At lunch, Cecelia, my best friend, called. I was in the middle of an exciting conversation with the three Zacks about Lord of the Rings, when my phone sang out the beginning of the Queen of the Night's aria from Mozart's The Magic Flute. I answered it hastily.

"Nathalie!" Cecelia exclaimed. "Oh, I forgot, you're Ethan now. Ethan!" She re-greeted me.

"Hi, Cecelia." I replied and stood up from the table and walked toward the hall.

"How are things at school? You haven't called me in ages."

"Fine." I found an empty corridor and leaned against the wall. "I'm doing pretty good."

"Has anyone found out yet?" she asked conspiratorially. "About your identity?"

"No, I'm safe for now. What about you? Is anything happening back home that I should know?"

Cecelia launched herself into a detailed account on the last ten days, but got distracted halfway through, and we got to talking about Edward Cullen and the Twilight books.

"I think my favorite character would have to be Aro, you know." I said. "He's just got that great, joking attitude about everything, like, 'hey, I'm going to kill you now. No hard feelings, alright.'"

"Edward is still the coolest." Cecelia argued. "He's hot, immortal, and perfect."

"He may be hot, but he's a jerk in the second book."

"Are you one of those Team Jacob girls?"

"No, I'm not into bestiality." I joked. "I told you, I'm for Aro." Then, as I was about to go into my speech on how great he was, I heard a footstep from abound the bend. "I got to go." I said quickly and hung up, feeling like a bad best friend.

An older boy rounded the corner, smiling an expensive smile. I felt a sick lurch of fear in my stomach. When speaking with Cecelia, I hadn't bothered to lower my voice, and, to top that off, we had been talking about Twilight, enough evidence to convict me of my crime.


"You're Ethan Smith?" He asked. He had dark hair and broad shoulders, and reminded me that most of the guys at this school were quite attractive. (I used to wonder where all the hot guys were, since they weren't at my old school. Little did I know that they all went here.)

"I am."

The boy's smile widened. "Have you heard of the Four Lords?"

"No." I said truthfully.

"You'll hear of it soon." He stated, like he could tell the future. He turned to leave. "We'll be contacting you."

He left, and I didn't know if I got off easy or in even worse trouble.