You wouldnt? His hand shot out, tucking back a strand of hair behind my ear. Well just have to see about that.
I stepped sideways, keeping distance between us. Theres nothing to see.
Challenge filled his eyes. If you say so, Kitten.
Folding my arms, I sighed. This isnt a game.
I know, but if it were, Id win. He flickered out and appeared by the entrance to the foyer. By the way, Ive heard what Simon has been saying.
Heat swept over my face. Another problem, but less important in the grand scheme of things. Yeah, hes being a douche. I think its his friends. He actually apologized to me, and then when his friends showed up, he told them I was trying to get with him.
Daemons eyes narrowed. Thats not okay.
I sighed. Its no big deal.
Maybe not to you, but it is to me. He paused, his shoulders squaring. Ill take care of it.
Chapter 7
I didnt get much sleep that night, so trig the next day sucked worse than normal. There was a six-foot-three alien behind me. Not talking to me, just breathing softly against the back of my neck. And no matter how far I scooted up, I could still feel him. I was hyperaware of himwhen he moved, when he wrote something down, when he scratched his head.
Halfway through class, I debated making a run for the door.
It was also day two of no pen pokes.
On the other hand, Simon kept glancing over his shoulder throughout class. Needing a distraction, I glared at his head. A slow flush crept over the back of his neck. He could feel me drilling holes into his head. Ha. Jerk-face.
Brown hair curled against the faintly flushed skin. He normally kept it cut close to the skull. I supposed he was in need of a haircut, since most boys around here didnt let their hair grow more than an inch or two. The dull gray shirt he wore stretched over his broad shoulders as he tensed under my stare. He
glanced over his shoulder at me.
I arched a brow.
Simon turned back stiffly, and his shoulders rose as he took a deep breath. Annoyance flared and my fingers burned. The tool had half the school thinking I was easy. My attention fell back to the book in front of him.
The heavy English text flipped off the desk, smacking Simon right in the face.
My mouth dropped open as I sat back. Holy crap
Jumping up, he stared at the book now lying on the floor as if it were some kind of creature hed never seen before. Our teachers eyes narrowed as he searched for the source of the disruption.
Mr. Cutters, is there something you would like to share with the class? he asked in a tired, bored voice.
W-what? Simon stuttered. He looked around frantically, and then his eyes settled on the book. No, I knocked my book off the desk. Sorry.
He let out a loud sigh. Well, then pick it up.
There were a few scattered chuckles from the other students. Simon was beet red as he swiped the book off the floor. He placed it in the middle of his desk and continued staring at it.
After the class settled down and the teacher turned back to the chalkboard, Daemon poked me with his pen. I twisted around.
What was that? he whispered, eyes narrowed. There was no mistaking the amusement in the tilt to his lips, though. Very bad kitty
Blake arrived to bio minutes before the bell. He was wearing a vintage Super Mario Bros. shirt today. You look
Like crap? I supplied, resting my cheek on my fist. I had no idea how to prepare myself for seeing him after the branch issue. Playing it cool wasnt something I was particularly skilled at.
I was going to say tired. His eyes narrowed as he watched me. Are you okay?
I nodded. Look, about yesterday? Im sorry I freaked out. The branch
Scared you? he said, eyes locked onto mine. Its no big deal. It shocked me, too. It all happened quickly, but Id swear that branch stopped. He tilted his head to the side. Like it was suspended for a few seconds.
I What was I supposed to say? Deny. Deny. Deny . I dont know. Maybe the wind caught it or something.
Yeah, maybe. Anyway, the big party is coming up.
I smiled faintly, relieved at the change in topic. Would it be that easy? Damn. I was a better liar than Daemon gave me credit for. You coming?
I wouldnt miss it for the world.
Good. I toyed with my pen, remembering what Daemon had said about not hanging out with Blake. Screw that. Im glad youre coming.
Blakes smile was infectious. We chatted for a little while about the party, waiting for class to begin. A couple of times, his hand brushed mine. I doubted it was on accident. And I liked that. There wasnt anything forcing him to do it, except that maybe he wanted to touch me. He seemed to like me all on his own, and that made him a thousand times more attractive. And, well, that boyish smile of his helped. I could see him shirtless, surfing the waves. He was totally dateable.
Taking a deep breath, I did something I rarely ever did. You can stop by my place first, before the party, if you want?
His lashes lowered, fanning his golden cheeks. That sounds cool. Like a date?
I flushed. Yeah, kind of. I guess you can say that.