Unbreakable by C. C. Hunter Page A

looked dancing on her bare shoulders. It worked, too.
    Unlike most of his friends who were into computer games and denied their fascination with the opposite sex, Chase gave up his denial. He’d rather study a pretty girl than get to the next level of Battlefield 4 any day of the week. Hell, he’d rather touch or kiss a girl than play baseball. And he really liked playing baseball.
    Problem was, he was better at sports than he was at even getting close to first base with a girl. Or at least that’s what Susie Muller told him last year after the eighth grade dance. But the girl had braces, how was he supposed to kiss her?
    Somehow he just knew if he got the opportunity to kiss Tami, he’d be better at it. She didn’t have braces and her mouth was … so soft looking.
    Hell, he’d practiced kissing her in his fantasies a hundred times. He should be an expert by now.
    â€œAll done,” the lab tech said, patting Chase’s arm with one hand while she pressed a cotton swab over the tiny drop of blood oozing from the needle’s prick. “Oops, I’m out of Band-Aids here. Hold this for me.”
    He put his finger on the ball of cotton. She reached around to get a Band-Aid out of the cabinet. He kept his finger on the piece of swab, but probably not hard enough, because a red stream of blood seeped from under the cotton ball and oozed down the crook in his arm.
    â€œPush on it a little harder,” she said, still facing the cabinet as if she knew he was bleeding. Then she turned and peeled the Band-Aid open.
    As she secured a bandage over the puffy piece of cotton, he glanced up at her. When her eyes shifted upward, he almost gasped at how her eyes glowed. They had been bright green before, but now they were fluorescent lime green.
    As if self-conscious, she glanced away and seemed to purposely not look back at him. Or at least it appeared that way.
    â€œYou can go,” she said, taking more Band-Aids out of the cabinet and putting them on her cart.
    He didn’t have to be told twice. Not actually scared, because he was too old to be scared, but slightly freaked out, he rose from the chair and started out.
    As he stepped out of the room, he heard his dad’s deep voice boom down the hall. He looked over his shoulder. His dad stood in the doorway of another small room with a man wearing a white lab coat.
    â€œYou’ll let me know the results as soon as you can, right?” his father asked.
    â€œOf course,” the man said.
    What results?
They were here for a research study. Weren’t they?
    Chase watched the two men shake hands, and then feeling as if he was eavesdropping, he turned and went in search of the waiting room to find his mom, and hopefully Tami.
    ***
    â€œDid you cry?” his older sister Mindy asked as Chase walked up to where she stood with his mom and Tami.
    He shot his sister a frown and would have shot her the bird if his mom hadn’t been beside her. “Not as hard as you, I’m sure,” he smarted back, looking at her Band-Aid. His sister, barely five feet tall, could always be a big pain in the ass, but she upped her game anytime Tami was around. Why, he didn’t know. Did she secretly know that he had a crush on Tami and just wanted to make him look bad?
    â€œDid it hurt?” Tami asked, looking from his sister to him.
    â€œA little,” Mindy answered, and tossed her dark hair over her shoulder.
    â€œNo, it didn’t,” Chase said.
    His sister rolled her blue eyes. “Be careful or he might ask you to kiss it.” She snickered.
    Okay, that did it. He didn’t care if his mom saw or not. He gave his sister the third finger salute accompanied by a go-screw-yourself scowl.
    â€œChase!” Mom reprimanded, but he ignored her. If she wanted him to behave, she was gonna have to control her firstborn who excelled at being a bitch.
    His sister looked triumphant at getting Chase scolded. But he noted