Chapter One

Three Years Later.

(Hermes)

I pulled the damn box out from the trunk when I heard a howling sound. I paused and looked behind me, hearing it again. Jeez, I forgot there were wolves in this town, I remember I used to hear them at night. Strange how you can forget those noises. Used to scare the shit out of me, but I've been to busy in my life to remember such thing. They never did any harm to anyone.

“Hermes, come on.” My mother said, “And no magic this time, what if something saw you? Don't be lazy.”

“Ma, what the point of having magic if I can't use it?” I questioned as I grabbed the box and walked over to her.

“There's a total difference from using your powers and doing work. You’re just lazy.” she said. “Come on, we don't got all night. Isabelle and Joshua already almost done and you still got five more boxes to go.”

“Fine, fine, fine.” I said, going into the house and made my way up the stairs to my bedroom. My thirteen year old sister walked passed me, typing away on her phone about whether any cute boys would be here and my nine year old bother ran passed me, looking for our dad so he could show him his room and how everything looked. I could sense in his mind that he used a little magic to unpack everything, but he'll keep that to himself. It's one of my gifts; I can hear what they’re thinking.

I walked into my room and sat the box down. I looked around and thought, God damn, why couldn’t I just stay back with Jordan? Why'd we have to come back to this shit hole of a town?

Living back in Florida was getting hard, we moved so many times down there. It was hard finding work—none of them my parents like doing. They always loved Vermont, it was where most of our kind lives mostly all around the North coast. Besides, most of our family is spread out across the North. And Nash, it just seems familiar to them.

The only good thing about coming back was that I could enjoy playing with this like normies

I grinned at the thought; I might as well have some fun.

*

(Jaycee)

I grabbed my new light blue, slouchy beanie hat and fixed it on my head. I walked back so I could look at myself into the mirror and turned around. I had an over-sized grey sweater with Mickey Mouse on the front with some grey leggings along with some black flats. I didn't do my hair—I never do my hair. I let it go in its nice lose, wavy bed head. I only need to brush it; I never get why girls would spend so much of their time curling or flat ironing it. It was a waste of time. My makeup was very natural and by natural, I mean only eyeliner and mascara. I have a nice complexion, why should I ruin it with all that crap that's in most makeup?

I had glasses on my face—I don't need glasses. I have perfect vision, but wearing glasses help remind me of Hermes. He always wore glasses and I think when I see him again, he won’t be the only one. I sighed and fixed my beanie, upset now. I try to avoid the thought of Hermes whenever I can. I listen to music, read a whole lot, and cook but he always seems to be in my mind. I try to image him as a teenager now. Blonde, tall, still having those cute, dorky glasses on his face.

“Jaycee, come on! You can't be late for your first day of Junior year!” My mother yelled from downstairs. I sighed.

“Two more years Jay, then you can go out looking for him.” I told himself before grabbing my large purse that had my school stuff, my iPod, and a book I'm currently reading.

I go downstairs and find my parents holding each other and acting like teenagers. I made a face, “Ew, mom, dad stop it.”

They pulled away and my mom handed me a plate of breakfast. I thanked her and sat down next to my thirteen year old brother, Jace, who was scoffing down on bacon. We didn't speak, he was annoying to me. My nose scrunches up, wishing he wasn't so much of a pig.

“Ready for your first day back, hey Jay?” My dad asked me as he grinned.

“Oh sure, dad.” I said as I bit into my pancake. “Going back to a school full of ignorant students for the next nine and half months is just my plan.”

“She's mad because she's the weirdo and I'm the popular one.” Jace said and I hit him.

“Hey, no hitting.” My mom said as she joined us.

“Hippie.” Jace said.

“Future meat head who's going to end up working for Burger King for the rest of his life!” I said.

“Jaycee!” My mother said. “Look, stop it you two! Jace, your sister is not a hippie, she's—she's—a—”

I sighed, “The label which everyone likes to me call me a hipster, mom.” I said.

“Right, hipster. And Jacyee, your brother will do well in his life just like you well. Now, let’s enjoy this breakfast with no fighting between you two.” she said.

My father then burped, “My bad.” He said and my mom gave him an annoyed look.

We finished the dinner in silence other then my father would talk about engineering stuff. I paid no attention at all, just thinking how hard I was going to have work this year to get the A's I wanted.

