Sweet Blood of Mine (13 page)

"I could stil offer you a great many physical pleasures, however. You are the first of your kind in many, many years that has tried to lure me into his embrace. How intoxicating."

"First of al, I didn't try to lure you," I said, standing up and covering my tighty-whities with my shorts. "Second of al, you have fangs and a very scratchy tongue. Are you a vampire?"

Her ful red lips curved into an aluring smile. "You have no tutor to educate you in the ways of the Overworld?" Her delighted laughter filed the parking lot.

"Perhaps I shal take you under my wing. You must promise to keep me happy. Very happy. We wil have such fun, my dear."

"The Overworld?"

"Consider my offer, little lamb, and you shal have your answers."

"How am I supposed to find you?"

"Worry not your pretty little head," she said and pecked a kiss on my cheek. "I wil find you." With that, she dashed away into the darkness, her legs a blur.

Yep. She was a vampire al right. And this did not bode wel for me.

School seemed so unimportant I almost didn't go.

But I dragged myself out of bed and got ready anyway.

After my make-out session with Victoria, the urge to fling my virginity to the wolves of desire burned like hot coals in my tender bits. I'd taken certain "precautions" but I was worried about another complete loss of control. I was about to dive headfirst into an ocean of hot feminine hormones the moment I stepped foot inside the high school.

But I had no choice.

Crye smiled at me the moment we made eye contact as I walked into the gymnasium. She wore ful Goth battle gear complete with a spiky chain from her ear to her lip. I couldn't reconcile this Goth creature with the cute girl at the hair salon. It was like seeing a cheerleader at a heavy metal concert. The incongruities blew my mind. Others apparently didn't care for the garb either as her general vicinity on the bleachers remained clear of students. I walked up the stairs and sat next to her.

"Where are Nyte and Ash?" I wondered if their real names were something innocuous like George and Fred.

"Running late." She yawned. Fatigue underlined her eyes in dark patches that overwhelmed her attempts to cover them with makeup.

"Something wrong?"

"No, just tired. I'm so sick of school you couldn't possibly know."

"Seems like a waste of time. Maybe we should do homeschooling."

A giggle erupted from her. It reminded me of the cute girl in pink, not this Goth chick with scary makeup.

"You look much better today," she said, looking me up and down. "There's something else different though.

What is it?" Her nostrils flared slightly and her pupils dilated noticeably.

I looked down. "Maybe it's the clean underwear."

She snorted. "No, it's something else." An apple clocked Crye in the back of the head. "Ouch." She rubbed the back of her head and flicked her gaze behind us.

I grabbed the apple and looked up the bleachers.

Nathan and a group of his footbal buddies were red-faced with laughter. I growled and stood. Crye grabbed my arm and tugged me back down.

"Let it go," she said. "I'm used to it."

"Those assholes hit you," I said.

"And what are you going to do? Be my valiant knight? Go up there and get your butt kicked by the entire footbal team?"

"I can't just sit here and let them do that to you." I glared up at the guffawing jocks. "Besides, it's only half the footbal team."

She looked at me with those pretty violet eyes for a moment and touched my hand gently. A smile warmed her gaze. "Thanks."

Heat flushed my face. "Sure," I said. "Uh, no problem. I say words a lot and never back them up with action."

She laughed again. I liked the sound of it.

"I know this is going to sound kind of mean," I said,

"but why do you cover a perfectly pretty face with al that Goth stuff?"

I could see her blush even through the makeup.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Not only had I caught her off-guard with that question, but myself as wel. It was far bolder than what I'd meant to say. I looked away shyly and forced my gaze back to hers. "Don't let it go to your head or anything."

She grinned as the bel rang. "I guess I've spent my life building a thick skin. It's nice getting a compliment every life building a thick skin. It's nice getting a compliment every once in a while."

"Maybe you'd get more if you didn't have on the Goth shields al the time." We grabbed our book bags and walked to the gym exit.

