Chapter 4

I went to find Ian. I figured that if I could find him, he'd tell me if he had asked me out earlier, and if he knew Jason had come back.

On my way to find him I passed Jason. Not looking at him, I practically ran to get away. He caught me by the arm.

It was a real, LIVE grip.

"Adara, what's wrong? You're avoiding me."

"Am I?" I asked, still not looking at him. Maybe if I didn't look, he wouldn't be there. But he was, and I was scared out of my mind.

"Adara."

"Look, I need to go."

"No."

The firmness in his voice made me look up. He looked a bit angry.

He's so cute when he's mad.

Always has been.

But right now, it was a scary kind of cute.

"We need to talk." He said

"Okay," I agreed. I tried to look him in the face without giving myself the chills and desperately failed, giving myself the chills.

"God, are you sick?"

"If I am," I answered, "it includes hallucinations."

"Okay."

"Why'd you do it?" I suddenly blurted out.

He looked at me as if I belonged in a psycho ward. Who cares if I do? At least I'm not undead!

"Do what?"

"Go drinking. Instead of picking me up that night. And then you drove, after drinking, and GOT YOURSELF KILLED."

"What?!"

"YOU DIED!!!" I yelled. "AND NOW YOU'RE BACK!! HOW ARE YOU BACK JASON?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"Um. I don't know what you're talking about. Just. calm down and."

"NO! No. I'll prove it to you!"

I ran to my locker, and Jason followed me. Inside was the horrible newspaper with Jason's death article in it. I took it out and shoved it into his face. He took it and read the headline, "New Movie Causes Commotion."

"Stop!" I tore the newspaper from his hands.

It had changed.