Appointed (20 page)

 

 

Zes was actually happy when he entered Dr. Warhol's office. Their session proceeded to be a good one, and he felt like life was getting back on track to where he wanted it to be.

He leaned forward on the couch, talking animatedly.

“I called my mom about going to the city for school, and she didn't give me a hard time about it at all. I was surprised, because I was almost positive she was going to guilt me into sticking around here for college so I could look after Anj and her,” he explained. “It's great. I'm giving the school a call after I get done here, so I can confirm my acceptance and get the ball rolling on scheduling.”

“This makes me so happy to hear. I was wondering how long it would take for you to branch out on your own and start living. And I'm glad you got there on your own. I think going to the city and getting away is going to be great for you, especially given all of the recent events.” Dr. Warhol jotted a few notes into her book.

Zes bit down on his lower lip. “What happened to my brother is what makes me the most worried about going. We don't even know what happened, and what if something goes wrong while I'm gone?”

“Could you stop it if you were here?”

“No.”

“Then why hold back because of a what-if that you won't be able to help?”

“Right.” He nodded. “We depend on each other a lot. Being away is going to be hard, but part of what's been keeping me going right now is the idea that there is more for me out there. Something better is waiting. I know it, and I can tell it's big. Have you ever had that feeling before?”

“I have, and it is exciting,” she agreed. “And the breakup? You're handling it okay? You kind of got hit with a lot at once this year. The things from the underworld, losing Cheyenne, and your brother's strange illness. I was concerned you'd be distraught and maybe have a breakdown, especially since she was one of your confidantes.”

At the mention of Cheyenne, Zes couldn't help but roll his eyes. “For a few days I was pretty upset. I still am, but it's different. Not so much blind, pure rage? It'll take a while for me to stop being mad at her. Cheating is low and cowardly, and I thought she was better than that, but then again, I also thought she was better than Denver. Maybe they're more perfect for each other than I realized.”

All Dr. Warhol did was nod. Usually she had more commentary to offer, and he took her silence as a sign to keep talking.

“I told her I'd try and be friends with her. Part of me thinks it's a little soon, but I don't like giving her the cold shoulder. She knows a lot about me, and it's hard to let go of that connection. At the same time—”

“You don't trust her anymore.”

“Not to be honest with me, but I'm sure she'll keep my secrets. It's hard to be honest with someone who isn't honest with you, though. So we'll see what happens. At least I can say I'm the bigger person, right?”

Dr. Warhol put her pencil down and met Zes's gaze with her own. “Just don't let her take advantage of your kindness.”

“I won't,” he said.

“You're a good man to be able to forgive such a horrible wrong.” She smiled. “I think that's it for this session. Unless there's anything else you want to say?”

“Only thank you.” And he meant it.

“You're welcome, and I'm eager to see you go off and help others as well. Because in that regard, we are a lot alike. That is where our joy comes from.”

She was right, and it was strange how easily she could read him. Sure, she could read his mind, but there was something else to it. Not only did she know what was going on inside of his head, but she also understood why he felt that way. It made his decisions even more solid. He was making the right one.

Zes stood from the couch and offered his hand for a shake. “And if I ever need to talk with you again, I won't hesitate. I remember.”

“That applies even after you leave,” she said. “Because while I'm sure the university has a counselor on campus, I doubt they'll be able to talk about magic-related things.”

“Thanks,” he said, and took his leave, walking with an extra bounce in his step. Now all he had to do was go and collect his brother and head back to the dorm so they could kick off their weekend plans.

Anj was in his World History class, taught by Mr. Thantos. It was the last required course his brother had to take to graduate. His love of the subject put him ahead of the rest of the grade, but instead of testing out of it, Anj had to go back and take the introductory course despite it being a sophomore-level class. Cheyenne had the class with him. Zes had been lucky enough to not be in the one class he could have shared with her that semester.

Taking a deep breath, he stood outside the door to Mr. Thantos's classroom and waited, doing his best to stay casual. A petite girl with red hair bumped into him on her way out.

She glanced up at him and blushed. “Hi, Zes.”

The fact that she didn't get him confused with Anj was a plus. If only he could put a face to the name. It took him a moment, but then it came to him. “Hi, Noel.” He smiled softly and a little shyly.
Anj is right, she is cute.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to run into you.”

“It's not a problem. There a fire or something?” he teased, trying to summon up some of the charm he hoped he shared with his brother. Mostly, he wanted to be polite, but he also wanted to open himself up to the idea of feeling again. Even if nothing came of it, Anj had been right about one thing: it was nice to be noticed. And Zes could tell the girls were noticing him in a new way.

“Just excited for the weekend!” she said.

“Big plans?”

“Not outside of homework.” She gazed up at him with wide, glittering, olive eyes, and he could tell she was maybe hoping for something. Was he supposed to ask her out?

Shifting slightly, he ran a hand through his hair to hide his nerves.
Don't think I'm quite ready for that.
“Me either.” He noticed her frown a little. Most of the girls he'd been interested in were not quite so forward or obvious.

Shifting again, he added, “But if you want a break or a study buddy, I'd be more than happy to help. You could join us for lunch or something?” Why couldn't he be good at this like Anj?

Noel winked at him. “You can count on it. How's that?”

“Yeah,” he said, relieved because that seemed as good a sign as any that he hadn't completely botched things. Maybe he wasn't ready for a new relationship, but he didn't want to shoot himself in the foot either. When he was ready, he wanted to have a possibility again.

“And you can count on me calling you later when I figure out what I need help with.”

“Great.” He tried to keep his smile confident and not so shy. Girls were terrifying sometimes.

“See you soon.” She blew him a kiss, and he couldn't help but stare at her as she walked away. For being petite, she sure was curvy. And she definitely knew how to work what she was given.

A soft cough startled Zes out of his trance, and he noticed Anj had settled in next to him.

“Don't scare me,” Zes said.

“I didn't want to interrupt your conversation with Noel,” Anj replied.

“It wouldn't have been a big deal.”

“Told you she was cute,” Anj continued. “And I'm serious about the cheesecake smell.”

“Didn't get close enough to notice.”

“Yet.”

Zes snickered. “Yet. Old Union tonight? Get out and do something?”

“Definitely. I'll get everyone organized, and you focus on looking amazing. Which I know you can do, because we're identical and I can certainly pull it off.”

“I have a funny feeling you're up to something,” he teased, nudging Anj as they walked through the hallway back to their dorm.

“Who, me?” Anj could have produced a halo, his smile was so innocent.

With a sigh, Zes wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders. “What would I do without you?”

 

 

J.F. Jenkins lives in Minneapolis Minnesota with her husband, son, and two cats. She graduated from Bethel University in 2006 with a degree in Media Communication with minors in both writing and film. When she is not busy writing, she spends her free time playing games, reading, and spending time with her family.

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Alan stood straight like an arrow. Sir Oriol walked down the line of Junior officers and stopped directly in front of him.

“You've been chosen for this mission because someone thinks you are the best,” the man said, eyes locking on Alan as if trying to make him falter. Instead he stood straighter, and Sir Oriol continued down the line. “As you know, we are here to stop the war on Altura from spreading to this planet. The people here are much like us. They call their home Earth.

“The inhabitants of this planet do not need to suffer from our war. We are to move in, eliminate the threat, and move out before the Earth people realize the truth. They are not as educated in the universe as we are. They do not know there is other life beyond their own. We do not want to start a widespread panic.