She gave me a searching look for a moment before shrugging. "See you at lunch."

I watched her vanish into the crowd of students and wondered if I'd hurt her feelings with that comment. I also wondered what she was hiding from me. There was definitely more to her than met the eye.

Homeroom was only marginaly bearable. Annie and Jenny did their best to tick me off, sniggering and saying things loudly enough that I could hear them, as usual.

"Somebody has a new Goth girlfriend," said Jenny.

"I hear they bang heads realy good," Annie added.

"I'l bet she's got piercings al up and down her cooch. Is that true, Justin?"

I ignored them.

"Oh, he's embarrassed, Annie. Maybe we hurt his feelings. Can you hurt the feelings of a stalker?"

"Only if you get a restraining order," Annie said.

They burst into fits of laughter.

"A haircut and new clothes don't mean you're not a creepy pervert," Jenny said, trying to punch through my cold-shouldered disregard.

Their sex vapors, as I decided to cal them until someone instructed me otherwise, hung nearby for the taking. But I didn't have the slightest desire to touch those vile things. The thought of giving those bitches any pleasure made me cringe.

Jenny poked me in the back with the sharp end of a pencil. I turned around. "What is your problem?"

"You and your creepy friends are," she said. "Katie told us you've been stalking her. She saw you at the mal folowing her."

"Wel then she was folowing me, because I haven't set eyes on her."

"You should watch out," Annie piped up in her nasal voice. "Brad is out for payback after your lucky hit."

"And he just got a new Harley," Jenny said as if that should strike the fear of God into me.

I felt an evil grin spread across my face. "Maybe I'l wrap that scooter of his around his scrawny neck."

Jenny gave me a
Yeah, right!
look. "How's a bal of lard like you gonna do anything to Brad Nichols?"

I grabbed the corner of her desk and snapped off a chunk with a loud crack. She jumped and squeaked along with half the class. I smiled the coldest smile I could muster, although I'm sure it looked more crazed than anything.

"Oops." I handed her the chunk.

She raised her hand and started shouting for Mr.

Herman, the art teacher who served as our homeroom teacher.

"What the hel do you want?" he asked as he looked up from his artistic rendering of Simon and Garfunkel.

"Justin broke my desk." She held up the chunk of desk as proof.

Mr. Herman squinted at it, then at her desk. "It looks fine to me. Now shut up and leave me alone."

Jenny bonked me on the back of the head with the bit of desk but it didn't hurt. She scowled. "I'm gonna make your life miserable, you low-life creep."

"Your very existence already does that." I stuck out my tongue.

The next few classes consisted of a string of people trying to make my life miserable with rude comments, gestures, and outright hostility. I decided not to break any more desks, though. Something told me that keeping my new strength under wraps might be a good idea. No teling what top-secret government agency would capture, tranquilize, and vivisect me once they found out a teenager tranquilize, and vivisect me once they found out a teenager was destroying school property with his bare hands.

Apparently, Katie had been spreading some untrue rumors about me as wel. Given my past digital missteps a la Twitter and Facebook, it was no surprise everyone believed her.

Lunchtime mercifuly arrived. I joined Crye and gang at the usual table.

"Looking better," Nyte said, giving my clothes a once-over.

"Not too mainstream?" I asked.

He shrugged. "You are who you are. That's not for us to decide."

"It's good to see there are decent people left in this place."

He nodded solemnly. "I know. Not too many decent people left in the real world either."

"Apparently, you and I are an item," Crye said to me with a smirk. "At least that's the gossip."

"I heard," I said. "Wil the dumbassery never end?"

She pursed her lips. "Oh wel. Sticks and stones may break my bones but—" An orange plopped down atop her mashed potatoes and splattered her lacy chocolate-brown dress with the nuclear-flavored gravy only school cafeteria workers know how to make.

