you?”
“Yeah. ” He paused, then added grudgingly, “We’re territorial. ”
“Oh. ”
“Yeah. ”
He kept looking out the window. I could see the reflection of his eyes, still and distant, lost in thoughts he obviously didn’t care to share. I started to get up.
“When I was a kid,” he said, without looking my way. “When I lived in that place where you were locked up, the others were like that. Territorial. ”
I lowered myself into the seat again. “The other werewo—” An elderly woman approached in the aisle and I said instead, “Subjects?”
“Yeah. ” He turned then. “They had this pack, I guess you’d call it, and they’d claim stuff, like the sandbox, as their territory, and if—”
His chin lifted, gaze moving to the front of the bus.
