Hello fellow Falling Skies lovers! My name is Kaylee and I co-own this account with my best friend and I will be typing in this font:] Alyssa and I both love Falling Skies so much that we decided to create a story out of it!:D So thanks for checking it out!:D I will admit, it is rather boring in the first few chapters, but don;t let that discourage you from continuing on in reading! I promise you it gets better and less repetitive:p Anyways, Enjoy!:D -Kaylee


Prologue: Kaylee's POV

We were alone the day they decided to attack us. Neither of us knew what to do or how to react. All we could do was wait to see what fate wanted to do with us. My best friend Alyssa and I were in her basement, watching a movie when all of the power went off and the bombs began raining down on us. Truthfully, I wasn't all that scared; I had lost my parents a few months back and I had no idea where my older brother was. I was used to living on my own so I didn't have anyone to worry about. I was in serious shock though. Who-or what-was here on Earth? And more importantly: What was going to happen to Alyssa and me?

Prologue: Alyssa's POV

I was scared when they attacked. I'll never admit it but I was. I didn't know what to do, except wait for it all to stop. When we went outside later to investigate, everyone was gone, dead. It was only Kaylee and me. Part of me was happy about that. With my dad gone, I could stop living in fear, no more working hard to keep my little sister and I alive. I was already practically living on my own. My dad was always gone and whenever he was home, he was drunk. He worked, sometimes, but he never actually paid bills-I did. The thing I was scared about the most was having to learn to use weapons. I hate guns; those were always my brother Kenny's thing. He is, or was, in the Navy. He was killed in a bombing a year ago today. Kaylee, who went to see what happened, came back in with complete and utter fear on her face. Kaylee never shows emotion, she even kept a straight face through her parent's death, and didn't cry once. I think that is what scared me most. I gripped Kenny's dog tags; something I always wore. What was going to happen to two kids from a broken home?

First Impressions

Kaylee's POV

"Did you hear that?" I asked

"What?"

"That noise…it sounded like a door closing or something." Either I'm going insane or there's someone in our house. Probably insanity.

"Dude, chill. There is nothing there. You're being crazy." Alyssa said firmly, examining the barrel on one of her pistols.

"Yeah I guess you're right."

"I am always right," Alyssa stated. I rolled my eyes. "Plus we have been here for what? Six months? No one's going to be around."

"True."

I nodded and rubbed my eyes. I knew there was no way that anyone would be here right now but I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was in the house. Alyssa was going on about how it could be a hot boy who came to rescue us, but honestly I was only half listening. She fantasizes so often that I practically memorized anything she could possibly think of. I heard shallow breathing and footsteps, this time for sure. The next thing I knew, a cold barrel of a gun was pressed to my head, trigger sounding and everything. I glanced at Alyssa who gave me the slightest nod. We raised our hands, stood up slowly and turned around.

It was two guys about our age standing there. They seemed like they were expecting us to react that way, as if they had done this before. Only, their reality was about to be totally flipped. I wish I had a camera to capture the look on their faces when they saw what happened next. Alyssa reached to the side of her belt and wrapped her hands around her nunchucks, only the boys didn't see. She slid them out and flung the nunchucks across their loaded guns causing them to land across the dining room with a loud clatter. In the second it took them to realize what just happened, I had my Calico M960 and my revolver pointed at them.

"Now that that's out of the way," Alyssa said taking out her handgun and clicking the trigger into place, "start talking."

The elder of the two instantly spoke up, most likely scared shitless. "My name's Hal this is my brother, Ben, and we're from the Second Massachusetts Militia Regiment-"

"You're with the resistance?" Alyssa questioned.

"Yeah, we were hunting-"

"No shit."

"-Hunting for provisions and saw you two-"

"And thought it would be nice to introduce your selves by putting a gun to our heads?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Hal glared at Alyssa.

"If you want us to keep talking you need to shut up."

