Alien Invasion (Book 1): Invasion (3 page)

“They think they’re ships.”
 

“Ships!”
 

“Yes. Look. I don’t have time to get into this, Piper. Listen to updates on the radio on the way if you have to — I’m sure it’ll be on every channel — but you have to get moving. Now. For our kids’ sake.”
 

It was a dire way to say it, and a small part of Piper wanted to make fun of him. Meyer was easy to make fun of, and her quirky humor was one of the things he seemed to like about her most, but she couldn’t do it. Something very bad was happening, and it didn’t matter for a second that Lila and Trevor weren’t her biological children. She’d been more like a sister than a mom, but they were family either way, and whatever was happening, Meyer’s nerves were infectious. “Their sake” felt accurate, and pressing.

“It can’t be real, can it? I mean … ” She didn’t want to say it. “You’re talking about flying saucers?”
 

“Spheres, it looks like.”
 

“You’re not kidding, are you? Please tell me if you’re messing with me, ha-ha, I promise to laugh, and … ”
 

“Just call!”
 

Meyer was gone.

Piper stared at the phone, seriously considering offense that he’d hung up on her. It was a familiar, uniquely female emotion welling inside her. She wanted to wrap both hands around it, and run to her nearest female friend and bitch about how shitty men could be. Anything to shift the air’s ominous feeling.
 

She shook it away and dialed the school. The phone rang and rang, but no one picked up.
 

Alan looked over. He still hadn’t returned the shirt to his tight muscled body. Piper would never cheat on Meyer, but she was an attractive woman at twenty-nine and liked to flirt. She’d normally have returned his look, then engaged in some pointless banter. But not now.
 

“They’re saying that … ” Alan began.
 

But Piper was already grabbing her bag, snatching her mat as if yoga might one day matter again, and making for the door, still clutching her phone. She trotted to the garage, wondering if circumstances would allow her to leave the car and hail a cab. The streets had an odd energy, and she didn’t particularly want to be behind the wheel, but something she remembered from Meyer’s tone told her he’d want the car, even if she didn’t.
 

She rang the school. Now her phone refused the connection.
 

She tried again. Same results.
 

The sidewalks were chaos. It was unusual to see people running here unless they were actually out for a run, but now she saw scampering businessmen and businesswomen, still clinging to briefcases and satchels like useless tokens. Faces were lost. Piper found herself thinking of footage she’d seen of 9/11, back when she’d been an infant. New York had returned to business as usual since those terror-filled days, but apparently the tendency for panic had never stopped bubbling under the surface. She saw it now, barely contained.
 

She dialed again, trying to reach Constellation’s office. If she couldn’t reach the school, she’d drive there. Screw getting permission or notifying anyone in advance. Judging by what was happening around her, protocols no longer mattered. There was a security checkpoint at the doors of Constellation like any other school, but to hell with their security if she couldn’t reach the secretary by phone. She’d barge in, and dare them to stop her.
 

She tried again. The phone blessedly rang, and was snatched up almost immediately by a harried-sounding woman.
 

“What?”
 

Piper’s brow knitted. “Is this … is this the Constellation School?”
 

“What do you want?” Now that the voice had said more than a few words, Piper was beginning to suspect it wasn’t a woman after all. If she had to guess, she thought it might be Mr. Hoover, the vice principal, his voice scraped by nerves.
 

“We’re very busy here dealing with … ” the Hoover/woman began.
 

“This is Piper Dempsey. I’m—”
 

“I know who you are.”
 

“I’d like to pick up Trevor and Delilah early today, if that’s okay with the school. I know it’s the middle of the day and I don’t have—”
 

“Lady, I don’t give a fuck what you want to do. You want to come over here and piss in the fountain, I could care less.”
 

“Who is this?”
 

“We’re just trying to keep things together and fight our natural desire to run out of here and leave your kids to fend for themselves. Damned kids all have cell phones today. Even if we wanted to keep calm, we can’t. They all have Astral.”
 

“So there really is something … ” Piper couldn’t make herself say
coming toward Earth from space.
“… wrong?”
 

“I have to go,” said the voice, impatient. There was noise on the line — either Hoover preparing to slam down the school’s old-fashioned hardline or the threat of a disconnection from elsewhere, possibly because everyone in the city seemed to be on their phones. Vaguely, Piper wondered if she’d be able to reach Meyer again if she needed to. The probable answer made her push the thought away, frightened.
 

“So I can just come and pick them up whenever? Do I come to the office?”
 

“Everyone seems to be coming,” he said with an audible effort to contain himself. “All the parents. Trevor … is he a driver?”
 

“He’s fifteen.”
 

“Then he’ll be in the car line. We’ll tell them to keep back from the curb, or some of these crazy bitches out there are going to run them over.”
 

“And Lila?”
 

“She’s a senior?”
 

“Junior,” said Piper. “She’s seventeen.”
 

“Hang on.”
 

There were distant taps and clicks. Piper could imagine Hoover looking Lila up on the school’s computer system. In the moment it took, Piper found herself admiring the vice principal, staying at his post. He was like the captain going down with the ship, being sure his charges were as taken care of as they could be.

“Dempsey, Delilah. Junior. Homeroom is Dr. Cheever.”
 

