15 December 2012
Zayden dropped me off at my house so I could get ready. I changed my out fit at least a hundred times before deciding on blue jeans and a T-shirt. When he arrived back over to my house he seemed...different. I invited him inside. "What's wrong?," I asked him. He just stared at me as if he were under a spell. "Hey Zay!," I said lightly tapping his forehead, "you in there?" He blinked and then he was normal again. "What happened?," he asked. I laughed, "you just broke out of whatever the heck kind of trance you were stuck in." "I was just thinking," he said. "About what?," I asked curiously. "None of your business, now lets go watch the wild cats get their butts kicked!," he cheered excitedly. "That's the spirit!," I said as we raced through the house and out to the truck. I laughed as we hopped in, mainly from excitement. It only took us a few minutes to reach the school. When we got there the sound of cheerleaders cheering and the smell of hotdogs and popcorn filled the air. My stomach growled loud enough for Zayden to hear it. "Hungry?," he asked. I shook my head no but he insisted on getting me something to eat any way. We both got hotdogs and sodas. We quickly made our way to our usual spot which was way in the back where no one else sat. Once we were seated and we had devoured both of our hotdogs we started cheering on the team. About half way through the game Zayden broke off into another trance. I wondered about what could be bothering him so much. "Can I show you something?," he asked turning to me and staring into my eyes with a look mixed with fear and something else. "Anything," I said giving him a weak smile. He grabbed my hand. It was a quick and unexpected movement that caused butterflies to go raging through my stomach. Then it happened...
Apocalypse 3 • Opuss № I