he’s joking. “And attics are excellent places to hide bodies too.”
I grab my cup from the tray and turn to the fountain.
He laughs. “Relax, I’m just kidding.”
I offer him a small smile, loosening up a little as I fill up the cup with ice and then soda. Then I pick up my tray and my eyes browse the room lined with tables and benches.
“So what are your plans for the rest of the day?” I ask, heading for a corner table as Cameron trails at my heels. “More sneaking into classes or do you have work?”
“I work online,” he answers vaguely.
“Doing what?”
“Boring stuff.”
“You are very cryptic. You know that?”
“I do.” He smiles at me, pleased.
There’s a lot of chattering and wandering eyes at the accused killer standing in the center of the room. Who am I even looking for? I spot Asher in the far corner table, sitting with a group of people about my age. Wow, he made friends fast.
Asher’s gaze finds mine and his eyes light up, but then he notices Cameron standing next to me and the lightness alters to a glare. Cameron returns the glare with equal animosity.
“I thought you said you didn’t know him?” I ask Cameron with cynicism in my tone.
He blinks the glare away and smiles politely. “I don’t know him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got places to be.” He struts off to where Mackenzie and her friend are sitting, eating salads, and he immediately starts flirting with her.
“Hot and cold much,” I mumble.
Asher waves me over. I hesitate, not at him, but at the rest of the people at the table who are just as afraid of me as Mackenzie is. But then Asher smiles and I remember how he tasted in the art room, how he felt, how he touched me, and my doubting and worries crumble.
I take a seat at the table and everyone gives me subtle nods, except for Farrah Taverson, who is the only girl at the table. She’s been dating Laden Miller for a while and she scowls at me, gathers her medieval era dress before she leaves the table and heads out into the parking lot.
“You looked like you needed help,” Asher whispers in my ear and then his takes a gentle nip at my earlobe. “Was that guy harassing you?”
My shoulders spasm as I stir a fry in a cup of ranch. “No, he was being…” I trail off because I don’t really have a clue what Cameron was being toward me.
“So, Raven still not shown up yet, huh?” he asks and I shake my head, frowning as he takes a bite of his burger. He licks a dab of mayo from his lip and I imagine licking it off him, along with many other things.
As my body starts to hum with the images of where his tongue could search, I squeeze my legs together. “No, I think she’s probably bailed and went shopping for the day. She loves to shop.”
He offers me a forced smile. “I’m sure she does.” His eyes scan me over. “Are you okay?” His gaze travels to my forehead. “Did you go to the doctor after the accident?”
“Yeah,” I lie. “And I’m fine.” I wiggle my arms, bending my elbows. “No broken bones. No concussion. I’m like a walking miracle.”
“What about your car?” he asks with concern, leaning closer to examine me and I can feel the heat of his breath on my lips.
My mood plummets. “That’s definitely a goner.”
“And how about… How are you doing with what everyone else is saying?”
I shrug. “It’s not the first time they’ve wanted to burn me at the stake.”
Leaning back, he takes another bite of his sandwich and changes the subject. “So you never answered my question.”
“About what?” I asks, sipping on my soda.
“About the guy you were with just now?” He chews on a French fry.
“That’s Cameron.” I unwrap my chicken sandwich. “He’s the other new guy here and coincidently, he’s also from New York.”
“That’s weird.” His jaw tightens and he throws the rest of his food into his bag. “I don’t have to worry about him being competition do
I grab my cup from the tray and turn to the fountain.
He laughs. “Relax, I’m just kidding.”
I offer him a small smile, loosening up a little as I fill up the cup with ice and then soda. Then I pick up my tray and my eyes browse the room lined with tables and benches.
“So what are your plans for the rest of the day?” I ask, heading for a corner table as Cameron trails at my heels. “More sneaking into classes or do you have work?”
“I work online,” he answers vaguely.
“Doing what?”
“Boring stuff.”
“You are very cryptic. You know that?”
“I do.” He smiles at me, pleased.
There’s a lot of chattering and wandering eyes at the accused killer standing in the center of the room. Who am I even looking for? I spot Asher in the far corner table, sitting with a group of people about my age. Wow, he made friends fast.
Asher’s gaze finds mine and his eyes light up, but then he notices Cameron standing next to me and the lightness alters to a glare. Cameron returns the glare with equal animosity.
“I thought you said you didn’t know him?” I ask Cameron with cynicism in my tone.
He blinks the glare away and smiles politely. “I don’t know him. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got places to be.” He struts off to where Mackenzie and her friend are sitting, eating salads, and he immediately starts flirting with her.
“Hot and cold much,” I mumble.
Asher waves me over. I hesitate, not at him, but at the rest of the people at the table who are just as afraid of me as Mackenzie is. But then Asher smiles and I remember how he tasted in the art room, how he felt, how he touched me, and my doubting and worries crumble.
I take a seat at the table and everyone gives me subtle nods, except for Farrah Taverson, who is the only girl at the table. She’s been dating Laden Miller for a while and she scowls at me, gathers her medieval era dress before she leaves the table and heads out into the parking lot.
“You looked like you needed help,” Asher whispers in my ear and then his takes a gentle nip at my earlobe. “Was that guy harassing you?”
My shoulders spasm as I stir a fry in a cup of ranch. “No, he was being…” I trail off because I don’t really have a clue what Cameron was being toward me.
“So, Raven still not shown up yet, huh?” he asks and I shake my head, frowning as he takes a bite of his burger. He licks a dab of mayo from his lip and I imagine licking it off him, along with many other things.
As my body starts to hum with the images of where his tongue could search, I squeeze my legs together. “No, I think she’s probably bailed and went shopping for the day. She loves to shop.”
He offers me a forced smile. “I’m sure she does.” His eyes scan me over. “Are you okay?” His gaze travels to my forehead. “Did you go to the doctor after the accident?”
“Yeah,” I lie. “And I’m fine.” I wiggle my arms, bending my elbows. “No broken bones. No concussion. I’m like a walking miracle.”
“What about your car?” he asks with concern, leaning closer to examine me and I can feel the heat of his breath on my lips.
My mood plummets. “That’s definitely a goner.”
“And how about… How are you doing with what everyone else is saying?”
I shrug. “It’s not the first time they’ve wanted to burn me at the stake.”
Leaning back, he takes another bite of his sandwich and changes the subject. “So you never answered my question.”
“About what?” I asks, sipping on my soda.
“About the guy you were with just now?” He chews on a French fry.
“That’s Cameron.” I unwrap my chicken sandwich. “He’s the other new guy here and coincidently, he’s also from New York.”
“That’s weird.” His jaw tightens and he throws the rest of his food into his bag. “I don’t have to worry about him being competition do
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