Dance With The Devil

III

The walk to school after that was surprisingly quicker than I thought it would be. Probably because we were almost fucking running to get there on time.

The journey after my previous question (which Tucker quickly answered, pretty panicked) was silent after that, dullsville. I wasn't surprised that Sam hadn't found us yet. She likes to get to school before us just to prove a point.

"What point is that?" you ask? The point is that we never get to school on time, that's what. Okay, it's more me that stalls Tucker, which makes us late... But then again, Tucker does it too! He talks non-stop about tech shit. Stuff about Doomed and video games in general I can understand, but CPUs? Fracking 32GB processors? Uh... What now?

Well, it's official... I'm never going to pass I.T. without special help from the master of machines.

Anyway, before I go off topic... Sam is my other best friend. She's a hard-headed goth with her mind set on ultra-recyclo-vegetarianism and animal rights. She doesn't approve much of Tucker's eating habits, and does tend to send me a dirty look when I order a burger from anywhere.

Okay, I'm done explaining shit to you, now back to reality.

I was loosely following behind Tucker; I could hear the various gadgets rocking around in his backpack. Most of the time I questioned whether he actually had any books in there, but he never showed me or told me what was in his backpack.

Alright, so what the fuck happened to the "Best friend" part of this relationship? You know, the part where one best friend was supposed to tell the other EVERYTHING?

AND IT WAS MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY.

I really wanted to start up some sort of conversation, but right now that didn't seem much of an option, to be honest. Tucker obviously didn't want to say anything, for reasons unknown to me. I was still sort of on edge about what on earth he could have seen that would make him freak out like that. What, had I spontaneously grown an extra nose? Did he think I'd been possessed or something? Though, to be honest, if I was being possessed, I would know about it, right? Or at least I wouldn't be able to remember anything from like five minutes ago.

And anyway, what would I have been possessed by? From my not-so-extensive knowledge of my parents' craziness, it would have either been a ghost or a demon, because apparently they're the only two Supernatural entities that have the capability to possess the living.

Ugh... I just couldn't understand it... Tucker's my best friend, why won't he fucking say anything? And what even happened to me back there? My eyes just spontaneously started stinging... Had I got dust in them or something?

A part of me wondered whether that was the reason he was gaping at me, but I decided against it. Nah... Maybe he liked blue, I don't know... I mean, it's not like my eyes were fucking glowing or anything, pfft - completely out of the question. And as I've said, I'm pretty sure I would know if I were being possessed... And even if any of that did happen, and Tucker even had an ounce of doubt that I wasn't being possessed or anything, he would have called my parents as quickly as possible. Knowing Tucker all this time has made him sort of protective over me, and me likewise.

Besides, Tucker doesn't believe in the Supernatural anyway, and neither do I. I'm surprised that with all of this craziness about the supernatural with my parents, I haven't converted to their sick-minded beliefs and determination to destroy anything supernatural that even came into presence.

Nah, in our friendship group, Sam was bound to be more prone to that, if anything. I mean, she was a goth, and the result of that meant that she often frequented the Skulk and Lurk book store across town. They had a lot of creepy books in there.