Remembrance (The Transcend Time Saga) by Michelle Madow Read Free Book Online Page B

invisible ghosts in your room.”
    “I just felt bad for the ghosts in the movie,” I said, embarrassed that he’d brought it up. “Their lives ended so badly, but they were trapped in between worlds and couldn’t fix what happened when they were alive.”
    Jeremy laughed. “Sounds like they needed to get a life and move on.”
    “Maybe.” I fidgeted with the strap of my bag. “But it would have been nice if they had the opportunity to change things. Or if they had a second chance.”
    “Who’s to say that the second time wouldn’t end up just like the first?” Drew said, surprising me by jumping into the conversation. His voice was sharp, and his eyes focused on me. “Maybe it would be best if they moved on so they wouldn’t have to experience that pain all over again.”
    “But they could never find out unless they tried,” I pointed out. “Otherwise, what’s the point of having a second chance?”
    “You guys totally lost me,” Chelsea said, looking back and forth between Drew and me. “Let’s go in, or we’ll be stuck with awful seats.”
    She started walking towards the entrance to the horror movie and slipped her hand inside of Drew’s, pulling him closer towards her. The top of her head reached the height of his shoulders, and I grimaced at how good they looked together, especially when he whispered something in her ear and she laughed in response. Combined with the stately way they both walked, her deep red hair against his dark brown resembled how I imagined Mr. Darcy looked when he was with Caroline in the beginning of Pride and Prejudice . Maybe Drew felt the same way towards Chelsea that Mr. Darcy felt towards Caroline—completely disinterested. However, I doubted that was the case.
    “Scared for the movie?” Jeremy asked as we walked up the steps inside. The previews had just started, but the theater was mostly empty. So much for being stuck with awful seats.
    “Not really.” I looked at him in question. “Why?”
    “You seem tense. But don’t worry; I’ll protect you from your imaginary ghosts.”
    “I don’t mind the ghosts anymore,” I said, shifting away from him as we walked. “Now it’s the jump scenes that get me.” 
    He swung his arm around me and pulled me closer. “Then feel free to jump on me.”
    He meant it to be protective, but it felt like he was invading my space. I tried to not let my irritation show.
    Chelsea approached a row she liked in the middle and walked to the seat in the center. Drew sat down next to her, leaning back and placing his feet on top of the unoccupied seat in front of him.
    Jeremy motioned for me to enter the row and take the seat next to Drew. “After you,” he said, holding out his hand so I could pass. “I’m going back out to get popcorn. Do you want anything?”
    I shook my head no and sat next to Drew as casually as possible, making sure that my eyes looked in every direction except where he sat on my left. I hoped I didn’t look awkward, and I tried to ignore the warm tingling in my left arm from being so close to him.
    Jeremy returned when the previews ended with a large tub of popcorn. He offered some to me, but I wasn’t hungry. The movie started, and while it was interesting, trying to ignore Drew sitting next to me proved harder than expected. My body remained alert for every small movement he made, warming when he was closer and cooling when he moved away. Bringing my hair over my shoulder, I attempted to create a barrier between us like that first day in class, since it made a good shield for stopping my eyes from wandering in his direction.
    Once involved in the plot, I concentrated on doing my best to prepare for the jump scenes so I wouldn’t embarrass myself by screaming in the theater. Thumping background music clued viewers into the fact that someone—or something—would jump out of the shadows at any moment. I wrapped my arms around myself and tried not to anticipate the scene too much, since it would only