“Get back in here, Truvy!”
In my driver’s seat, I turn the ignition and look up to see her on the other side of the hood just as she does a little Marilyn shimmy for me accentuating her puffed up chest before blowing me a kiss and running back inside.
And that’s when the thud happens. There’s no way I can fall any further.
I love her.
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Theo
I drum my fingers along my thigh, itching to get out of class. Spring break starts in thirty minutes, and I can’t wait to have a solid week of endless Laney
days. Neither of us can really afford to take off anywhere special, but both Troy and Lance left last night, which means I have a week to play house with her.
The longer the lecture goes on, the more I want to claw my hair out and curse my stupidity for not just taking the day, like half the class. If I weren’t so amped about the week ahead, I would be half asleep like the rest of the dark room, due to the amount of rain cloud cover while the teacher drones on. It’s when the room goes significantly darker that an ominous feeling creeps over me, drawing my attention to the window. And I’m not the only one who notices.
“Oh my God,” a girl whispers next to me, “is that what I think it is?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Oh SHIT!”
Camera phones come out like guns in a gangster movie as fear temporarily paralyzes me.
“Everyone get back in your seats, please,” the instructor says just as more students line up against the room-long span of windows to our left. We all jump when every phone lights up with a weather alert, including mine as I pull it from my backpack.
Theo: Drop what you’re doing, get Max, get inside. Get in the tub!
Cursing my stupidity for texting, I frantically dial her number instead and get no answer watching in horror as the cloud circulates at rapid speed toward the ground. I can’t be sure how far away, but I know it’s in the direction of her house.
My fingers fly over the keys as a girl screams out. “It’s down. It’s down!”
Theo: Tornado! Get inside. Get in the bathroom! NOW!
“All of you out in the hall! Now!”
Fear like I’ve never known races through me as I curse my stupidity for not ever getting Devin’s number. Laney said she would be home. Why isn’t she answering?
Think, Theo.
Hardin Sports.
I Google the number and dial it and am connected to Devin in seconds while still frantically texting Laney.
“Devin, a tornado just touched down.”
“I know. I just heard. Chase is with me.”
“Good, have you talked to Laney?”
“Not since last night.”
“Is there a siren near her house?”
“I think so.”
“She’s not answering. Please, Devin, tell me there’s a siren! Have you ever heard one there?”