"I'll do what I want-"

"You know what-" Alyssa and Hal started bickering and using profanity that was quite strong, even for me. I took this moment to really look at the two. If I'm being honest, they were pretty decent looking. Hal had black hair and brown eyes and Ben had blondish-brown hair and hazel eyes. They looked nothing alike, and if Hal hadn't said they were related I would've never guessed it. I noticed that Ben was watching me watching him. He seemed to be doing the same thing I was: analyzing the enemy. We were just staring at each other, zero emotion on our faces. I could tell he had a knife in his pocket since there was a small rounded point peeking out of it, not a smart move on his part. It had gotten really quiet, like dead silent. Hal was sending a murderous look at Alyssa and she was returning it right back. It was quite an amusing sight to see, what with Alyssa being nearly a foot shorter than Hal and giving him the most hate-filled glare I'd ever seen. Ben was looking back and forth between everyone with a nonchalant expression. This was probably normal behavior for his brother, and I knew this was definitely normal for Alyssa. She had the shortest temper in the world and a whole lot of attitude, and judging the way Hal immediately set himself up for a brutal argument, he was exactly the same way. Hal and Alyssa's voices began getting louder and louder and Ben was attempting to calm the two down. Like that was going to get us somewhere.

"HEY!" I shouted loudly. They all looked taken aback, since it was the first time I spoke during all of this; even Alyssa looked a little surprised. She was usually the one who did all the talking. "I honestly don't give a damn about who you guys are and where you came from, so can you please just get to the point of your conversation and then leave us the hell alone?" People say I have a strong voice. I suppose I do, I rarely ever talk unless I want to (which isn't often) so my voice comes out stronger than it should when I speak.

Ben, being the first to recover from my outburst, spoke up. "Fine, but we need a minute to talk things over."

"Whatever," I said while knocking past his shoulder as I left the room. We grabbed their guns off the floor and went into the living room to give them some privacy.

"These guns are absolute crap," I said taking in the many scratches, dents, blood stains, and poor quality bullets. Alyssa smiled and shook her head at me as we patiently waited on the dusty couch.

A few minutes passed and they came back into the room. Ben started talking. "Well we were thinking that-"

"Awww how cute Hal had to send his wittle brother to do his talking, or is he not smart enough to think of anything and this was all your-" she gestured to Ben, "idea?" Again with the sarcasm. She never stops.

"Look girl-"

"It's Alyssa for your information."

Hal looked like he wanted to strangle Alyssa. "I don't believe in hitting girls, nor have I ever wanted to, but if I have to continue to talk to you I'm pretty sure that I'll make an exception-"

"You. Don't. Scare. Me."

"Fine! You know, we were only trying to help you guys out but if you guys are doing just fine on your own-"

Alyssa was about to agree with that but I cut her off. We weren't doing too well in the food department and we both wanted more company around than we had, so the least we could do was hear them out. "Wait, wait, wait. Help us out? How?"

"You seem like you two are in the same situation all of us were in before we joined the 2nd Mass. Low supplies, few weapons, and no medical care. The 2nd Mass has food, water, ammunition, weapons, and even a doctor. And even though we didn't exactly start off on the right foot, you guys should come back with us," Ben's eyes looked from me to Alyssa, awaiting a response.

"Give us a minute," I said. Once the boys were in the kitchen, I turned to my best friend. She didn't look too happy. "I know you don't want to go, but we aren't going to survive if we keep living like this. Soon enough, more aliens will appear, take what's left of the resources, and we'll die. This is our best chance."

"I'm not going."

"Yes, you are. C'mon, if we hate living there then we'll just come back. There's no harm in trying."

Alyssa thought it over and sighed. "Alright. But the next time that douche insults me, we're leaving."

I smiled. "Okay."

We pushed open the door to the kitchen and stood briefly. "We'll go with you," Alyssa said. "We need to get some stuff from our house though."

"Okay. We'll ride over with you guys," Hal responded.

"Can we have our guns back? We can't really lose weapons like those." Ben told us.

Like I'd actually wanted to keep them? They don't even qualify as moderately okay weapons, let alone a quality gun. Alyssa gave them- more like shoved- their guns and turned on her heels. I followed after her, and I could've sworn I heard Hal ask Ben if this was a good idea or not. Ben punched Hal in the arm and kept walking.

I rolled my eyes. This was going to be a looonngg day.

Alyssa and I walked side by side while the boys trailed behind us, walking their motorcycles to conserve as much fuel as possible. I was tired of holding my Calico, so I swung it around and let it sit on my back, entirely concealed by my black hoodie. I zipped it back up and slid my hands into the pockets. My mind was wandering to the previous night when I wondered if other people had survived or not. I knew about the 2nd Mass and the other Masses when a group of men dressed in camouflage had stopped by the house and talked about how they were splitting up what was left of Massachusetts into smaller groups to look for any survivors. Must be the reason why Hal and Ben wanted us to come with them.

My side bangs fell in my face as I looked around the neighborhood that was once spotless and well taken care of. Sometimes I'd wake up and think that everything was just the way it was, until I'd look to my side and see my guns on the dresser Alyssa and I shared.

