Heather
When I woke, it was to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. Bright light glowed at the edges of my curtains. I’d slept through the rest of night like a rock. I stretched as I reveled in my refreshed state of mind.
And then I rembered I wasn’t alone.
I shot out of bed, but he wasn’t there. I walked over to the bathroom.
Empty.
He was gone. I should’ve been glad. It shouldn’t have ruined my good mood. But it did. It kind of hurt.
Why was I in a good mood in the first place? It’s not like I really wanted him to stay with . Did I?
That damned boy was bad for my brain.
I got ready as fast as I could, and peeked into Serena’s room. She wasn’t there either. I checked the ti. She’d be in the cafeteria still. I grabbed a pair of black lace gloves that stopped at my wrists and ran out the door.
When I got to the cafeteria, a boy was waiting at the door. He held out a tray for .
"I don’t need any help," I said. I cringed at my own words.
He looked at like I’d just kicked his puppy. "You need extra protein after the attack. Just wanted to make sure you knew."
I was officially a terrible person. "Thank you," I said as I took the tray. "I didn’t know. I really appreciate it."
He nodded, and walked off.
Hopefully so food would help with my mood. I piled my plate high with scrambled eggs, bacon, ham, and pancakes, and went toward our table.
Brent’s laugh carried over the voices in the room, warming . He was sitting at my table.
With my new friends. He pushed out the chair between him and Leslie without standing up. That was a slick move. I couldn’t ever tell what was going on with him. He ignored half the ti, and the other half alternated between bossing around and being so perfectly sweet.
It was beyond confusing.
Still, I couldn’t just give him what he wanted all the ti. That whole claiming thing still bugged the crap out of . I plunked my tray down next to Xander on the opposite side of the table. The conversation stopped.
"You sll...confused...annoyed...I don’t know but I don’t like it," Brent said.
"That’s really creepy. And makes feel like I need to take another shower." I crumpled in my chair. "Normal people say, ’You look upset.’ Just FYI."
His smile faded. "I’ll leave."
Shit. Now I’d kicked two puppies. "I’m sorry. I didn’t an that to sound...I just...I’m going to shut up now." I’d never had a boyfriend. Brent was my first kiss. My first everything. Him sleeping in my bed ant sothing, even if he was a furball. It hurt that he’d left before I even woke up.
Was he embarrassed of ? Or ashad? Or worse—was it only his wolf that wanted ?
I shoved my tray to the middle of the round table and rested my head on the cool Linoleum. A warm hand settled over my back.
"Don’t touch her," Brent growled.
I whipped my head up. Bossypants was back with a vengeance. "Seriously? Please don’t tell that after your days long disappearing act—which, by the way, you were painfully consistent with this morning—"
"Heather—" Brent started, but I held my hand up.
If we did this here and now I was totally going to cry. "Let’s talk about it later."
No one said anything as I downed half my Diet Coke in one gulp. Maybe it would’ve been better to go for the regular Coke these days, but I’d grown accustod to the taste. A girl needed a little sothing familiar when surrounded by the completely unfamiliar.
The sounds of the cafeteria as people moved around, grabbing their breakfast and chatting about last night’s attack, filled the silence at our table as I took a bite of food.
Brent looked across the room as Mr. Langdon walked through the door. They were having so sort of unspoken conversation that involved minute changes in body language. Brent nodded and stood up.
"Catch you later," I said. It sounded pitiful, even to . For once it’d be nice to be the one doing the leaving.
He walked around the table and squatted next to my chair. "I have to, mon coeur. I want to stay here with you, believe . I need to win your trust. I’m sorry I left before you woke this morning. I’m an idiot and I didn’t know it’d hurt your feelings or else I would have stayed. But I have to go now and I hope that later you’ll give yet another chance." He kissed my cheek and rubbed his nose from the corner where my neck t my shoulder up to my ear. He breathed in deeply, scenting , and I felt it all the way to my core. "Je t’ai, ma chérie."
My heart skipped a beat. Did he just say what I think he said?
No. I must’ve misunderstood
I wanted to hang on to him, but stubbornness was in my nature. I wouldn’t be forced into any relationships. But after last night, my resolve was weakening. Brent was addicting, and I was hooked before I ever got to Texas.
I watched him until he was at the door. He glanced back and smiled, and then was gone.
Leslie scraped her chair against the floor as she got up.
Serena broke the silence first. "Adrian, can you help with my ta lab?"
"Hey, if you want help, babe, all you gotta do is ask. I love helpin’ the ladies." He grinned.
"Don’t be such a dork." She picked up a biscuit and chucked it at him.
He plucked it out of the air and took a bite. "Yum. Thanks." He winked at her. It was really nice to see them flirting. Serena always counted herself out of the whole mating-ga. Which reminded ... "So, why haven’t you picked one?" I gestured to the tables of guys.
Everyone at the table stilled.
"I haven’t shifted yet," Serena said quietly. She looked down at her plate. "I had a run in with so witches a few years back. Mr. Langdon thinks they cursed . I wouldn’t want to stick anyone with that."
Adrian reached across the table. "Hey. I told you I was working on it. Brujo blood, rember."
"Brujo?" I said.
"Witch. I’ve got so in my lineage a ways back. It’s a pretty diluted but strong enough that I can cast minor spells."
"I know what brujo ans, but isn’t it just a bunch of hippie stuff. At least, that’s what my dad always says about my cousins and they claim to be brujos."
Adrian studied . "You looked a little Latin but your na threw ."
I nodded. "Half. Dad’s one hundred percent white-boy. Mom’s xican."
"So when you say cousin, you an as in sowhere along the line we had a relative in common kind of a thing, or cousins as in mother’s sibling’s kids."
I laughed. xican families were typically really large. My mom joked that in her hotown on the Texas-xico border everyone was cousins sowhere down the line. "As in my mother’s nephews and my aunts and uncles and my grandmother...basically everyone on my mom’s side."
He ran his fingers through his short black curls. "How are you just now telling this?"
I shrugged. "I didn’t realize it was a thing."
Xander nudged . "It’s a really big deal, and might explain a few things."
It explained nothing. "You guys are being extra weird, and that’s saying sothing given the fact that you’re already freaks of nature."
"You’ve got a bit of a pot and kettle scenario going on with that statent. You might be even more of a freak of nature than the rest of us." Xander leaned back to balance his chair on two legs.
I moved to knock Xander’ balance off, but he laughed and slamd his chair down.
The bell rang. I hadn’t even eaten my food. I was so screwed. The past few days had shown that Serena was right. Anyti I didn’t eat enough, my temper was short. I had to eat to keep the wolf at bay, and with my moods running so hot and cold, I couldn’t afford to skip a al.
"What do I do now?"
Xander grabbed my tray, and two slices of bread off his. He piled eggs, bacon, ham, and potatoes on one slice, and then topped it off with the other, making the biggest breakfast sandwich I’d ever seen.
"Adrian, toss that biscuit," Xander said. He caught it without looking and cut the biscuit in half. He made a smaller sandwich with it. "Eat this now." He grabbed a napkin, wrapping the massive sandwich. "Eat this one in class. I’ll bring you a snack later."
"That’s sweet, but you don’t have to," I said.
"It’s no big deal. I have a study session first period. I have ti to grab you sothing."
I looked into Xander’ blue eyes as he got up. "Thanks. I seriously appreciate it." Everyone was already clearing out. It was nice to have a friend to look out for .
"My pleasure, cutie."
Fire burned my cheeks, but guilt quickly washed the heat away. Why did I feel like I was betraying Brent by flirting with Xander? It wasn’t like we were married or anything.
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