Chapter 1: Weird is Our Normal (Until It Isnât)
Casi had always felt like a total freak. Luckily, she wasnât flying solo in Freakville. Her partner-in-crime since, like, forever, was Nathan. Theyâd been matching each otherâs weird since the sandbox days.
And when she said weird, she meant next-level weird.
For example: Casi could see a mile away. Seriously. It was like she had superhero binoculars built into her eyeballs. She could read a license plate from down the street or spot a lone mosquito on the ceiling. Nathan could do it, too. Oh, and they could both run a 100-meter dash in about ten seconds flat. You know, casually.
Theyâd figured out it was best to keep the super-skills on the down-low around age twelve. Thatâs when peopleâs friendly smiles started looking a little⌠strained. A little scared. Her momâs obsession probably didnât help. She wasnât into normal movies. She loved the ones where scientists in hazmat suits poked at alien goo or government agents chased down âspecialâ kids. The message was clear: if anyone really knew what you could do, youâd end up in a lab or a body bag.
So, they hid it. All of it.
Now, Casi was about to hit sixteen. Nathan was turning eighteen - same day. A weird coincidence? Maybe. But they loved it - it meant one big, shared birthday bash.
Besides the freaky skills, they had this other thing. A connection. If they were too far apart for too long, a little ache would start up, like a phantom headache. They never, ever talked about that part. I mean, come on. They were already weird enough.
Lately, though, Casi was dealing with a new and not-so-fun craving.
Weird didnât even begin to cover it.
She was thirsty. For blood.
Just thinking it sounded insane. But it was true. When someone stood close, her eyes would laser-focus on their neck. She could hear the thump-thump-thump of their heartbeat, and it didnât sound like a rhythm; it sounded like a dinner bell. It was getting impossible to focus in class. Sheâd started ditching school a lot.
Nathan would ditch with her. Theyâd bail for the woods behind town, where they could run at full speed, see as far as they wanted, and just breathe without feeling like exhibits in a zoo. He hadnât mentioned a blood thing, but he was changing too. Seemingly overnight, he looked like heâd been carved out of marble. Girls practically tripped over their own feet staring at him. For a guy whoâd rather read a comic than be the center of attention, it was a nightmare.
But today⌠today was different. Today, everything was dialed up to eleven.
They were both jittery, on edge. Casiâs thirst was a drumbeat in her skull, and every person she saw looked less like a person and more like a walking juice box. Nathan was pacing, his skin itchy and hot, buzzing with a restless energy he couldnât name.
âI just feel⌠hungry. But not for food,â he grumbled, raking a hand through his hair. âItâs like my bones are itchy.â
âTell me about it,â Casi muttered, fiercely staring at the ground so she wouldnât stare at the joggerâs vein across the street. âAt least my thing doesnât flare up around you. Youâre, like, the only safe person. Everyone else is a potential⌠snack.â She gagged saying it.
Nathan finally stopped pacing and looked at her, his usually calm eyes wide. âCasi⌠letâs ditch school. For real. Not just to the woods. Letâs just⌠go.â
A chill that had nothing to do with the weather shot down Casiâs spine. Her sixteenth birthday was in three days. Nathanâs eighteenth was right after.
âWhat was happening to them?â