I rifle through the fridge, looking for something good to eat. Dad’s not going to be home until late tonight, so I figure I might as well stick with leftovers. Grant, my older brother, is in college in Switzerland. I miss him, but it’s kind of nice to have the house to myself sometimes.
I pull the lasagna I made last night out of the fridge and scoop some onto a plate to heat up. I’ve always been one to experiment while cooking, and I tried adding chili powder. I loved how it turned out, but Dad spent all night gulping down water. I guess I’ll have to add less next time.
It’s lonely. I could always go visit Maxwell, but he’s probably asleep. At least, yesterday at this time it was night there. It could be the middle of the afternoon today. But it doesn’t matter. I’ll probably just relax with a book, or watch a movie.
The microwave dings and I pull out my plate. I take it into the living room and slump onto the couch. Work was tough today, since I was shelving books in the science section today. Seriously, who writes over a million words about earthworms? And who would actually read that? And Rebecca didn’t stop by like I’d been hoping she would. I mean, it’s not like I would have talked to her about the group or anything, but it would have been nice to see her, my only sort-of friend in the world. This one, that is.
To be honest, I’m not completely against the idea of the superhero group. I just don’t know most of them very well, and none of them are like me. I’m not sure if I can trust them or not, either, but I guess I’ll be finding out if I keep going to the meetings. Which I guess I should, now that Rebecca knows about my powers.
The phone rings and I sigh, setting my plate down on the coffee table and standing up. I mosey my way over to the phone as it rings again and check the caller ID. Nobody I know. Probably either one of Grant’s old friends who thought he was coming home this week or one of Dad’s friends or coworkers. I pick it up. “Hi, Warrick residence, Saxon speaking. Mr. Warrick is not here at the moment, and Grant’s in Switzerland. If you’d like to leave a message for one of them, go ahead, if not, hang up. And if you’re interested in a date with Mr. Warrick, I can add you to the waiting list.”
Silence. Oh boy, I’m going to regret that, aren’t I? “Um, hi, Saxon. It’s Audrey, from the café?”
I lean against the counter. Ho boy. “Hey. Should I add you to the waiting list?”
I can feel the awkward tension. “Uh, no thanks. Listen, I’m in a little mess right now, and I could really use some help. Lannis isn’t answering her phone, and I don’t know if she’s picking up on me, and your number was the first I found.”
Poor girl. I can hear the stress in her voice, and it sounds like she’s on the verge of a breakdown. “I’ll be right there. Give me twenty minutes.”
“Okay,” she says, and I hang up. I stretch, grab another bite of lasagna, and snatch a slice of cake off the counter. I close my eyes and teleport to where Audrey is. Swallowing a bite of cake, I clear my throat. “Super Saxon to the rescue. How may I be of service, m’lady?”