The Touch Series: Initiation Read Free Page A

“Yep. Pizza or Thai?”
                  “Thai, of course.”
                  “Got it,” but before slipping into the taxi, I needed to get his reassurance. “Artie, do you think it went well though? I feel like such a fool.”
                  He laughed. “Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything else from you. No offense.”
                  “None taken,” I muttered.  “goodnight.”
                  “Goodnight.”
                 
                                                                                       
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                               CHAPTER three
     
     
     
                  The door bell rang and I ran down downstairs before either of my parents got to the door first. I opened the door to find Artie with a case of Smirnoff Ice. My favorite. He gave me a devilish grin as he stepped in.
                  “Go upstairs and hide the drinks. My parents are going out to the town meeting in five minutes.”
                  He nodded and used his vampire speed to get upstairs in a nano-second. I turned to find my mother coming my way. “Who was that?”
                  “Girl Scouts.”
                  “This late?”
                  I shrugged my shoulders as I started heading up the stairs.                            
                  “We're heading out now. Watch over Nicholas.”
                  As my parents put their coats on and started heading towards the door, I noticed my brother sitting up at the top of the stairs reading his comic book. For an eight-year old boy, he didn't like playing with the neighborhood kids or even playing outside. He mostly stayed in and read comic books, especially The Incredible Hulk . I suppose it allowed him to escape into a world of good prevailing over evil and the thought that a hero will always be there. I wouldn't be surprised, especially after what happened last summer...
                  “Hey kiddo. Artie is here, don't say a word to mom or dad, okay?”
                  He nodded. I always hoped for a verbal response but it never happens. What happened to him and what he witnessed caused him to stop talking to anyone. I can't even remember how his voice used to sound like. I gave him a wink as I passed by him to enter my room.
                  Artie sat at my desk and was going through my school yearbook. “So, any new hot high school graduates you can set me up with?”
                  Ever since we met half a year ago, Artie has suffered from a serious crush on one of my friends, Celine, who only dated blond jocks and not guys with high IQ's and a nerdy sense of style. I tried to persuade her though, especially since I always thought Artie was cute even with his somewhat flamboyant style. I always told her to think Dylan O'Brien with Tom Ford as his personal stylist – with the addition of the fangs, of course. She was never interested unfortunately. But that never stopped Artie from consistently pursuing her. 
                  I grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff and sat at the edge of my bed facing him. “You know Celine is going out of state in the Fall right? There would be no point.”
                  He sighed heavily as he dropped the book on my desk. “Yeah, I know.”
                  He reached out to open the brown paper bag that was on the other side of my desk, which contained the Thai he requested. After helping himself to a plate and passing one to me, he sat back down in front of me. “So, another town meeting, huh? What's this one