"Pretty impressive what you guys did back there," Ben complimented, talking about our attack on them.

"Thanks," Alyssa replied.

"You guys caught us way off guard. It didn't even look like you had a gun on you, especially two." I realized Hal was talking to me. I gave him a small nod as my response. If he knew what was on me now, he'd probably shit himself.

"She's not a fan of weapons," Alyssa stated. She glanced at me when she said this, and I could tell she was trying not to crack a smile. I was straining myself to suppress a laugh at how big of a lie that was. In reality it was other way around; I forced Alyssa to carry her guns and a few small knives for protection. She was a better fist fighter and could knock someone out before they knew what had happened to them.

"What, do you eat for her, too?" Hal wondered sarcastically, referring to Alyssa answering for me.

She balled her hands into fists and turned around sharply. She had her arm raised and she was just about to sock Hal in the face, but my hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

"Stop," I said softly. "Don't let him get to you." Alyssa muttered a few curse words and started walking again.

"She has way too short of a temper," Hal chuckled and shook his head.

"Yeah, like you," I retorted. Alyssa and I were highly defensive of each other; always had been always would be.

Ben started laughing at my remark which earned him a slap in the arm from Hal. I ran my fingers through my bangs to get them out of my face and caught up with Alyssa. We were just about to turn onto our street.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine, but Hal won't be." I smiled and put my elbow on her shoulder as we walked home.

"We're here," Alyssa called over her shoulder as we crossed the dead lawn. I opened the door and trudged up the stairs. On the side of the steps were many, many bullet holes from when I taught Alyssa to shoot her gun. It was the only place that the aliens wouldn't hear the shots and that would be relatively safe to shoot. We opened her beat up door and picked up the backpacks we had pre-packed in case we needed to get out of the house quickly. I had another pair of high tops, two pairs of black skinny jeans, Alyssa's track jacket that she let me have and my uncle's military jacket, and a few black tank tops. The rest of the bag was filled to the brim with basic necessities that I could possibly need later.

Alyssa was filling her bag with the little clothes she had left and packing some photos of her family. Silently, I helped her put some of her belongings into the bag and a few things the 2nd Mass would appreciate, such as some medicines, Band-Aids and wraps, hair brushes, etc. I scanned the bare room, thinking about how long I had lived here and all the memories that were made here.

"You gonna miss it too?" Alyssa asked.

"Absolutely." I had been living with Alyssa for a year and a half before the invasion began since my parents died and my brother was out living on his own. Even if I was looking forward to a better future, I was going to miss this place.

We took one last look at the bedroom and headed downstairs to the guys, backpacks slung across our backs.

"We never properly introduced ourselves," Ben said once we were out front, "I'm Ben Mason." He extended his hand towards Alyssa first.

"Alyssa Carter." They shook hands and then Ben turned to me expectantly.

I looked at his hand for a moment, then blinked and brought eyes back to his. "Kaylee Parker." He awkwardly pulled his hand back and went towards his brother.

"The 2nd Mass is at least twenty miles west from here, so you guys are going to have to hop on," Hal patted the back of his seat on his bike.

"That won't be necessary," I said. I made my way to the hand bar of the garage and lifted it up. Inside, we had a few gallons of fuel and our two motorcycles. Alyssa's was a huge Kawasaki bike that went up to 200 miles an hour and I had a jet-black Suzuki that also went to 200 miles an hour. Alyssa's cousin owned a bike shop that had only four motorcycles left, so we took the best two and all the fuel that was left.

Hal and Ben began gaping as we walked the bikes out of the garage as well as the fuel. Did they really think that we would actually be the damsels in distress of our own story? Hell no! We haven't needed someone to lookout for us since we were twelve!

I stomped on the starter and revved up the engine. I loved the sound of the engine roaring to life, the feel of wind ripping through my hair, and the way my gloved hands fit perfectly with the handlebars. It was the closest I felt to normal; the closest I'd ever feel to normal, I guess.

Alyssa's POV

"Did you hear that?" Kaylee asked.

"What?"

"That noise, it sounded like a door closing or something."

"Dude, chill. There is nothing there. You're being crazy." I replied. She is so paranoid sometimes.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I'm always right," I replied with a smirk. She rolled her eyes. "Plus we have been here- what? Six months? No one's going to be around."

"True."

