I met Jason after practice. He was in a good mood for awhile, probably the adrenalin high from the exercise, but as we sat together his mood slowly grew more somber.
"It's okay, Jason—me, my family, we got this."
"I want to believe you, but I have a bad feeling about this. There's something different, something more personal this time, I just can't put my finger on it."
I leaned over and kissed him, but he didn't respond. "You really are afraid."
"Yeah, I'm telling you, this is bad, but I'm not sure how, or why."
"Okay, Cathy basically said the same thing." I left out the part about him targeting me.
"Really?"
"Yeah, but she said the vision was foggy, which she says means it's far off, nothing to worry about for now."
"So you expect me to compartmentalize?"
I cradled his strong, rugged jaw between my hands. "We're safe, just a couple of high school kids, enjoying their senior year."
"For now."
"Yes. I love you and I can't wait to see you out on the football field tomorrow night—you're going to be magnificent."
"I can't hold a candle to you. I love you so much and I can't wait to show the world just how much."
"What are you talking about?"
"Not a chance, you'll have to wait and see for yourself."
"I'm intrigued. I hate to cut this short, but I need to get home."
"Sure, I understand, they need to know. Say hey to the Faulkners for me."
"I will." I opened the door and climbed out of Jason's Rover. "I love you."
"I love you. See ya."
I closed the door and Jason drove off. I got in my car and fired up the engine, gunned it a few times to let the anger seep into me and then headed for the exit.