Clover University, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America- Earth, 11:02 A.M, May 2nd, 2018 A.D.
I blink, trying to focus my eyesight on the ceiling above me. What time is it?
I grab my phone off my nightstand, clicking it on to look at the time. My eyes widen. 11:02 AM.
What?! How could I sleep in? I’m late for class!
I throw off my covers, jumping around my room to take off my shorts, throwing it in the hamper. I open my closet and the drawer with jeans inside, choosing a black pair and sliding them on. Putting on my T-shirt and socks, I grab my pair of Vans again outside my doorway, slipping them on and tying them in one fell swoop.
I run down the stairs, sprinting towards my kitchen, and somehow manage to slide on the floor without slipping.
“¡Amá!” I shout, screeching to a stop in front of her.
She wipes her hands on a towel, setting it on the counter.
“¿’Tas loca o qué?” she questions, putting her hands on her hips.
“¿Por qué no me levantastes?” I pant, crossing my arms.
“Because you looked tired. Besides, school isn’t important, compared to finding your Apá.”
I sigh. “But Leilah goes to my school. Don’t you think I’d have a better chance at finding her there than looking aimlessly through the city?”
Amá blinks. “I didn’t think of that.”
I stare at her.
“Well, go then!” she shouts, waving her hands in a shooing motion.
I grab my house keys and car keys off the kitchen table, unlocking, and opening the front door.
“Bye!” I call, shutting the door and locking it.
“Darling?” Lonan questions from outside his front door. It seems he just finished locking and closing his door as well.
“I was just heading to your house. Where are you going?”
I walk up to my car, walking around it to get to the front door. “School.”
Lonan’s eyebrows scrunch. “Why? We have to find my sister.”
My lips purse. “Seriously? Okay, where does your twin go to school?”
A look of realization passes his eyes. “Oh!”
I roll my eyes. “Guess it’s your turn to feel dumb.”
He jogs over to the passenger side of the car and I raise an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Going with you,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
I grumble. “Whatever.”
We get in, buckling our seatbelts and closing the doors.
“Nice car,” he admires, looking around inside.
“Thanks.” I pull out of the parking space, driving off towards West Lawn.
“Go go!” I shout, running down the hallway towards the Chem class, Lonan at my heels.
We burst in. Everyone turns to look and I search the crowd for the menacing face of Leilah. I come up empty.
“If you both are going to arrive late, maybe enter quietly, hm?” Mr. Miles asks, a slight twitch to his eyebrow.
“Sorry,” I whisper, grinning sheepishly. Then I push Lonan back out, closing the doors behind us with a bang.
“Teenagers,” Mr. Miles mutters from inside. Lonan snickers.
“Now what do we do?” I ask, running a hand down my face.
Lonan smirks. “Ever broken into the school office before?”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” I whisper-shout, crawling on the ground outside the school office, right below the window.
“You know, we can mind-link,” Lonan says, speaking into my mind. He passes through the barriers of my brain pretty easily. A shiver passes through my spine which was definitely not from the cold.
“How did you do that?” I ask out loud, crossing my arms.
Lonan’s famous smirk crosses his lips again. “You don’t put up much of a fight.”
“Let me do it to you.” I try to do what I did with my mom back when I used Holy Water, but Lonan’s mind gates don’t budge.
“How?” I frustratedly question, letting out a huff.
“You got to think about my weakness, and wiggle your way through the crack that it leaves on my mind.”
I try again, searching for what Lonan was talking about. Weakness? What’s his weakness?
Inside his mind, I scour his barrier for any cracks. I finally find one, at the edge of his subconscious. I touch it.
I hear aA scream of pain is heard as a memory of Lonan’s flashes in front of me. Blood spills from his back as tears stream down his face.
“Please... I won’t do it again.”
Then suddenly, I’m in his mind. “What was that?” I ask him.
“Let’s go inside,” he says, pointing up to the window.
My eyebrows furrow. I wonder what he did to get kicked out of Heaven.
I stand up in a squat position, peering inside the window. It’ was currently empty, and it seems we were lucky enough to find a window sitting right on top of the cabinet we need.
I push the window in, but it doesn’t budge.
Lonan rolls his eyes. “You somehow keep forgetting we have a lot of strength.”
“I don’t want to break the window! What if it sounds an alarm?”
Lonan pushes me to the side. “Allow me.”
He expertly manages to get the window pushed in, albeit with a low creak. The lock on it breaks off. Wow, how he has that much control is beyond me.
He leans in, landing on top of the cabinet, then pushing himself through the rest of the way.
He crashes down in front of the cabinet, away from my view.
Shuffles and opening and closing of the cabinet drawers echo through the room. My nerves bundle up in my stomach. “Hurry!” I tell him.
“Found it!” he states, flashing a file with Leilah’s name on the front cover to me.
He lowers it down to his level.
“Well?” I question impatiently. “What’s in it?”
“There’s nothing here!” he exasperates, shoving the file back in and slamming the drawer shut.
“Who’s in there?” someone asks, outside of the office door.
“Uh oh,” Lonan whispers, sliding on top of the cabinet and making his way outside. He lands on the ground with a thud. I shut the window as quietly as I can, then turn to him.
“For a guy who can open a window like that, you sure are noisy. Come on.”
I grab his wrist and pull him up, tugging him towards the parking lot on the other side of the building.
“Amá, Leilah wasn’t there,” I state, following Lonan into my home. I close the door and lock it behind us.
“Ay por el amor del mundo. Okay, we have to find another way to track her. Did you think of checking her school files for a home address?” she asks, appearing at the doorway of the living room.
I sigh. “Yes.”
“And?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I shrug, looking down at the ground. I bite my lip.
Lonan groans. “My twin is so annoying.”
“She’s more than annoying,” I mutter bitterly. “She’s evil.”
Amá sits down on the couch and Lonan follows. I sit on the rocking chair across from them. “I guess we’re going to have to search the city.”
Amá nods. “Yes.”
Lonan and I look at each other. “F*ck,” he says.
Amá smacks him upside the head. “Watch your language.”
“Sí, señora,” Lonan responds quickly, rubbing his head tenderly.
I lean back into the rocking chair, letting its movement soothe me.