Once I was finish, I kissed my mom and dad good-bye before heading outside and down to the corner where some of the other high school kids were waiting for the bus. I pulled out my iPod and listen to some music, waiting for the damn slow bus to get here. I bet its the same guy; the fat one who drinks a lot of coffee, hot as the sun, but drinks it as if it were as cool as water. He's creepy to say the least.

After five minutes of waiting, the bus came and I climbed in, finding a seat in the middle of the bus. I sat down, alone. I watched out the window, letting the music blast into my ears. I sang to the song in my head.

At last, we reached the school and the students took their sweet time getting off. I just wanted to push the person in front of me so they could all get knocked down like dominoes and just walk on top of them to get off.

When I finally got off, I breathed in some fresh air. The last of summer’s breezes blew through my hair as I walked towards the school. I met up with my two friends, Jessica and Louis. Louis talked about his visit to California and said we all have to go next summer. He then talked about this guy he met and had a little summer romance. Jessica and I then made our little harmless gay jokes before he pinched our arms and we apologized, still giggling.

We soon reached Louis's locker. Jessica and I liked to carry our bags around anyway. We already had our schedules since they send it to us and we just had to look for our lockers since we have the number and combination already.

Louis opened his locker and there was little character drawings on the door and he made a face, “Another damn locker with stupid drawing.”

“Well, I'm sure you'll just cover it with posters.” Jessica said, taking his hat and put it on her head, leaning against the locker next to him. She then poked him, giving him an angry face, “I'm still mad you forgot to give me that Billie Joe poster from LA.”.

He grinned at her, “Revenge for choosing Jaycee instead of me to go that Coldplay concert last year.”

“Whoa, hey!” I said, cutting in. “You’re still mad about that? You said you were busy and I was not going to spend another Saturday night home with my parents.” I couldn't say that I could have stayed home and gone out with my cousin for a run. So I had to think of something they would believe.

He rolled his eyes and took his binder out of his bag. He closed his locker and we stood at the lockers, talking before we had to head to our new classes. Everyone else was finding their new classes, unpacking their bag, out in their groups, avoiding class. Typical high schools tuff. I already knew where my first class was, I've been up in this level before. I know the teachers maybe too well.

Suddenly, it starting getting quiet in the hallways. All three us of gave each other strange look before we looked around to see some people looking down the hallway. There was whispering from girls around and giggling. I gave a 'WTF' look as I followed their direction and at the end of the hallways, I saw some guy.

I felt like I was smacked right in the face.

Something about him—it was strange. He seemed so familiar that it was weird. He had blonde push back hair, he was tall, almost six feet maybe. He was tan, golden, like he's always been in the sun. The crowd of students parted for him as if he was some God or something as he walked down the hallway, but he wasn't. He was just some guy.

I know this guy; I'm so sure of it. I thought. Where do I know him?

These feelings inside me made me like—I haven't felt it in such a long time. It was like I was crushing on someone. That feeling, you know? When you like someone and you feel so—I can't even explain it. As he walked down the aisle, a picture of Hermes flashed in my mind. I started to picture of him growing up and I was looking straight at him.

My eyes widened, It's him, he's here. He's back.

He walked right passed me though, as if I was just another student, not his childhood best friend. Of course he wouldn't recognize me, but it still was painful.

“Hermes,” I whispered his name, hoping he would hear me, but he didn't. He just kept on walking, further away from me until he was the end of the hallways and everybody started talking again, being loud.

“Who the hell is he?” Jessica asked, not impressed.

“Don't know, but he's cute.” Louis said.

“Ugh, no way. We don't need another jerk in this school, Tony Benish is enough already.” She said.

I didn't pay attention to them, I just stared at Hermes. I'm sure it's him; I can feel it in my bones. He's here, my mate is here. It brought a smile to my face. He sure got handsome. He looks so different. He wasn't the skinny, glasses-wearing boy anymore. He’s grown up.

I walked away and Jessica and Louis called out my name, asking where I was going. I told them I'd be right back, not taking my eyes off Hermes. He didn't notice I was coming until I was only a few feet away.

I smiled when I looked into those familiar blue eyes, “It's you.”

He paused for a moment, looking totally confused. I begged in my head for him to recognize me, to say something. I want him to remember who I was, hug me, and then we can finally be happy. Okay, so I know I'm going fast, but I've been waiting far too long now for him to come back. Six years was too long.

“Shit.” He suddenly said and my smile dropped, confused. “You’re still living here?”