My jaw clenched. I snatched the orange out of the brown muck and shot a glare toward the only place it could have come from. Nathan and two sniggering linebackers sat at their usual table with several cheerleaders. I stood up.

"No!" Crye said.

Nyte and Ash both grabbed me but I shook them off. "I'l be right back."

I forced back my rage and calmly stroled to Nathan's table. Despite the confidence in my new strength, I realy didn't want to get into a ful-out battle royale. I could be suspended or even booted out of school.

Knowing how the principal and upper brass felt about the footbal players, they wouldn't hesitate to protect their interests.

Nathan had his back to me while the other players and cheerleaders watched me the entire way. They were apparently teling Nathan about my approach because he tried to get up when I reached them. I put my hand on his shoulder and pressed him back down into the seat so hard the metal legs groaned.

"Oh, don't get up on account of me," I said with a big grin. I took the orange in my other hand and fought back the desire to crush it in his face. Instead, I squished it into his mashed potatoes until the orange was a pulpy mass.

Nathan continued to struggle to stand. I kept him down with very little effort.

One of the linebackers stood up. I couldn't remember his name or his real position on the footbal team, so I caled pretty much al of the ones I didn't know linebackers. It made things easy on me.

"Who the hel do you think you are?" he said. He walked around the table.

I smiled the friendliest smile I could, although it probably looked maniacal on my pale pudgy face. I was going to have to work on practicing my grins.

He took a swing at me. I jumped back and watched his slow-motion fist smack into Nathan's ear.

Nathan yelped like a puppy. I turned and walked back to the table while Nathan and his pal yeled at each other. I took a seat and calmly wiped orange bits and mashed potatoes off my hand. Then I bit into the burger that the lunchroom ladies had probably cobbled together from dead aley cats.

Crye shook her head. "That was about the stupidest thing I have ever seen. Are you looking to get yourself kiled?"

"I thought it was pretty cool," Ash said with a huge

"I thought it was pretty cool," Ash said with a huge grin.

"I don't condone physical violence," Nyte said.

"Although you forced them to perpetrate it on each other, in which case I whole-heartedly approve."

A smile cracked Crye's angry reserve. "Okay, so it was kind of artful. But stil so stupid that I want to smack you in the face."

I grinned. "You want to kiss me? In front of everyone?"

"I'm serious, Justin. Don't ever pul that kind of stunt again. I'm a big girl. I can take al the idiocy these morons dish out."

I shrugged. "Fine. I won't wear my shining armor to school anymore."

Nyte and Crye's eyes suddenly widened. A hand gripped my shoulder.

"Come with me, boy," said Mr. Barnes.

Every instinct told me to dive headfirst through the cafeteria window and make my escape. My next instinct was to break Mr. Barnes' hand and throw
him
through the cafeteria window. Common sense told me to plead ignorance. So I stood and folowed without a single word.

We went into the main office where the secretary looked up at me with a knowing frown. I was sure she'd practiced it a milion times in the mirror so students would know just how badly they were about to get it.

I returned a vacant toothy smile, the one a vilage idiot might give to the townsfolk as he's being led to the galows. I saw my reflection in the mirror hanging behind her desk and realized even this attempt looked freakish and crazy. I realy needed to practice my facial expressions.

Maybe take acting classes. This was just sad. As an aside, I was glad to see I stil had a reflection. Whatever horrific but undeniably cool STD I'd been given by Stacey had not

—yet—turned me into a creature of the night. If that had happened, then I'd probably go pants-on-head crazy on Mr. Barnes and to hel with the consequences.

I had never been to the principal's office. Mr.

Barnes directed me to a seat in front of a scarred and worn wooden desk that had probably been bought second hand, then closed the door and left me alone while he ostensibly went to get the principal. Lee Perkins, the principal, was every bit the footbal stooge Ted Barnes was. They were both grand poobahs of the Quarterback Club and the things I'd heard about the club's underhanded activities made the mafia sound like a bunch of angels.