Magic of the Moonlight: A Full Moon Novel (6 page)

FIVE

forecasts and flowers

M
y mind and heart were racing. Dr. Meadows’s prediction haunted me like the other ones she had forecasted. Why did we have to go to Penny for Your Thoughts in the first place? Not only did I have to deal with Nash’s behavior and Brandon’s impending transformation but now another vague glimpse into my future? I wasn’t sure what the prediction even meant. All I knew was someone was going to be bitten—by a wolf or werewolf—and somehow my love life would be complicated. Wasn’t it complicated enough already?

Once I’d left the basketball game, I didn’t know what to do. If I kept this a secret, I thought my mind would explode. Wasn’t I holding too many secrets already? And if I was going to tell someone, there was only one person to tell. The only person I thought might understand was Brandon—but by telling him, I’d risk him withdrawing from me because I’d be causing him more stress than he already had. As I drove home, I contemplated this new dilemma and realized I had to tell Brandon. Not only was he a great friend, but he always seemed sensible and he might be able to figure out what Dr. Meadows meant. Besides, it might be important that he know what the psychic was saying about him. I dialed him on my cell, but he didn’t pick up. When I pulled into my driveway, I texted him and waited. But still no response. Was he out in his backyard chopping wood? Or was he out grocery shopping for his grandparents and couldn’t grab his ringing phone?

When I reached my bedroom, I heard “Fly Me to the Moon” playing. Finally!

“I need to see you,” I blurted out.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“Yes. I just need to talk. Can I come to your house?”

“Uh . . . sure. I was just working out back, so I’ll need to clean up.”

“Well, that might have to wait. I saw Dr. Meadows again.”

“Oh no,” he said. Then he didn’t speak.

“I’m on my way,” I said, and hung up the phone.

I found Brandon outside his guesthouse, waiting for me and holding a bouquet of pink and yellow tulips. Not only wasn’t he dirty from working, but his hair was slightly damp from showering, and he was wearing a different outfit from the one he’d worn to school.

When he saw me, he flashed a wide smile and handed me the lovely flowers.

“That’s so sweet of you!” I said. “I love tulips!”

“I saw them at the market, and I thought they belonged with you,” he said, watching me breathe them in. The fragrant aroma was as invigorating as he was. “I was planning on leaving them by your locker tomorrow, but when you called, I figured I’d give them to you in person.”

“That was so thoughtful!” I leaned my head on his chest, but when I didn’t come up for a kiss, he sensed something was wrong.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“I don’t want to tell you.” I gazed down at my sneakers.

“Is everything all right?”

“For now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I got another warning from Dr. Meadows,” I said, now looking up at him.

“I thought you weren’t going to see her.”

“I wasn’t. But Ivy and Abby got it in their heads that they wanted a fortune told—mine—and they dragged me there.”

“Did you tell her about my condition? Did she have an antidote for me?” he asked, hopeful. I could tell that even though he didn’t trust Dr. Meadows, either, he longed for a solution to his lycan transformation.

“I didn’t ask. I was afraid if I said anything to her, then she would somehow read my thoughts and figure out you were the werewolf. I didn’t want her to show up at your house with a TV crew.”

He sighed, disappointed, then pushed his dark locks away from his gorgeous face.

“I appreciate that,” he said. “What did she say?”

“‘Beware of a bite under a full moon. It will complicate your love life,’” I recited.

Brandon paused. At any moment he was going to confess he had dreams that he was going to bite me. But instead, he only laughed.

“You know it doesn’t mean anything,” he reassured me, resting his hand on my shoulder. “Why are you so worried?”

“But last time everything she said happened. ‘Beware of the woods . . . of the sounds of howling.’ Remember? ‘There could be outsiders who will turn . . . underneath the glow of the full moon.’ I was lost in the woods—and met that pack of wolves. And then you turned underneath the glow—”

“Of the full moon. I know. But just because she said it didn’t mean it would happen. It could be coincidence,” he tried to assure me.

“Yes. But when I left there, I got caught in a snowstorm, the full moon came out, you were bitten, and now you are a . . .”

He sighed. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t know what it means.” My hands shook and my voice quavered.

