King of Storms: Part 9
The thing faded into the storm and disappeared. Between the darkness and the possibility that its body might have been nothing more than falling rain, I didn't know whether it had teleported away or simply ceased to be.
Either way, the rain changed from a downpour to nothing in the space of ten seconds.
As the rain ended, the clouds thinned, letting the sun illuminate the puddles in the road and the mud across the street in the parking lot.
"Wow," I said.
"Yeah," Vaughn said. "That's not exactly how I'd put it. He's probably going to cream me."
"Seriously?" I asked. "Then why'd you agree to meet him?"
"He might not want to fight me, and, honestly, I don't like bullies. It's just a stupid name, but, it's my name."
"Is it worth a fight?"
"I don't know," Vaughn said, "but I hope so."
The doors to the school opened and the people we'd seen in the hall started walking out.
"We'd probably better take this to the car," I said.
Vaughn glanced back. "Yeah."
Ahead of us, Cassie turned around. "Are you coming or not?"
We followed her, dodging the mud puddles in the parking lot.
When we did pull out in the car, splashing mud as high as the windows and almost getting stuck once, we didn't actually talk all that much about it.
Cassie dropped me off first, stopping in front of my parents' house.
"Here?" She asked. "Or did you want me to drop you off at HQ?"
"Here works. I just thought of something though. Vaughn, you'll have to skip practice with Lee to meet with that guy."
"I can miss a week," Vaughn said.
"You're not going alone," Cassie said.
"No," I said. "You're not."