Page 41 of The 13th Daughter
Telling Kay was not a good idea, but not because she'd try and hurt me. At least I didn't think so. Emily had been specific in her diary. She wanted to keep me and Kay safe, to get us both away from here. No, my instincts warned me against confiding in her not because she was dangerous, but because knowing might put her in danger. Or at least I hoped so.
Then again, I could be completely wrong and she knew all about the curse and whatever danger it posed. I hated not knowing what was going on and not being able to trust anyone. It majorly sucked.
Ethan? Absolutely not. I accepted that I loved him despite my better judgment, but I wasn't without some common sense. At least not yet. Emily's mystery boy could very well be Ethan. The rational part of me understood that. He'd shown up out of nowhere and when Mom had heard his name, she'd looked like a kid on Christmas morning. Then the town had then started trying to write a truth spell-a spell my sister had suggested to begin with. My truth spell could have confirmed it, I thought darkly. A ghost? No, even she hadn't believed that. But could that have been what I'd seen that day in the diner? A ghost? The boy from her diary?
Ethan could be that boy.
But I hoped and prayed to the Fates he wasn't that boy. Ghost or not, I blamed that boy for everything that had happened three years ago. He'd appeared, the town had gone a little crazy, and my sister had died. He was the catalyst for everything that hadhappened. Emily had discovered some kind of hidden truth and it ended up getting her killed. Everything was his fault.
It couldn't be Ethan. Please don't be Ethan, I begged silently as I blow dried my hair.
Mom and Dad were both out of the question-neither seemed willing to tell me anything.
That left me with Billy and Jeff. Definitely not Billy. He was Kay's boyfriend, but I'd seen the glint in his eyes when we were talking about the truth spell. He was a Coven boy, born and bred. I couldn't trust him. But I might be able to trust Jeff. He'd warned me at the initiation that I shouldn't have come. He definitely knew something and I'd seen the same fear in his eyes I'd seen in Dad's. My stomach stayed quiet as I thought about confiding in Jeff. Score one for the home team. My instincts trusted Neighbor Boy.
I pulled on a UNC sweatshirt and pair of comfy jeans before heading next door. Megan answered the door still in her pajamas.
"CJ," she blinked. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see Jeff. Is he up yet?"
"Yeah, but he's still in the shower. Come on in." She moved back to let me in and I followed her into the kitchen. It smelled of eggs, bacon, homemade biscuits and grape jelly. Mmm. My stomach growled.
"Grab a plate, honey," Mrs. Parker laughed. "I can hear those hunger pains over here."
Megan looked a lot like her mother, I decided as I watched them. They both had flaxen colored hair and cornflower blue eyes. The eyes were the only thing Jeff inherited from his mother. He looked exactly like his father with curly brown hair and a face made for smiling.
"Thanks a bunch, Mrs. P. I haven't eaten yet." I grabbed a plate and piled it high with bacon and eggs. Megan threw me acouple biscuits and I was stuffing my face when Jeff finally came down.
"CJ?" He frowned and fixed himself a plate. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't talking to me?"
"You so deserved that!" Megan glared at him. I winced. The entire town knew about our little falling out. Jeff and Billy suffered because Kay deemed they should. I totally agreed they should be on the outs, but they'd been punished long enough. I'd forgiven Ethan after all, and since I needed Jeff's help, I might as well extend the olive branch first.
"I decided to forgive you," I told him in between bites. "Besides, I can't let you fail Calculus, now can I?"
His eyes widened. Jeff knew something was up. He wasn't even close to failing Calc. The boy had the highest average in our class. He freakin killed the curve.
"You're having problems with math?" His father lowered the newspaper he'd been reading and stared at him in open disbelief. "Math is your best subject."
"Yeah, well, advanced Calculus is a bit harder than I thought it was going to be," he muttered and shoveled more eggs into his mouth.
"It's nice to be able to finally say I know something he doesn't when it comes to math," I smirked. Lying seemed to be getting easier and easier for me. Dang it.
"That's very nice of you, CJ, to try and help him," his mother told me.
"Hurry up," I told him and rinsed off my plate before setting it in the dishwasher. "I figured we'd go to the library. It's quiet there and no one will be up this early on a Saturday morning."
He nodded and put his own dishes away. I waited for him by the door while he grabbed his bookbag. His mom and I chatted about the Halloween competition. She was worried. Mom's scene of zombies attacking Santa Clause had her slightlyalarmed. Mom, however, would be thrilled. I made a mental note to tell her when I got home.
"Come on, CJ." Jeff yanked on his coat and we left the house. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"To the tree house."
Dad had built the tree house for me and Emily when I was about six or seven. No one would overhear us there. It was a good ten minute walk from my house.
"What's up?" he asked once we were settled inside.
"I need answers and you're going to give them to me, Jeffrey Silas Parker." My voice came out harder than I intended, but I was still pretty pissed at him.
