“You know,” said Hunter, not looking away from the apocalypse on the screen, “I could tie that rock into the coat.”
“For what?”
“For next time.”
Gabriel didn’t look at him, just took another swig of his soda, keeping his eyes on the screen so Hunter wouldn’t kick his ass at Xbox.
But he kept thinking about those words. Next time.
There couldn’t be a next time. This time had been all about sheer luck. Luck and power. So much power Gabriel could feel it sparking under his skin, even now.
He gave a short laugh. “What happened to ‘lying low’?”
Hunter shrugged. “We don’t have to tell anyone . . .” Gabriel hadn’t been planning on telling anyone, anyway. Accidentally lighting the woods on fire was one thing. Willfully walking into a burning building—Michael would definitely have a problem with that.
“I have my uncle’s old police radio,” Hunter said. “We could do this again. On purpose.”
Gabriel gave him a look. “You mean, instead of by accident?”
“I don’t believe in accidents.”
His tone caught Gabriel by surprise.
Hunter shrugged a little, keeping his eyes on the controller in his hands. “I just mean, sometimes things happen for a reason. Think about it.”
He’d said something similar when he’d been accusing Michael of killing his father and his uncle. Gabriel wondered if Hunter still thought that wasn’t an accident, that maybe there had been more to the car crash than bad weather and poor timing. He opened his mouth to ask.
But then the zombies attacked, and their focus was back on the screen.
Gabriel pulled into his driveway well after midnight. The house was dark.
Then again, he’d destroyed the porch lights.
He hadn’t wanted to come home, but Hunter’s grandfather had come downstairs and made some bleary-eyed comments about it being a school night, and maybe it was time for friends to go.
Michael would probably be sitting in the kitchen, waiting. He’d sent half a dozen texts asking where Gabriel had gone, whether he was all right. He hadn’t shut up until Gabriel texted back that he was at Hunter’s.
Gabriel steeled his shoulders and let himself into the house.
But the lower level was dark and silent. Chris’s window had been dark, and Gabriel didn’t see a light under Michael’s door. Maybe his brothers had all gone to sleep.
Figured.
But then he saw the line of light under Nick’s door. His twin was still awake.
Gabriel hesitated in the hallway. He’d fought with Nick before, but this . . . this felt different. He lifted a hand to knock.
But he heard a girl giggle. Then the creak of a bedspring.
Gabriel snatched his hand away.
Holy shit. Quinn was still here.
His breathing sounded loud in the quiet hallway, so he took a step back.
Nick had never let a girl spend the night.
It wasn’t allowed, for one thing, and Nick wasn’t a rule-breaker. Michael always said if he could get them to eighteen without going to jail or getting a girl pregnant, he’d consider it a success.
For an instant, Gabriel entertained calling Nick on it. Walking in on them, creating enough ruckus to wake the house. He remembered Nick trapping him in the hallway, stealing his breath.
Humiliating him.
Stupid.
Gabriel gritted his teeth. What an asshole.
But when he reached out to grab the knob, to throw the door wide, he thought of Layne, the intensity in her eyes when she stood up to him.
Sometimes you cut right to the quick, you know?
It made him think of the hurt on Nick’s face when he’d laid into Quinn.
He’d been the one to fuck this up. Not Nick.
So he turned and locked himself in his room, burying his head under his pillow when he heard Quinn’s giggle through the wall.
CHAPTER 13
This frigging substitute had to go. Gabriel hadn’t even done the previous night’s assignment, and now she wanted to start every class with a six-question warm-up that she would collect and grade each day.
He might as well just kill himself right now.
It wasn’t like he could wrangle his thoughts into submission, anyway. He kept thinking about the fire.
Last night had been a fluke. Too many things could have gone wrong. Sure, he’d held the flames for a few minutes—but he could have lost it. He could have killed that kid. Hunter. Himself.
He’d felt that kind of potential before.
But this had been different. Working with Hunter was like finding another level of control. It was nothing like calling elements with Nick, who always backed away from risk.
Gabriel scowled. He didn’t want to think about his twin.
Because thinking about the fight with Nick just made him think about the fight beforehand, with Layne’s father.
At least Layne wasn’t here yet. Gabriel wasn’t sure what to say once she showed up.
Taylor Morrissey swung onto the desk in front of him. Low-slung jeans revealed a solid six inches of tanned midsection despite the fact that temperatures had been in the low fifties every morning. Her hair spilled over one shoulder, but it just felt like such an act.
He kept his expression uninterested. “Hey, Taylor.”
She leaned forward, until he could see clear down the V-neck of her top. “Gary Ackerman said he saw you take the bus to school. What’s up with that?”
What was up with that was Nick being an asshole. He’d taken the car while Gabriel was in the shower.
He shrugged and looked at the doorway. Still no sign of Layne, so he dragged his eyes back to Taylor. “My brother had to get here early. I didn’t feel like it.”
He caught movement from the corner of his eye and saw Layne push through the doorway, her head down. Turtleneck, jeans, hair in a braid. She didn’t look at him.
“Your brother, huh?” said Taylor. She smirked.
He couldn’t figure out her tone—and he didn’t really care. He frowned at her. “What?”
Layne slipped into the chair beside him. It took everything he had not to look at her.
Taylor shrugged one shoulder. “You’re looking kind of, you know, tired today.”
She was implying something, but he had no idea what. He probably did look tired. It went right along with being tired. “Yeah, well, we can’t all be paragons of perfection like you, Taylor.”
From the corner of his eye, he saw Layne stiffen beside him. Hadn’t she said something similar last night? But then she was moving again, pulling things from her backpack.
Taylor leaned in, showing more of what she had to offer. Her voice was almost taunting. “Did you sleep at someone else’s house?”
Layne suddenly went very still.
Gabriel wanted to glare at her. Did Layne seriously think he’d leave her house like that, then go find some mindless girl to hook up with?
“Jesus, Taylor, scope your gossip with someone else. I was home all night.”
“Whatever you say.” She swung her legs against the desk, not at all bothered. “Did you hear about Alan Hulster?”
He glanced at the empty seat on the other side of his chair. “What, did someone finally kick his ass?”
“No, his house burned down.”
Gabriel snapped his head around. “What?”
“Yeah, like, to the ground.” Taylor pulled a piece of gum out of her purse and rolled it across her tongue suggestively, as if this news was just a sideline to her flirtation. “His little sister was trapped. They thought she was dead, but some fireman got her out just before the whole place collapsed. That dude is a hero. Isn’t that intense?”