I started fantasizing about a prince coming to get us. It's nice just to think about that sometimes. Then I felt the cold hard barrel of a gun pressed to my head and I was brought out of my fantasy land. Kaylee glanced at me and I nodded. We raised our hands, stood up and turned around.

It was two boys standing there. The oldest couldn't have been that much older than me. They had blank looks on their face and were relaxed. Obviously they had done this before. They acted as though they were good at this. Well, I thought, let's see how good you really are. I slowly reached my hand to my nunchucks and in one fluid motion swung them across their guns, sending them flying across the room landing loudly. In the short while it took them to realize what happened, Kaylee had her two guns pointed at them.

"Now that's that out of the way," I said taking out my handgun and clicking the trigger in place, "start talking."

"My name's Hal and this is my brother, Ben, and we are from the Second Massachusetts Militia Regiment-"

"You're with the resistance?" I questioned. They must be fighters. Kaylee is going to get along with them real well. I will too, but Kaylee will more. She is the weapons girl; I'm more of a traditional fighter. They look like weapons people.

"Yeah, we were hunting-"

"No shit," I said in a DUHH kinda way.

"Hunting for provisions and saw you two-"

"And thought it would be nice to introduce your selves by putting a gun to our heads?" I asked my voice sarcastic. Hal glared at me. I am really good a pissing people of.

"If you want us to keep talking you need to shut up."

"I'll do what I want-"

"You know what you need to just shut up and let me finish!"

"Oh, I need to let you finish? I don't need to do shit!"

Hal and I started arguing. Suddenly I stopped talking. I realized Kaylee was looking at the boys. They may think she has a blank expression, but I can see it in her eyes: she thinks they're attractive. OH GOD NOT THESE TWO!

"What the wittle girl can't think of a comeback?"

"Screw you!" I yelled. My mom always said that was not lady like to say. Well, if that's not lady like then I don't even wanna know what she would say about what I REALLY wanted to say, and was about to if Kaylee had not interrupted.

"HEY!" she shouted loudly. Everyone was taken aback, even me. I don't think I have ever heard her yell. She has a really commanding voice and never had the need to. "I honestly don't give a damn about who you guys are and where you came from, so can you please just get to the point of your conversation and then leave us the hell alone?"

Ben, at least I think that's his name, was the first to speak. "Fine, but we need a minute to talk things over."

"Whatever," Kaylee said, shoving past his shoulder. We grabbed their guns and left, giving them privacy.

"These guns are absolute crap," Kaylee said examining the guns, even I could tell they are in poor quality. That's bad because what usually looks good to me, Kaylee finds something wrong with. I smiled.

We could hear them talking-or more like fighting. Ben seemed to have an idea that Hal didn't like. After a little bit, they came in. Judging by the look on Hal's face, Ben won the argument. Ben started talking. "Well we were thinking that-"

"Awww how cute. Hal had to send his wittle brother to do his talking, or is he not smart enough to think of anything and this was all your-" I pointed to Ben "idea?" Hal glared. Wow this is fun. He gets SO mad so quickly.

"Look girl-"

"It's Alyssa for your information."

Hal look like he wanted to hurt me. That feeling was mutual. "I don't believe in hitting girls, nor have I ever wanted to, but if I have to continue to talk to you I'm pretty sure that I'll make an exception-"

"You. Don't. Scare. Me."

"Fine! You know, we were only trying to help you guys out but if you guys are doing just fine on your own-"

I was about agree and say get the hell out but Kaylee cut me off. "Wait, wait, wait. Help us out? How?"

"You seem like you two are in the same situation all of us were in before we joined the 2nd Mass. Low supplies, few weapons, and no medical care. The 2nd Mass has food, water, ammunition, weapons, and even a doctor. And even though we didn't exactly start off on the right foot, you guys should come back with us," Ben's eyes looked from Kaylee to me, awaiting a response.

"Give us a minute," Kaylee said. Once the boys left Kaylee turned to face me.

"I know you don't want to go, but we aren't going to survive if we keep living like this. Soon enough, more aliens will appear, take what's left of the resources, and we'll die. This is our best chance."

"I'm not going." Is she seriously considering this?!

"Yes, you are. C'mon, if we hate living there then we'll just come back. There's no harm in trying."

I wasn't going to win this argument. "Alright. But the next time that douche insults me, we're leaving."

She smiled. "Okay." Sometimes I think my temper amuses her.

We walked into the kitchen. "We'll go with you," I said. "We need to get some stuff from our house though."

