can add one more name to my memory card. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I turn to see Ash sitting in the seat beside me.
"What are you doing here!?" I sputter.
"Well I thought I would brush up on my french. It's such a beautiful language, wouldn't you agree Gabby?" he asks, switching to look at her. I can tell she's scowling with her Spanish stink eye.
"It's ok, but Spanish is way more difficult to master. I much prefer it over French." She flicks her hair over her shoulder in an act of indifference as she checks out her recent manicure.
"Don't tell your mom that. But I do agree completely."
He then starts chatting in perfect Spanish to her, I'm not joking. Gabs is left speechless, for once. Although it doesn't last and she replies with a string of words that sound like she's ripping him a new one but in actuality it's probably 'Hey, I like the colour blue'. I'm not sure what they've said but it ends with a chilly glare from her to me. What did I do?
"Aright, alright, Mr. Cool. Just keep your eyes on Madame Ouillette, we're trying to learn here," Gabs barks. She's lying of corse; she doesn't actually need to learn a thing. She's been bilingual since she was three. It's just a required credit that she's breezing through. She flips open her book and pretends to concentrate.
Trapped between the ice queen and the cocky smart ass, I study my text without reading a single word. Good times.
"Can I share your text until I get mine?" he asks with a grin as I hear Gabs heave big sigh next to me.
You can stake claim to my unborn child if you want, but I don't say that part out loud. I nod a yes and try not to act like a dolt for the next 80 minutes.
Chapter 12
Seduction 101... Well Not Really
ASH
I haven't been running as exercise in, well, have I ever been running? Out of sport that is, not running to save my ass - I've done that loads of times. It's not my idea of 'super fun time'. I overheard her tell Gabs that she was going for a run this afternoon. Thought it would be a good way to get her alone, see if I can figure this chick out. I know for one thing that her little girlfriend does NOT like me. I can't help but like her though. She's a handful. Man, what a fantastic demon she would be.
So far our encounters have been highly populated and I thought if I were to casually 'bump' into her on a run I could better gauge her particular demon strength. Sometimes with all the human energies floating around it's harder to pin point, but if I got her alone in the woods, caught off-guard, I might be able to figure her out. So here I am, at the Gorge, dressed in my lame 'jogger gear', waiting for her to show up and feeling a lot like that creepy stalker guy.
I've watched her really closely this week, she's finished 'the change' I'm sure of it. I certainly know the guys at school have noticed. They've been panting over her constantly; it's driving me mental. What she's wearing, how she's wearing it, describing her every body part in great detail, the things they want to do to her, or her to them. They wouldn't last two seconds alone with her.
I can't even fathom how she can't see it clear as day, but she seems utterly oblivious to the fact that she's changing so quickly on the physical realm. I sense her demon confidence kicking in though, no question. This week has been hell for me too. If I hear one more pre-pubescent moron talk about getting her naked, I'm going to shoot an electric bolt into their junk. I can't figure out why those comments would bother me so much either. It's an emotion I don't understand all that well; one I don't think I have ever had. Is this what jealousy feels like?
All I know is that I wanted to rip out their throats when they started to talk about Stella that way. I can't fathom why I would feel these things for her either, I barely know her, and yet there it is. I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit I felt something for her, something I can't explain. I definitely feel a
"What are you doing here!?" I sputter.
"Well I thought I would brush up on my french. It's such a beautiful language, wouldn't you agree Gabby?" he asks, switching to look at her. I can tell she's scowling with her Spanish stink eye.
"It's ok, but Spanish is way more difficult to master. I much prefer it over French." She flicks her hair over her shoulder in an act of indifference as she checks out her recent manicure.
"Don't tell your mom that. But I do agree completely."
He then starts chatting in perfect Spanish to her, I'm not joking. Gabs is left speechless, for once. Although it doesn't last and she replies with a string of words that sound like she's ripping him a new one but in actuality it's probably 'Hey, I like the colour blue'. I'm not sure what they've said but it ends with a chilly glare from her to me. What did I do?
"Aright, alright, Mr. Cool. Just keep your eyes on Madame Ouillette, we're trying to learn here," Gabs barks. She's lying of corse; she doesn't actually need to learn a thing. She's been bilingual since she was three. It's just a required credit that she's breezing through. She flips open her book and pretends to concentrate.
Trapped between the ice queen and the cocky smart ass, I study my text without reading a single word. Good times.
"Can I share your text until I get mine?" he asks with a grin as I hear Gabs heave big sigh next to me.
You can stake claim to my unborn child if you want, but I don't say that part out loud. I nod a yes and try not to act like a dolt for the next 80 minutes.
Chapter 12
Seduction 101... Well Not Really
ASH
I haven't been running as exercise in, well, have I ever been running? Out of sport that is, not running to save my ass - I've done that loads of times. It's not my idea of 'super fun time'. I overheard her tell Gabs that she was going for a run this afternoon. Thought it would be a good way to get her alone, see if I can figure this chick out. I know for one thing that her little girlfriend does NOT like me. I can't help but like her though. She's a handful. Man, what a fantastic demon she would be.
So far our encounters have been highly populated and I thought if I were to casually 'bump' into her on a run I could better gauge her particular demon strength. Sometimes with all the human energies floating around it's harder to pin point, but if I got her alone in the woods, caught off-guard, I might be able to figure her out. So here I am, at the Gorge, dressed in my lame 'jogger gear', waiting for her to show up and feeling a lot like that creepy stalker guy.
I've watched her really closely this week, she's finished 'the change' I'm sure of it. I certainly know the guys at school have noticed. They've been panting over her constantly; it's driving me mental. What she's wearing, how she's wearing it, describing her every body part in great detail, the things they want to do to her, or her to them. They wouldn't last two seconds alone with her.
I can't even fathom how she can't see it clear as day, but she seems utterly oblivious to the fact that she's changing so quickly on the physical realm. I sense her demon confidence kicking in though, no question. This week has been hell for me too. If I hear one more pre-pubescent moron talk about getting her naked, I'm going to shoot an electric bolt into their junk. I can't figure out why those comments would bother me so much either. It's an emotion I don't understand all that well; one I don't think I have ever had. Is this what jealousy feels like?
All I know is that I wanted to rip out their throats when they started to talk about Stella that way. I can't fathom why I would feel these things for her either, I barely know her, and yet there it is. I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit I felt something for her, something I can't explain. I definitely feel a
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