Forgotten

Chapter 22: Stuck (Part 2)

I apologize that it's a day late. I know what I want to write, my problem is getting it from my brain to my computer. I have mixed feelings about this chapter, but I hope everyone likes it. :D

                  

We got back to Rylan's house. I now understood why it was usually Rylan who drove and not Kane. It wasn't that Kane was a bad driver, but he scared me. He'd taken a couple of turns so fast that I'd been afraid we were driving on two wheels.

            Kane and I headed up to Rylan's room to start homework while Rylan went to the kitchen to get a snack. The boys had plied me so full of food during lunch that I wasn't really hungry yet, but they claimed I'd need to eat to keep up my energy for tonight.

            I had doubts that they'd be able to help me shift at all tonight, if I even had the ability to do it to. I wasn't sure if I'd really shifted to begin with. The longer I thought about it, the more I was beginning to think it had been a figment of my imagination, or possibly a hallucination brought on by fear.

            I flopped down on Rylan's bed, lying on my stomach and swinging my bare feet in the air. Kane sat against the pillows, near my feet. From the way his pencil scratched against the paper, it sounded like he was drawing something.

            I groaned and banged my head against the text book I'd been reading out of. Kane nudged my knee with his shoe, and then shoved a book off his lap. He lay down next to my right side. "Science?"

            "I hate science." I mumbled into my arm.

            Kane gently moved my arm away from my notebook to see what I'd been working on. I looked over at him to see that his crystal blue eyes were focused on what I'd written. "I might not be the best at physics, but I can help you. If it would make you feel better, Tucker can check it when he gets here later. Not only does he do well in science, he likes it." He made a face, as if he couldn't imagine how someone could possibly enjoy this.

            "But you have your own homework to do." I didn't want him to have to help me with my homework on top of doing his own.

            "I don't have a ton of homework to do, and I have to do this assignment as well. We can just work on it together." He got off the bed and moved to the other side of me. "Scoot over, Alex."

            I glanced between him and the spot where he'd been lying just a second ago. "What's wrong with where you were?"

            He gently tapped my hip with the back of his knuckle. "Scoot over," he repeated. When I complied, he climbed up next to me. "I'm left handed. It'll be easier to see what we're doing if we aren't constantly trying to see around our dominant hands." Oh. That made sense.

            Rylan stepped through the door, carrying a plate of sliced apples and peanut butter. He stopped on his way to the bed and looked at us curiously. "What's going on?"

            Kane paused in the middle of explaining the assignment to me in words I'd understand. "We're hating science."

            Rylan's brows flew up in surprised amusement. "Well, that sounds like fun. Do I get to join the party?" He set the plate down on the bed in front of us and dropped into his computer chair so that we could get to work.

            The boys snacked while we worked on our homework, and we finished just in time for dinner. Paris joined us for dinner, and by the time we were done eating, the others had shown up as well.

            I sat outside with the others, watching Kane and Cedric roughhouse in their wolf forms. I was impressed that Rylan could still read so well in the fading sunlight. He didn't even scoot closer to the porch light as he tried to figure out where we'd start our lesson tonight.