"It is odd," Jake said. "But wouldn't he tell us if he was juicing?"
"You'd think so."
"Well, maybe he's just hitting better this season than last," Jake went on. "He wouldn't jeopardize his future."
The following day, after class, Nash found me alone at my locker. "I want you to take me to that psychic," Nash said. "She might know what will happen to me."
"Dr. Meadows?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes. I need to see her. Immediately."
"What, right now?"
"Yes."
"But I have plans with Brandon."
"You always have plans with Brandon. I have to speak with this woman now."
"So go. No one's holding you back."
"I need you to go with me. I need to find a cure-and soon. Maybe she can help."
I'd feel odd taking Nash to the modern-day fortune-teller. Every time I'd gone with someone else who wanted to consult Dr. Meadows, it was her advice to me that shook me up.
"I'm sure you can handle this yourself," I said. "She won't bite."
However, Nash didn't like my joke and scowled. "I need you," he said sincerely. "I can't do this alone. Please, Celeste. Just this once?"
There was a little part of me that still got a thrill that Nash needed me. Not on the grand scale of true love but as a friend who needed a friend. I always like helping people, and it made me feel good that out of all the people in Nash's life, he still thought of me as the one closest to him.
"Besides, if I find out something, we may be able to help Brandon, too." Nash was totally genuine in his comment, and I was touched that he was thoughtful enough to help Brandon.
"Okay," I finally said. For once, Nash was putting someone besides himself first, and I was moved that he was changing for the better.
"And this time, just you and me," he told me. "If we find out anything, you can share it with him."
I agreed. Though the idea of going back to Dr. Meadows made me nervous, I hoped that maybe she could make us all feel better for a change.
Before I headed out of school, I found Brandon by his locker. I was enamored at seeing Brandon; his brilliant blue eyes radiated through me. And I was so excited at being able to be in his presence every chance I got. I wasn't too happy to let one of those chances slip away, but I knew I had to do it for a friend.
"I have a favor to ask," I said in my sweetest voice.
"Sure. What's up?" His dark hair hung down over his brow.
"Well, Nash wants to go to Dr. Meadows to find out if she knows of a cure and if he'll ever be cured or not."
"He wants to go to Dr. Meadows?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Is he going to tell her he's a werewolf?" he whispered.
"No … I don't think so. He just wants her to give him advice."
"So why does he need to go to Dr. Meadows? Why not go to a therapist or a real doctor?"
"I don't know … I guess because he's afraid they'll tell him he's crazy. And since Dr. Meadows gives readings, I think that's what he's looking for. Some sort of guidance."
"And Dr. Meadows can tell him?" he asked as if I were as crazy as Nash.
"I don't know," I said, shaking my head. "She'll tell him something. If you give her money, she gives you a fortune."
"What does she know?"
In fact she knew a lot. "I don't have to remind you, she was dead-on about the snowstorm, the wolves, and you saving me," referring to the time Brandon rescued me from the threat of a pack of wolves.
"I still think it's just coincidence," he said. "Or too much reading into what she said."
"Nash is just looking for answers-for someone to help him. He's alone, like you were, too."
Brandon's expression changed. I knew he was sympathetic to Nash's plight. Brandon was alone when he first transformed into a werewolf and now he at least had someone to share his experiences with-even if it was Nash.
"Fine, we'll go."
"Well, there's more to the favor," I began.
Brandon appeared skeptical. "He wants me to pay for it, too?" he joked.
"He only wants me to go with him," I said.
"Alone? Just the two of you?"
"Yes."
"Why can't he go with Dylan or Jake?"
"Because they don't know he's a werewolf. They still believe the event at the Moonlight Dance was a prank. And we really don't need them getting involved, do we?"
"Of course he wants you to go. Can't you see? It's just a ploy to be alone with you."
"I don't think it is. This time I really think he just wants answers-not to date me. Besides, we're taking separate cars. It won't take long, and I'll meet you right afterward. I promise nothing will happen. I'll just go to Penny for Your Thoughts and back."