“What do you
think
it means?” he asked, entertaining my concern.

“That you will bite me and it will come between us.”

“Now that is ridiculous! Have I bitten you before?”

“No.”

“Then why would I now?”

“I don’t know.” I stared up at the most attractive guy I’d ever encountered, one who was not only handsome but kind. Then I realized I had just told him he might bite me and turn me into a wolfgirl. My love life was spinning out of control.

“Well, now you have me worried.” He stepped away from me.

Getting it off my chest didn’t relieve the burden of Dr. Meadows’s warning like I thought it would; it only made things worse.

I bounced over to him—the guy who only a moment ago was sporting an infectious smile now was wearing a frown. “Like you told me,” I began, “what she says can be baloney. And if it is true, well, who knows what it means? Maybe
I’ll
bite
you
,” I teased.

“I never figured moving here would be so complicated. So much has happened in such a short time. I figured the biggest thing I’d have to deal with was making friends. Now it seems like the last thing on my mind.”

“And you should have friends. You should have me, Ivy, and Abby.”

“I appreciate it—but like I said, that’s the last thing I’m concerned with now. I want to fix this situation so we can be together.”

“I do, too.”

“But now, with a prediction that I might bite you? The last person I’d ever want to hurt?”

I hated that I put that thought in Brandon’s mind. My need for him to reassure me only made him the one who needed to be reassured now.

“You’re right,” I pressed. “You haven’t bitten me before. In fact, you’ve been so gentle, I long for those nights when there is a full moon. If you were harmful, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to come over here and add more stress to the situation. I came here to be with you.”

I leaned into him and slid my hands around his back, still gripping my flowers. I clung to him as if I’d never let go.

He laid his head on my shoulder. I could feel his smooth cheek against my own and knew that by the next full moon his face would be ripe with facial hair and a goatee. This threat of his lycan condition was once again spoiling our moments together.

“Why don’t we forget about things for a bit?” he asked, raising his head and taking a deep breath.

“Sure.” I held the flowers close to me.

It was still chilly, but we walked up to the hilltop and hiked through the woods. Brandon was so stunningly gorgeous I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I had to squeeze his hands extra hard just to believe that this hot guy was indeed standing beside me. In the woods, alone, there was nothing that could come between us and no one we had to hide from. We could truly be ourselves. And even though Brandon wasn’t in werewolf form, he had a heightened sense of our surroundings. He pointed to a pack of deer before they came into view. They were beautiful, hopping over branches and following one another in the woods.

Finally we rested at the foot of a tree by the stream. The water was cold but not frozen. It babbled so calmly that it was like the soothing sounds Dr. Meadows had playing in her store. It was wonderful to experience the sight of the flowing water in addition to the relaxing sounds of the stream.

Brandon pulled me to him. “Everything is so peaceful here,” he said.

“I know. I wish we could stay forever.”

“Let’s,” he said dreamily. “We’ll set up a tent back here.”

“And we’ll live in it together.”

“We’ll make our own food and walk together during the day.”

“We’d never get bored,” I said.

“I don’t think so, either. There would be so much to do. You could write your stories.”

“And in the winter we could find a frozen pond where you could play hockey.”

“We could be nature-schooled,” he joked.

“Doesn’t that sound awesome?” I said, resting my head on his leg.

Brandon fingered my hair, and I cozied up against him. Soon we were lost in each other’s lips.

“I am really happy I came here,” he said.

“To this stream?” I asked, dizzy from his kisses.

“No, to Legend’s Run.”

“Even with all its complications?”

“Well, I could do without some,” he teased, “but yes, even with those.”

“So you don’t miss Miller’s Glen?” I asked. “Not even a little bit? I can’t imagine leaving my home and my friends.”

“Yeah, I miss my friends. I was planning on going back for a visit, but I don’t think so now—not with the whole moon-changing events.”

“So you can’t go back?”

“Not with an impending full moon.”

I was relieved that he wasn’t planning on leaving town anytime soon. But I also felt lonely for him—I was his only friend in Legend’s Run. It only made me hug and kiss him more.

“Besides,” he said, staring at me. “Nothing would take me away from you now. Not ever.”

