Healing Hands (The Queen of the Night series Book 2) by Laura Emmons Page A
Authors: Laura Emmons
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afterward. I asked a random jock in the hall to direct me to the cafeteria.
After checking me out, he obliged.
Luckily, a familiar voice called out from behind me.
I stopped and waited for him.
When he caught up with me, he put a hand on the small of my back to guide me away from the jock-guy lounging against his locker still looking at my butt. Evan speared him with a vicious dirty look and I felt like the prize in a mud wrestling competition.
Wriggling my back, I dislodged his hand, still upset at what had happened on New Year’s. I’d had a couple days to think about it and had decided it was unfair of him to kiss me, liquor or no liquor. We had agreed to be friends. There had to be boundaries.
He looked curiously at the way I’d walked away from his touch, but since we’d reached the cafeteria, he needed the hand to open the door, anyway.
I brushed past him into the requisite standard high school cafeteria.
Evan led me over to a table away from the food line. He said without preamble, “Okay, what’s going on with you.”
“We shouldn’t talk about it here.” I looked down at my boots.
“No one’s listening. Tell me what’s on your mind?” Then after a few beats he said, “You didn’t like the kiss, right?”
“Of course I liked it,” I said a little too quickly. “But I’m confused. Are we friends? Or are we trying to start a war with the whole clan and a goddess? I don’t want to be the girl who followed in her parents’ footsteps and couldn’t control herself.”
He ran a hand through his gorgeous thick, black hair and huffed out an exasperated breath.
“You’re right. Of course, you’re right. We’re friends. I promise I’ll never do it again.”
“So what happened?” I looked up into his face to see his eyes when he answered me.
“Hogmanay happened. Expensive, single-malt whisky matured in sherry wood casks in the Scottish Highlands for twenty-one years happened. Sappy old movies happened. Let’s just chalk it up to one of those things. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He took a relieved deep breath. “So, tell me how your day is going. Let me see your schedule.”
I sat down and pulled out my lunch bag. He pulled out his, and then went to the soda machine and bought us both a couple of soda cans. I showed him what the counselor and I had worked out.
“Here’s what I was taking in Santa Monica.” I pulled out the old piece of paper.
“Valkyries Choir in Period A, followed by Latin 3, U.S. History, break, AP Pre-Calculus, AP Physics, lunch, AP English and Psychology.”
“Holy Macha!” he said. “You must be really smart. I didn’t realize…”
“Well, I want to prepare for med school. When I got into the Valkyries Choir instead of the Viking Ensemble, it freed up another period, since they meet at 7 AM before school starts.”
“And you sing, too…” he seemed in awe.
“Yes, I sing too. What about you? What are you taking?”
“That’s not important. Show me what your schedule looks like now.”
I showed him.
“I had to drop choir altogether and I’m really bummed. They have Homeroom here, we didn’t at Samohi. I kept AP Physics, but instead of AP Pre-Calc, I’m in Trig/Pre-Calc. I still have AP English, Psychology and U.S. History, but this school doesn’t offer Latin, so Mrs. Donnelly signed me up for a distance-learning class on-line. None of these classes line up exactly with what I’d been doing before winter break at Samohi, but once I get all my textbooks, I can work it out and keep up with the class.”
Mrs. Donnelly had explained, this was a small school in a rural community, but they still managed to offer the important things. I’d still have a good chance of getting into a decent pre-med program in college. The only thing I’d really lost was choir.
“Well, I can help you catch up in one class,” he said encouragingly.
“Which class?”
“We’re both taking Psychology.”
***
After lunch, Evan helped me find
After checking me out, he obliged.
Luckily, a familiar voice called out from behind me.
I stopped and waited for him.
When he caught up with me, he put a hand on the small of my back to guide me away from the jock-guy lounging against his locker still looking at my butt. Evan speared him with a vicious dirty look and I felt like the prize in a mud wrestling competition.
Wriggling my back, I dislodged his hand, still upset at what had happened on New Year’s. I’d had a couple days to think about it and had decided it was unfair of him to kiss me, liquor or no liquor. We had agreed to be friends. There had to be boundaries.
He looked curiously at the way I’d walked away from his touch, but since we’d reached the cafeteria, he needed the hand to open the door, anyway.
I brushed past him into the requisite standard high school cafeteria.
Evan led me over to a table away from the food line. He said without preamble, “Okay, what’s going on with you.”
“We shouldn’t talk about it here.” I looked down at my boots.
“No one’s listening. Tell me what’s on your mind?” Then after a few beats he said, “You didn’t like the kiss, right?”
“Of course I liked it,” I said a little too quickly. “But I’m confused. Are we friends? Or are we trying to start a war with the whole clan and a goddess? I don’t want to be the girl who followed in her parents’ footsteps and couldn’t control herself.”
He ran a hand through his gorgeous thick, black hair and huffed out an exasperated breath.
“You’re right. Of course, you’re right. We’re friends. I promise I’ll never do it again.”
“So what happened?” I looked up into his face to see his eyes when he answered me.
“Hogmanay happened. Expensive, single-malt whisky matured in sherry wood casks in the Scottish Highlands for twenty-one years happened. Sappy old movies happened. Let’s just chalk it up to one of those things. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He took a relieved deep breath. “So, tell me how your day is going. Let me see your schedule.”
I sat down and pulled out my lunch bag. He pulled out his, and then went to the soda machine and bought us both a couple of soda cans. I showed him what the counselor and I had worked out.
“Here’s what I was taking in Santa Monica.” I pulled out the old piece of paper.
“Valkyries Choir in Period A, followed by Latin 3, U.S. History, break, AP Pre-Calculus, AP Physics, lunch, AP English and Psychology.”
“Holy Macha!” he said. “You must be really smart. I didn’t realize…”
“Well, I want to prepare for med school. When I got into the Valkyries Choir instead of the Viking Ensemble, it freed up another period, since they meet at 7 AM before school starts.”
“And you sing, too…” he seemed in awe.
“Yes, I sing too. What about you? What are you taking?”
“That’s not important. Show me what your schedule looks like now.”
I showed him.
“I had to drop choir altogether and I’m really bummed. They have Homeroom here, we didn’t at Samohi. I kept AP Physics, but instead of AP Pre-Calc, I’m in Trig/Pre-Calc. I still have AP English, Psychology and U.S. History, but this school doesn’t offer Latin, so Mrs. Donnelly signed me up for a distance-learning class on-line. None of these classes line up exactly with what I’d been doing before winter break at Samohi, but once I get all my textbooks, I can work it out and keep up with the class.”
Mrs. Donnelly had explained, this was a small school in a rural community, but they still managed to offer the important things. I’d still have a good chance of getting into a decent pre-med program in college. The only thing I’d really lost was choir.
“Well, I can help you catch up in one class,” he said encouragingly.
“Which class?”
“We’re both taking Psychology.”
***
After lunch, Evan helped me find
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