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I tiptoed upstairs, hoping to avoid the situation, but it was impossible. “Eric, you’re home,” Mindy said, still chuckling at whatever my father had said. Damn. My father raised his brow. “Why don’t you come prepare dinner with us?” Mindy smiled wide behind her bright red hair. “Noah should be home soon, and he’d just love to spend some time with you.” Noah, my stepbrother, was her ten-year-old brat. “No, thanks,” I said before she could suggest something dumber. I finished walking down the hallway and disappeared into my bedroom. Crashing onto my bed, I looked at the small, blue nightlight on my wall. Stupid thing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the silence. Nothing was better than a few hours alone in my bedroom, shunning myself from the family. “I’m home, Mom!” Noah’s high-pitched voice shattered the silence. “Hi, Noah,” Mindy screamed with enthusiasm. “How was school?” “It was great.” Thud! Noah always dropped his backpack in the middle of the entrance hallway. My father cleared his throat. “Anything interesting happen?” “Yeah—” Noah spoke again, but I drowned him out with my stereo—hoping to drown my family out with him. My phone vibrated against my leg, and I jumped up, yanking it out of my jeans. Tales of the Reincarnated Lord
Text from JStone: Hey, man. Bracke told my father we were flying tonight? My eyes glided over my phone’s screen, and I gaped at the text. I wanted to go out without Camille tonight, but not to see Jonathon. I wanted to see somebody else—the girl who caught my attention. “Eric.” My dad knocked on my bedroom door and opened it without permission. He walked in, tossed a dinner plate on my desk, and folded his arms. “I brought you dinner since you don’t want to join your family.” “Thanks,” I said, continuing to stare at Jonathon’s words. Now what? My dad rubbed his hands together. “How was school?” he asked, and I shrugged. “Okay.” “That’s good.” I nodded without meeting his eyes. I knew I was being rude, but I just didn’t care. “Are you going out with Jonathon tonight?” he asked. “Yeah,” I lied. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.” “That’s great,” he exclaimed, Mindy’s attitude rubbing off his tough exterior. “You boys better be careful, Eric.” “I always am.” Another lie. He left my room, and I was alone again. Mindy’s food suffocated my sense of smell, and I lifted my hand, using my abilities to carry the food through the air until it landed on my bed. I bit into my sloppy Joe and typed in my text. Text from EWelborn: Change of plans.
The old man is forcing me to bond with Noah and Mindy tonight. I waited for a second, and my phone binged. Text from JStone: Dang. Well, plan on it soon, because I’m getting sick of hanging out with humans every night. Text from EWelborn: You’re telling me. I’m with the brat all night. Text from JStone: Have fun with that. Text from EWelborn: Ha. Yeah right. See you later, Jonathon. I flipped my phone over and powered it down. I might not be seeing Jonathon, but I told my father I was. Camille wouldn’t show up at the house, and I was free. At least I was doing something productive. I was still seeing someone; it was just someone they didn’t know about.