SIX

wolf calls

A
t school on Monday after the party fiasco, I found I was the subject of whispers and mumbling in the school hallways. Though Ivy and Abby were gossips and giggles as usual, Nash, his crew, and other students took Brandon’s showing up to the party and leaving early—with me—as even more of a reason to isolate him. And my leaving with Brandon didn’t go unnoticed by the other members of the once-happy sixsome.

I figured Nash wouldn’t tell our friends that my reason for taking Brandon home had as much to do with my romantic feelings for him as it did my tendency to help out the underdog. Understandably, Nash wouldn’t want to admit to our group that I was interested in anyone besides him.

As I met Ivy and Abby and pulled my books from my locker, I noticed students laughing and pointing when they walked by a locker at the end of the first-floor corridor.

“What’s up with that?” I asked Ivy and Abby.

“Don’t know,” Ivy said, almost salivating with interest. “Let’s check it out.”

We approached the small crowd and noticed it was Brandon’s locker they were pointing to. It had the word
WOLFMAN
painted on it.

My heart sank. “This is awful!” I said.

“They aren’t even original,” Ivy added.

“Do you think Nash did this?” I asked.

“I don’t think so . . . but let’s ask him,” Abby said. She stormed over to him and I followed closely.

Nash was standing by Heidi Rosen, and that made me even madder. If he was really so anxious to be with me again, he had a strange way of showing it.

I scooted past Abby and pushed my way between Nash and Heidi.

“Did you do that?” I asked him, point-blank.

“Do what?”

“Paint Brandon’s locker.”

“No. Why, does it need painting?”

“It does now.” I was fuming.

Just then a crowd began to gather around us, not only Ivy and Abby but Jake and Dylan and a few more nosy members of the student body.

“If you didn’t do this, then who did?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Who am I, Sherlock Holmes?”

Heidi laughed an annoying cackle.

“Besides, we offered to take him home,” Nash said. “Jake and Dylan, too. Wasn’t that nice of us?”

“I think it was really nice,” Heidi interjected. “He took me home.”

I turned away and headed back to Brandon’s locker.

“She’s not even that athletic,” Abby said, catching me at the locker. “She can’t do a cartwheel, much less the splits. I don’t know how she’s a cheerleader.”

“Yes,” Ivy said, “and I guess you don’t have to take an IQ test to get on the squad.”

Even though deep down I wasn’t truly jealous that Nash was hanging out with another girl, it was so nice to have my two friends defend me. I was hoping they’d do the same for Brandon.

“I have to go get some towels,” I said.

“Why?” Ivy asked.

“I want to wipe this off.”

“Celeste, you’ll get dirty,” she said. “Let the janitor take care of it.”

“I don’t want Brandon to see this. How would you feel if you got to your locker and someone had written
WOLFMAN
on it?”

Ivy thought. “That wouldn’t make sense. I’m a girl.”

But Abby got my point, and I think she still felt indebted to Brandon for rescuing her dog because she said, “C’mon, Ivy, let’s help.”

She and Ivy followed me into the bathroom and grabbed paper towels and soaked half of them in soap and water. We returned to find Jake and Dylan standing by the locker, beaming.

Abby pushed them aside, and we started to wash the paint off.

“What are you doing?” Jake asked.

“What you should be doing,” Ivy said.

“Are you crazy? Stop that.”

He tried pulling his girlfriend away from the locker, but she refused.

“Get off,” she said.

“You too,” Dylan said to Abby. “Someone will see you.”

“I think everyone sees us,” she said, referring to the small crowd that had gathered around us.

“Why are you both defending him, too?” Jake asked. “It was wrong of you to bring another dude to the party. Don’t you know how that looks?”

“I invited him,” Abby said, putting some muscle into her scrubbing.

“Fine, you’ve done enough,” Dylan said. “But you both are doting on him just as much as Celeste is.”

“Are you crazy?” Abby asked. “We are so not.”

“And what if they are?” I asked.

Just then I noticed Brandon walking down the hallway. A few howls came from the crowd.

Brandon looked slightly embarrassed and more than annoyed with the students’ wolf cries. When he approached his locker, we were just finishing up.

“What’s going on?” he asked, upset with what he saw.