Normally, possessiveness wasn't something I'd be attracted to in a boyfriend. But I could understand Brandon's concern-Nash was my former boyfriend and kept trying to get back together with me. I'd be skeptical, too, if the situation were reversed.
"I watched you kiss him. Isn't that enough?" Brandon asked.
And there was that, too. Brandon had been more than understanding.
"Yes, it was," I said. "But this isn't about his feelings for me at all. It's about him. He's so frightened now. He wasn't like you when you first went through this. He's afraid."
"You don't think I was?" he asked. "That I am?"
"Of course, I didn't mean that. I just meant that you are so brave. Nash appears brave, but-"
"I don't think anyone wants to be a werewolf," Brandon said emphatically.
Brandon was right. Because he had been so courageous, I hadn't taken into consideration that it was still hard on him.
"Okay, I won't go," I said. "He can figure it out on his own."
It was obvious Brandon didn't want me to go. But I think he also didn't want to forbid me to go and now his jealousy turned to guilt.
"Fine. Go," he said. "Just as long as you don't kiss him again."
"I won't even hug him," I agreed, and gave my boyfriend a warm embrace instead.
I followed Nash's BMW in my car through the Westside and parked in front of Penny for Your Thoughts. It was strange hanging out with him in what he always referred to as the wrong side of town. But he seemed to be more preoccupied with his mission than his surroundings.
"Thanks again," he said sincerely when we met at the door.
Colorful interplanetary mobiles and dream catchers hung brightly, and metaphysical books filled the shop's window.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he said, looking at the display. "But I have no other choice. I hear she's been right about you guys."
"She has," I said, wishing she hadn't been.
He opened the door for me, and the wind chimes echoed throughout the store.
Nash glanced around, then headed straight for the register. He was bent on getting his reading done.
When no one appeared, he was impatient. "Where is she?" he asked.
"Maybe she's with a client," I replied. "Would you like to leave?"
"No," he said. "I'm here to get the answers I didn't get at that old-folks home."
"Don't call it that," I said.
He was fidgety and tapped his fingers on the counter. When she still didn't appear, he went to look at some of the books on the supernatural and paranormal. "These were the same ones at the library," he said, holding up Witches and Werewolves. He sighed with discontent when he didn't find any new information.
A few moments later, Dr. Meadows came out from the back room.
She seemed surprised and delighted to find me waiting.
"Hello, Celeste," she said joyfully. "It's great to see you. Have you come again for another reading?"
"We're not here for me," I said. "My friend wants a reading."
Nash hurried over to the counter.
"Friend?" she asked quizzically as if she was attempting to read our relationship.
"Yes," I said. "Nash is quite excited."
She seemed even more surprised to hear that Nash was the one making an appointment with her.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Nash," she said, her glittery lashes twinkling.
"You, too," he replied.
"Come on back," she said eagerly. She gestured toward the reading room in the rear of her store.
I followed Dr. Meadows, with Nash close behind.
"Is this your first reading?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said as he entered the New Age room. "And you come highly recommended."
I believed now more than most. Everything she predicted had happened, and that was why I didn't want to come there. I wanted free will-and I didn't want her scaring me with her predictions.
"You're not going to put a hex or anything on me, are you?" Nash said, sitting at the reading table.
"I don't do that. I'm a reader. I can help guide your future."
"That's exactly what I want," he said, relieved.
"Is there something specific you want to know about?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said. Nash became very serious. "I have this, uh … condition … and I want to know if there is a cure," he said cryptically.
"You mean for being in love?" she asked with a laugh.
Nash was shocked. "Uh … no."
"It's written all over your face," she said. "You don't need to be a psychic to read that." She looked at me and continued to laugh.
I began to blush. But I wasn't about to tell her anything about why we were really there. She was already too interested in werewolves. She'd tried stalking me and Brandon before. I didn't want her to add Nash to her list before we could cure them both.