"Okay. We'll ride over with you guys," Hal said.

"Can we have our guns back? We can't really lose weapons like those." Ben told us. I tossed them their weapons. If they are as bad Kaylee says, we don't want them.

Kaylee and I walked side by side in silence for a while, the boys behind us, pushing their bikes.

"Pretty impressive what you guys did back there," Ben complimented, to break the silence.

"Thanks," I replied.

"You guys caught us way off guard. It didn't even look like you had a gun on you, especially two." Hal was talking to Kaylee. Oh Hal, if only you knew exactly how many guns she had, and not to mention all the other weapons.

"She's not a fan of weapons," I stated and looked at Kaylee. It took everything in my power to stop from cracking. That was such a load of bull. Kaylee was the queen of weapons. Me on the other hand, not so much. I'm a way better fist fighter.

"What, do you eat for her, too?" Hal wondered sarcastically, referring to me answering for Kaylee. My fist balled up and I was just about to beat the living shit out of Hal when Kaylee grabbed my wrist.

"Stop," She said softly. "Don't let him get to you." Hal better be thanking his lucky stars Kaylee was here to stop me.

"Fuck him," I muttered just loud enough for him to hear too.

"She has way too short of a temper," Hal chuckled and shook his head.

"Yeah, like you," Kaylee shot back. She didn't talk much but I could always count on her to stand up for me, just like I always stand up for her. We just had this bond.

Ben started laughing at her comeback which got him a slap in the arm from Hal. Obviously Hals temper was a frequently discussed topic between the two.

"You okay?" Kaylee asked.

"I'm fine, but Hal won't be." Ha! I could kill him in an instant. Next time, when Kaylee isn't there to stop me, to put it lightly, he is screwed.

Kaylee put her elbow on my shoulder. I hate it when she does that. She has always been tall one between us and me always short, even though I was a year older than her. I think the only reason I let her do it is because I call her Kayls and she hates it.

"We're here," I called over my shoulder as we crossed the old dead lawn. Kaylee opened the door and we headed upstairs. On the side of the steps were many, many bullet holes from when Kaylee tried, and failed, to teach me to shoot. I just couldn't do it though. Guns were maybe the one thing that scared me. I hated them. We opened my beat up door and picked up the backpacks we had pre-packed in case we needed to get out of the house, fast. I had a spare pair of Vans, some extra tank tops, a leather jacket, and a few pairs of shorts and my other belt. I also added a few juice boxes, which got a laugh out of Kaylee. I loved juice boxes when I was little and I guess just never grew out of them. Whenever I was sad, Kaylee would bring me a box of juice boxes and that always cheered me up.

I filled my bag with the little clothes I had and put some photos of my family inside, before everything became complicated, before my mom was killed and my dad stated drinking, and Kenny left for the army. That was the family I loved and missed. Not the family I lost to the aliens. I hated that family. Silently, Kaylee helped me put some of my belongings into the bag and a few things for the 2nd Mass. Kaylee scanned the bare room and I could tell she was thinking about all our childhood memories.

"You gonna miss it too?" I asked. Kaylee and I had so many memories together. We had practically grown up together. And even though I always used to drea, about leaving here and leaving my dad and being free I never thought it would be this soon. Kaylee and I had our whole lives planned. We were going to go to New York University and become famous actresses. It used to be just a childish dream, to be famous, but Kaylee and I had gotten serious about it, taking acting classes and stuff whenever we could.

"Absolutely." We headed downstairs.

"We never properly introduced ourselves." That's an understatement, I thought. "I'm Ben Mason." He extended his hand towards me first.

"Alyssa Carter." I said flatly and shook his hand.

He held his hand out to shake Kaylee's but she just looked at him and said, "Kaylee Parker." He pulled his hand back awkwardly.

"The 2nd Mass is at least twenty miles west from here, so you guys are going to have to hop on," said Hal and patted the back of his bike. There is no way in hell I am riding with HIM. I'd rather shoot a thousand guns than get on his bike.

"That won't be necessary," Kaylee said and opened up the garage. Inside we kept our two most prized possessions: Our bikes. My cousin owned a bike shop in town, after the attack, me and Kaylee got the best two we could find plus some fuel and we travel on those. I had some family in California and we used to travel out there a lot and go riding with them. I have been able to ride dirt bike since I was 5 and I stated teaching Kaylee a couple years ago, and she is really good. I love my bike because it was custom made for me. Just before the attack, I found out it was supposed to be my brother's when he got back, but when he died, he left it to me in his will. My cousin went through it and customized it and was going to give it to me for my sixteenth birthday, which is coming up in about a month. The boys just stared in awe at the bikes.

