matching my steps to hers. “What were you thinking? Don’t you realize Shane Bollock is going to think it’s odd that this ‘mistress’ has the same name as our newest student?”
Brittany stopped, forcing everyone behind us to quickly change route. Completely ignoring their pissed-off glares as they stomped past, she said, “So what?”
So what? I…I bit off the retort that had started to zip from my lips. She was right. So what?
“You think Shane’s going to put whore and slut together and come up with demon?” Brittany asked.
“Ooo, nice.” Nellie’s slinky voice caused me to jump. She slid icy fingers down my arm. I fought the urge to rub my hand over the trail of her touch. “Whore plus slut equals demon.” She tapped Brittany on the nose with the eraser end of her pencil. “I like you. I’ll destroy you if you get in my way, but I like you.” She smiled, her eyes angling in cat-like slyness as she did.
“Leave them be, Nellie.” Oscar Mullin snapped his hand around the pencil that was still posed inches from Brittany’s nose. With a smile, Nellie released her hold on it, and sighed. “You are such a bore, Oscar.”
The expression on Oscar’s face didn’t change; he didn’t even acknowledge her comment. He just opened his hand and let the pencil fall to the ground. Then he took a step forward, between Nellie and Brittany, and strode off.
He seemed so bold and uncaring of what others thought. I couldn’t see how anyone could believe he was actually one of us. Realizing I’d been staring, I glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. Both Brittany and Nellie were watching him too, not with the same fascination I had been but at least their attention was on Oscar and not me. Relaxing a bit, I continued to watch him walk away. As he passed down the hall, people stopped. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t look at anyone. But every single person looked at him.
I rubbed my hands over my arms; goose bumps had popped out.
“Such a waste.” Nellie shook her head, then raised a brow at my hands still moving methodically up and down my biceps. “You don’t want a bite of that, kitten. Better to stick to something that won’t bite back—especially your first time.” She angled her gaze to Brittany.
Brittany’s face paled, then her brows lowered. Embarrassed that Nellie would pull her into an insult intended for me, I jumped in. “Why are you here, Nellie? What do you want?” Realizing it would have been wise to be more subtle in approaching the demon, I bit the inside of my cheek.
I let her get to me.
Nellie twisted her shoulders forwards and back, tilting her neck as she did. Then she squared her gaze. “Ah, kitten, I don’t think it’s any secret what I want. Home is a cold lonely place. Can you blame a girl if she wants to get out and play every four hundred years or so?”
“So, you’re what? Vacationing?” Brittany asked.
“Well….” Nellie shifted her gaze to the battered lockers behind us, then at a group of pimply smart cards (computer geeks). “This isn’t the most luxurious place I’ve spent a holiday, but it does have a few perks.” Her gaze had lit on something over my shoulder. I turned and corrected myself—
someone
. Shane Bollock was leaning against a locker three classrooms down watching us. When he saw us looking, he glanced away, but his attempt at cool jock was totally shot.
“Shane? You’re here for Shane?” Brittany asked. She looked at me. “I say we let her have him.”
I watched the demon. Pure sexual desire flamed to life in her eyes, and I realized, it was always there, simmering, to some degree.
“She isn’t here for Shane,” I murmured. “Any male will do.”
“Ah, kitten.” Nellie placed her hand on my arm, and again trailed her fingers over my skin. I swallowed, uncomfortable, my body reacting in a way that wasn’t natural—not to another girl. Nellie laughed, then leaned forward and whispered in my ear. Her
Brittany stopped, forcing everyone behind us to quickly change route. Completely ignoring their pissed-off glares as they stomped past, she said, “So what?”
So what? I…I bit off the retort that had started to zip from my lips. She was right. So what?
“You think Shane’s going to put whore and slut together and come up with demon?” Brittany asked.
“Ooo, nice.” Nellie’s slinky voice caused me to jump. She slid icy fingers down my arm. I fought the urge to rub my hand over the trail of her touch. “Whore plus slut equals demon.” She tapped Brittany on the nose with the eraser end of her pencil. “I like you. I’ll destroy you if you get in my way, but I like you.” She smiled, her eyes angling in cat-like slyness as she did.
“Leave them be, Nellie.” Oscar Mullin snapped his hand around the pencil that was still posed inches from Brittany’s nose. With a smile, Nellie released her hold on it, and sighed. “You are such a bore, Oscar.”
The expression on Oscar’s face didn’t change; he didn’t even acknowledge her comment. He just opened his hand and let the pencil fall to the ground. Then he took a step forward, between Nellie and Brittany, and strode off.
He seemed so bold and uncaring of what others thought. I couldn’t see how anyone could believe he was actually one of us. Realizing I’d been staring, I glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. Both Brittany and Nellie were watching him too, not with the same fascination I had been but at least their attention was on Oscar and not me. Relaxing a bit, I continued to watch him walk away. As he passed down the hall, people stopped. He didn’t say anything, and he didn’t look at anyone. But every single person looked at him.
I rubbed my hands over my arms; goose bumps had popped out.
“Such a waste.” Nellie shook her head, then raised a brow at my hands still moving methodically up and down my biceps. “You don’t want a bite of that, kitten. Better to stick to something that won’t bite back—especially your first time.” She angled her gaze to Brittany.
Brittany’s face paled, then her brows lowered. Embarrassed that Nellie would pull her into an insult intended for me, I jumped in. “Why are you here, Nellie? What do you want?” Realizing it would have been wise to be more subtle in approaching the demon, I bit the inside of my cheek.
I let her get to me.
Nellie twisted her shoulders forwards and back, tilting her neck as she did. Then she squared her gaze. “Ah, kitten, I don’t think it’s any secret what I want. Home is a cold lonely place. Can you blame a girl if she wants to get out and play every four hundred years or so?”
“So, you’re what? Vacationing?” Brittany asked.
“Well….” Nellie shifted her gaze to the battered lockers behind us, then at a group of pimply smart cards (computer geeks). “This isn’t the most luxurious place I’ve spent a holiday, but it does have a few perks.” Her gaze had lit on something over my shoulder. I turned and corrected myself—
someone
. Shane Bollock was leaning against a locker three classrooms down watching us. When he saw us looking, he glanced away, but his attempt at cool jock was totally shot.
“Shane? You’re here for Shane?” Brittany asked. She looked at me. “I say we let her have him.”
I watched the demon. Pure sexual desire flamed to life in her eyes, and I realized, it was always there, simmering, to some degree.
“She isn’t here for Shane,” I murmured. “Any male will do.”
“Ah, kitten.” Nellie placed her hand on my arm, and again trailed her fingers over my skin. I swallowed, uncomfortable, my body reacting in a way that wasn’t natural—not to another girl. Nellie laughed, then leaned forward and whispered in my ear. Her
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