her eyes, studying the group of boys. Every one of them was unfamiliar, which meant they must have come from Lincoln Vale. They all balanced on skateboards as they talked, gesturing
animatedly and flipping their boards beneath their feet every few seconds to keep their balance. The tallest of them –
and, OK, the cutest
, Ivy admitted silently – was in the
middle of a mime about some daredevil move he’d obviously performed on his board.
‘Whoa, Finn!’ The boy nearest him punched Finn on his shoulder. ‘That is, like, the raddest thing I’ve ever heard!’
Finn grinned goofily and did an extra flip on his skateboard – it was all the more impressive because Ivy could
not
figure out how he could see
anything
with his mop of long
blond hair falling around his eyes.
Ivy shook her head. OK, so Finn was cute – in a dumb-blond sort of way – but she bet he had the exact same voice her dad had used in the kitchen this morning.
He’d just
better not ever try calling me ‘dudette’. Anyone who’s not my dad will get an Extreme-Level Death Squint for that crime!
Next to her, though, Sophia let out a sigh . . . and it didn’t sound like disgust.
‘Come on!’ Ivy nudged Sophia down the path. ‘Remember the Second Law,’ she whispered. It was one of the most important rules of vampire society:
No falling in love
with outsiders!
‘Right,’ Sophia mumbled. But as they passed the skater-boys, she let out another wistful sigh.
We might have a problem
, Ivy thought grimly.
But she didn’t have time to worry about it now. First, they had to get through today.
All we have to do is not draw any attention to ourselves. Easy. Right?
Her belly tingled uncomfortably, and she gulped.
I hope that’s just the doughger from yesterday. I’m not that nervous . . . am I?
When she spotted Brendan’s familiar silhouette near the main school building, she let out a sigh of pure relief. ‘Finally!’
Pulling Sophia along with her, Ivy raced towards her boyfriend. He stood near the front door, and when he turned to face her, she saw that he’d dressed down too, wearing simple dark jeans
and sneakers. In terms of his clothing, he wouldn’t have looked out of place with the skater-boys. But he wore the expression of someone who had just seen a ghost . . . playing cards with a
yeti!
‘What’s wrong?’ Ivy asked.
He pointed a trembling finger at the school. ‘I went inside. Just for a second, to check it out. It . . . It . . .’
Ivy stared at him, feeling her stomach sink. ‘How bad
is
it in there?’
Brendan shook his head, his eyes wide and stunned. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it.’
Oh no
. Taking a deep breath, Ivy opened the front door.
I don’t care how bright and pink and bunnified it is. I can take it, no matter what!
Then she blinked, as the door closed behind her and her friends.
Wait a minute. Who turned out the lights?
The foyer was a sea of darkness. And lining the corridors in every direction, propped against the lockers, lounging on the floor, and gossiping in groups, were the students of Franklin Grove
High.
Ivy felt her eyes widen. The last time she had seen this many goths in one place was at a Pall Bearers concert!
Feeling dazed, she walked slowly down the first corridor, taking it all in. ‘But . . .’
Her voice trailed off as a girl in ripped jeans and bone-white face paint, leaning against the wall of lockers, nodded approvingly at her T-shirt.
‘Um . . . thanks?’ Ivy said to the girl, trying to smile. To Brendan, though, she whispered frantically, ‘Am I dreaming?’
‘If you are,’ Brendan croaked, ‘then I am, too.’
She reached out and laced her fingers through his, hanging on for balance. They passed a group of girls sitting at the bottom of a staircase, painting each other’s fingernails black.
Further along the hallway, Ivy could see someone carrying a black backpack that rippled with rubber spikes.
‘It’s not pink,’ Sophia said faintly. ‘I