“We were just cleaning lockers,” I said. “It is part of our school renewal program.”

“You girls don’t have to,” he said.

“We’re almost done—” Abby said.

“You are done,” Dylan directed.

“You too,” Jake added. They took the towels from the girls and led them away from Brandon.

The crowd dispersed and I stood alone with Brandon, holding the blackened towel in my hand. My hair hung down in my face, and I had a few smudges on my sweater.

He gently lifted the piece of hair from my face and brushed it back. I felt a million chills surge through me. We locked eyes, and I was sure he was going to kiss me. Right there, in front of his locker, near meandering students, in full view of my friends.

The bell rang, and the hallway filled with students. Ivy came over to me and guided me back to our lockers. The last thing I was going to focus on was learning academics. There was only one thing I was going to think about and that was Brandon.

*  *  *

After a few more days of the wolf calls, I could see the harassment was taking its toll on Brandon. Though he tried to hide it, he seemed to be a bit agitated and almost depressed. I couldn’t bear silent witness to it any longer.

“Where are you going?” Ivy asked when I didn’t go in the direction of our table.

“I think we should sit somewhere else today,” I said, trying for nonchalance. I acted like it wasn’t a big deal to switch tables.

“What?” Ivy gasped. “This is our table. We’ve been sitting here for years!”

I spun around. “Why don’t we all sit somewhere else?” I suggested as if I had a fabulous new idea. “It would be fun. A brand-new view of the cafeteria, and perhaps we could make new friends.”

“We don’t need new friends,” she said in a huff.

“C’mon. Let’s live on the edge. Just this once.”

“I don’t want to live on the edge,” Ivy said. She shifted her hips to one side as if her tray were holding heavy textbooks instead of a small salad. “I want to sit with Jake.”

“Yeah, and I want to sit with Dylan,” Abby chimed in. “Don’t you want to hang with Nash?”

“Listen,” I began in a whisper. “If we sit with Brandon, whoever is doing this will stop tormenting him.”

“Brandon?” they exclaimed in unison.

“That’s what this is about?” Ivy wondered.

“I already invited him to my party,” Abby winced. “Do we have to eat lunch with him, too?”

“You guys are popular,” I said. “So if we sit with him, he’ll look cool because he’s with the cool people. Then the spray-painting antics will be over.”

“No, then they’ll be spray painting our lockers as well,” Ivy said.

“They wouldn’t dare,” I said. “That’s why this is so easy—”

“Well, you’re popular, too,” Abby said. “Why don’t you sit with him?”

They both glared at me with razor-sharp eyes, awaiting my answer.

This was the moment. I could either stand tall or cave in. Be the person I was hoping they’d be or behave as all the other cliques did and simply mind my own business. Ivy and Abby were going to sit by their boyfriends. Perhaps it was time for me to sit by mine.

“I think I will.” The words came out before I had a chance to change my mind.

I thought Ivy was going to drop her tray from shock. “Oh, come on,” she said. “Are you insane? You could be killed over there!”

“Yeah, it’s totally not safe—or cool,” Abby advised. “A party was one thing, but I agree with Dylan, we’ve done enough.”

“I have to sit with Jake,” Ivy said, “and Abby sits with Dylan and you with Nash. Let’s go.” They began to walk away, but I didn’t follow.

“Are you coming?” Abby asked.

I didn’t move. Instead I turned in the direction of Brandon’s table—the skater table.

“Celeste!” Ivy called. But I didn’t look back.

“C’mon, Celeste!” Abby said. “We get that you are trying to do the right thing.”

But I didn’t join my friends and continued to gaze toward the opposite side of the cafeteria.

“Fine.” Ivy finally resigned. “We’ll catch up to her after lunch.”

“If she survives the lunch bell,” Abby said. I could hear their heels clicking against the linoleum floor as they walked to our table.

At this point, I was no longer worried that my friends would abandon me. I knew they’d just assume I was up to my old goody-two-shoes save-the-world ways. And hadn’t Brandon saved me from the wolves in the woods? This was the least I could do.

But it was harder than I thought. It would be the first time I sat anywhere else but with my friends. All my high school years were spent in Ivy’s and Abby’s company. Even if one was at home sick, I was by the side of the other. We never stepped foot on the other side of the cafeteria even to throw our trash away. And this time I was not only planning to venture onto their half but actually sit down with one of their own.

