Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

“It means we can’t kill anyone—either accidentally or on pur-
pose—using our powers.” Nicole stares at the table, like she’s lost
in thought. Her voice sounds far away. “Only the gods can act irre-
versibly.”
Silence falls on our table. Nicole sits lost in thought. I feel like
I’m missing something important. Gesturing with my eyebrows, I
try to silently ask Troy what’s going on. He just shakes his head and
goes back to shoveling down his tray of food.
I definitely get the hint that Nicole has a lot of buried secrets.
This is just how they both reacted when we were talking about
Griffin the other day. I totally don’t expect them to dish on all the
buried past in the first week of our friendship, but I wonder if those
two secrets are related?
Still, it’s clear that this is a subject best avoided for the moment.
“I’ve been wondering about the gods,” I say, trying to fill the
awkward silence. “Do they come cheer at football games? Or speak
at graduation or anything?”
Troy snorts, quickly wipes a napkin across his mouth, and says,
“Not likely. They’ve been under the radar ever since man stopped
worshipping them.”
“Why?”
“No one knows for sure,” he says.
“They’re pouting,” Nicole says, back to her old snarky self just as
quickly as she left.
“They are not pouting,” he argues. “They’re gods. They don’t
need to pout.”
“I don’t care if they need to.” Nicole grabs an apple slice off
Troy’s tray. “They are.”
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