Hal's POV

"That won't be necessary" Kaylee said. What is she talking about? They aren't walking back to the 2nd Mass! I won't let them, I don't care how annoying they are, that's messed up. Okay, I might let Alyssa walk back but Kaylee doesn't seem that bad. Kaylee opened up the garage door and there stood two of the most amazing bikes I have ever seen.

"Are those yours?" Ben asked in shock.

"Yep. What? Jealous?" Alyssa smirked.

"Wait, you guys know how to ride these, right? Because we don't have time for lessons. If we aren't back soon they are going to send out a search party for us. "

"Yes, we know how to ride. How do you think we got them here from the shop, smartass?"

I rolled my eyes. "Let's go," They started up their bikes and we were off. We rode most of the way in silence. Me and Ben in front and the girls behind us. Suddenly I realized something. Weaver had sent us out to find a possible food source and/or fighters and these girls didn't seem like the fighting type. I have to get them to my dad first. He'll tell Weaver about them, not me.

I had to tell Ben this, though chances are he already knows. I can't risk it and I have to make sure he knows we have to keep these girls out of Weaver's sight before we get to Dad. And Karen, I realized quickly. She will lose it if she sees me come back with two girls. She has some trust issues and this isn't going to help us out. I slammed on the brakes, hoping Ben would hear the brakes screech and stop. It worked, but I was too busy making sure Ben stopped and forgot about the girls behind me. Kaylee skidded to a stop just in time, but Alyssa's bike slammed into mine and she went flying over the handle bars and was about to land with a thud on the ground, and possibly break something. I grabbed her arm and tried to stop her from landing too hard to the ground. It would have worked too since she landed on her feet but she lost her balance and went sliding down the gravel road. Ben being more tolerant of her then me reached her first. He helped her up and she had road rash up covering the entire side of her leg.

"WHAT THE HELL?! Don't you know you're supposed slowly stop or at least try and tell me your stopping? !" Not the reaction I was expecting. I didn't see one tear in her eyes. As much as I hate her, she is strong. I dismounted my back to go and see if I could help her.

"I got it," Kaylee said getting a first aid kit from her bag. As she opened it, I caught a glimpse inside and it looked like there was some C4 in there but I couldn't be sure. Who puts C4 in a first aid kit?! She disinfected Alyssa's leg and wrapped it up. Alyssa was quite mad at me she stomped right by me and hopped on her bike. We all headed out again. OH CRAP! I forgot to talk to Ben. Ben's bike started slowing down and then it just stopped, battery dead.

"Stupid piece of shit bike!" Ben yelled. I stopped; it was always a crappy bike that was more work than it was worth. Maybe now Weaver would finally let us trash it.

"Ben, it was always a crappy bike, maybe now we can finally get rid of it." Ben kicked the bike and it went tumbling down a hill. So much for bringing it back for spare parts.

"That's great and all but how do you suppose he gets home?" Alyssa asked. Oh shoot I didn't think of that!

"Ummmm I don't know any ideas?"

Silence.

An idea struck my mind. "Ben you take Alyssa's bike-"

"WHAT?" I didn't even have to look around to see who was talking.

"When we get back, our leader, Weaver, is not going to be nearly as tolerable as me so maybe you should work on not interrupting people. Ben you take her bike, Alyssa, hop on the back of mine-"

"Hell no. I'll ride with Kaylee."

I sighed. She is so damn aggravating. "You two won't fit. That bike's made for one person, plus you both have bags, I don't." I knew I was right. Alyssa knew it too. From the look on her face, this didn't make her happy. Ha!

"Fine," she growled.

I looked at Alyssa and said, "You know I am just as happy about this as you are."

"Just go."

So the rest of the ride went really well, even though by the way Alyssa's hands were tensing she wanted to strangle me. I was starting to think things were maybe getting better. The Massachusetts air was cold and crisp, something that never changed, even after the attack. When we pulled up in front of the school, there was a very pissed off Weaver waiting for us. Shit! How long had we been gone? Then, to make things worse, I saw a scared looking Karen, but her fear turned to rage when she saw me and Alyssa. Crap! I think I'd rather deal with Weaver.

He looked at all of us. "You four in my office. NOW!" Weaver snapped, then turned around and left. Yes, I'd way rather deal with Weaver.


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