I took a deep breath and walked toward Brandon’s table. At first I went unnoticed. But when I walked past several tables of Eastsiders and crossed into Westsider territory, I began to get stares. I was uncomfortable and my palms grew clammy, the tray beginning to slip and shake in my hand. The spoon for my Jell-O began to rattle, and it only drew attention to how nervous I felt inside. I knew it wasn’t too late to turn back. No one would be the wiser. My friends would greet me with a laugh and a few “goody-girl” jabs. The Westsiders would go back to eating their sandwiches and talking about how materialistic we were.

But I remembered the stares from the wolves in the woods that day when the blizzard blinded me, I was lost, and Brandon saved me. These stares felt just as deadly, but I knew that I wasn’t in any real physical danger now. I had to convince myself that Brandon was there for me—and I had to be there for him. I couldn’t shy away from the unknown but needed to embrace it and have it provide me with strength, just as he had. I took another deep breath; I felt as if I were walking in the wrong part of town. This time I was the outsider, the one who didn’t belong. But I didn’t care. I stood tall and continued on my way, as if I’d been sitting on that side of the cafeteria since I was a freshman.

I came to the skater table, where Brandon normally sat. Several students eyed me but didn’t say anything—as if my presence was too shocking for words. I set my shaking tray down on the table and I finally plopped down on the bench next to Brandon’s empty seat. I heard several gasps and whispers.

“What is Miss Priss doing here?” Hayley said loud enough for me to hear. Her friends laughed.

I ignored her.

“Don’t you have your own table over there on the Eastside?” she asked.

As I opened my lunch, I felt unsettled and understood the loneliness Brandon must have felt eating by himself. The caf was filled with noisy laughing, talking, and eating. Everyone had a pal, a best friend, or a group to chill out with. Not being included or having anyone to even smile at made me feel very self-conscious and hollow inside.

And then it hit me. What if Brandon didn’t eat in the lunchroom today? What would I do? Would I sit and eat alone the entire lunch bell—or get up to leave early to jeers and howling from Westsiders who thought, to begin with, that my presence must be a joke? I didn’t want to become the laughingstock of Legend’s Run. The last thing I felt like doing was eating my lunch—my stomach was flip-flopping with nerves—but I knew I had to do something other than sit and stare back at the glaring eyeballs.

My sandwich felt rotten as it hit the pit of my stomach, but I continued to chew and swallow another bite. Finally I spotted Brandon coming into the lunchroom.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Brandon caught sight of me and appeared just as shocked as the others. But instead of making remarks and scowling, his face brightened. He headed over with all lunchroom eyes on him and sat down next to me.

“What are you doing here?” he asked with a smooth, sultry voice.

“I was tired of watching you get teased. Now maybe it will stop.”

He glanced around. Everyone was looking at us, especially my friends at my table, but I continued to eat my lunch as if we were the only ones in the lunchroom.

Brandon didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t the reaction I’d expected.

“It’s okay,” I said. “You can eat, too.”

“Did you tell your friends about us?” he whispered.

“No.”

“Then what’s up?” he asked. “Why the sudden change in seating?”

“I wanted Ivy, Abby, and me to sit with you. If everyone saw us hanging out with you, then I thought . . .”

“The hazing would stop?”

“I thought it might.”

“But Ivy and Abby didn’t go for it?” he said with a smile.

I shook my head.

“That’s really cool.”

“That they didn’t?”

“No, that you did. That was really cool.” He locked eyes with me.

I could kiss you right now,
his gaze spoke to me. I blushed and turned to my food.

He opened his bag and pulled out two overstuffed sandwiches. Ever since Brandon had become a werewolf, his eating habits had taken on a new life. He ate three times the normal amount of food a typical student would eat.

He scooted his leg next to mine so they were touching. No one in the cafeteria knew our little secret. I was tingly and so distracted that I could barely eat my lunch.

I was hoping we’d be able to get through lunch without incident, but deep down I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Nash approached the table and stood across from me and Brandon. Jake and Dylan flanked him on either side.