“That’s her,” said Piper.
 

“She’s not here,” said Hoover. “It says in the computer that she never showed up this morning.”

CHAPTER THREE

Day One, Late Morning

Central Park, New York

Lila looked down at her phone, saw a fresh text from Piper, and slipped it back into her purse.
 

“What’s up?” said Raj. He had mocha skin and dark-brown eyes. Lila found him beautiful. Even today, even given what had happened, she couldn’t help herself being deeply in love.
 

“Nothing.”
 

“Who keeps texting?”
 

“Piper,” Lila said.
 

“Piper! You think she knows you ditched?”
 

Lila laughed. “I think that’s a safe assumption. She doesn’t normally text me at school.”
 

“You gonna answer her?”
 

Lila shrugged. It was a uniquely teenage gesture, and Lila knew it, but chose to lean into the cliché. She was too cool for the world right now, she knew better, she was her own boss and answered to no one.

“Tell her you had a doctor’s appointment,” Raj suggested.
 

“Because she wouldn’t know if I had a doctor’s appointment.”

“Well, what’s the text say?”
 

“Which one?”
 

“She’s texted you more than once?”
 

“Yeah.”
 

“Well, then what do
they
say, Li?”
 

“You have a little crush on Piper there, Raj?”
 

“My dad texts me, I answer him.”
 

“See, that’s why you’re going to be a good doctor some day,” said Lila. “You’re so responsible.”
 

“I’m not going to be a doctor.”
 

Lila leaned over on the stone bench and kissed him. “You should be a doctor. I want to marry a doctor. They’re so good at providing for their families. Keeping their wives in fancy things.”
 

“You don’t care about fancy things.”
 

Lila shrugged.
 

“Your dad is loaded.”
 

“And I want to take charity from my dad forever.”

Raj looked distracted. He wasn’t happy ditching school, he wasn’t happy with how things had changed between them, and he was, frankly, too responsible for his own good. He probably wouldn’t be a doctor like his father, but he’d be something respectable.

Lila took his hands in hers. “Relax. Enjoy the beautiful park.”
 

“I wonder what this land is worth?” said Raj, looking around. “If I owned a piece of Central Park and wanted to sell it to a developer, what do you think I could get?”
 

He didn’t wait for her answer. He’d been spouting pointless things like this all day, and Lila kept having to return him to center. He was whistling in the dark, trying not to feel the pressure in the air all around them. But they were both seventeen now, practically adults. She’d been kidding about marrying him as a doctor, but she wasn’t kidding about marrying
Raj
, if he asked. They’d been together for three years, had been having sex for two, and both saw themselves as ending up together in the long term. They
could
get married soon; really. Her grandmother had married at eighteen, and that had lasted over fifty years.
 

“Bajillions,” said Lila.
 

Her phone buzzed inside her purse.
 

“At least see what it says,” said Raj.
 

“No. I’m here with you.” She wrapped both her arms around one of his, hugging it and leaning her head on his shoulder.
 

Raj looked around the Ramble again. He didn’t like being down here and kept saying it was a gay hookup spot. Lila could have replied that they were here because it was the only place she knew where they could talk in relative isolation, but it was more fun to chide him for being homophobic. Raj was Indian, but his family had been in this country long enough and become affluent enough that he had acquired quite a bit of liberal white guilt.
 

There was a buzzing from Raj’s wrist, shaking near Lila’s head. Raj was more responsible than Lila. He looked at his forearm immediately. She watched him.
 

“You’re such a dork with that thing.”
 

“This is state of the art, cretin,” Raj said, tapping at it.
 

“My dad wears a watch. You’re just like my dad.”
 

“I got a message from my mom.”

“Is it about being responsible and getting good grades?”
 

Raj looked up from the device — a present from his father intended to keep Raj from losing more mobile devices — and met her eyes with irritation. He was usually so fun. It hurt her to see him like this, but the recent news had unsettled him. He was torn somewhere between fear and an intensified form of personal responsibility. Now he had a problem to solve, and would remain annoyed until he’d managed to do it — as if it were his problem alone.
 

“She just says to come home.”
 

“You should call her back. I love when you talk to your wrist. You look just like a brown Dick Tracy.”
 

“Who’s Dick Tracy?”
 

“My dad has these old comics, like hard-copy comics, and … well, it’s what people thought the future would be like back then. Can we take your hover car back home, Dick?”
 

“I love you, Li, but I’m not really in the mood for joking.”
 

“What, just because I … ” Now her phone wasn’t just vibrating. It was vibrating again and again. Apparently, Piper had tired of texting and was calling. She sighed and dug the phone from her purse, looked at the screen, then gave Raj a look. “Hang on.”
 

She put the phone to her ear. “Hey, Piper.”
 

Lila waited for a torrent of guilt. Piper was strange as a stepmother, being just twelve years older than Lila herself, and was ill suited to outright chastising or discipline. Piper usually tried talking to Lila like a sister, saying that she remembered what it was like to be a young girl … but then infusing those somewhat-dated memories with sage, vaguely parental advice. It was like an older sister trying to help more than a mother interfering. But still, her father stood behind Piper, so Lila usually listened to her requests before they turned into her father’s commands.