most of the time. The ridges could almost never be seen. But without a shirt…anyone looking could see.
“It’s none of your damn business,” I snapped.
“Oh, I think it’s everyone’s business, Freakshow.”
I stepped forward and got in her face. Her minions backed up but she didn’t. “Listen to me,” I said as menacingly as I can, trying to draw upon my father as much as I could. I shoved her against the wall and finally got some fear in her eyes. “I’ll give you a chance to let this go. Bring it up again, and you’ll regret it.”
She nodded with wide black eyes and shuffled off to the other side of the locker room. I wasn’t sure what I would actually do if she mentioned it again, but I couldn’t risk it. It was for her own good.
Humans that found out about us were killed by the council. If someone on the council was tipped off. Her odds are slim, but it was better in the long run for her. Really it was. Questions could make her a target. My father knows all.
Plus, it felt too damn good to get a rise out of her.
Chapter Three: Son Of A Gun
I got out of bed before Hadley could wake me. But even when I wandered out to get a new towel, there was no sign of her. Mom was in the kitchen making pancakes.
“Have you seen Hadley?” I asked her, towel still in hand.
“Nope,” she didn’t turn around. “She went out last night. Either she’s sleeping in, or she’s still out.”
Ah, nothing new. She was a night owl. And a partier. But she could hold her own, so we didn’t need to worry about her.
Our tabby, Brom Bones, was lying on the tile in the kitchen, as usual. His legs were flat out behind him and his head was on the ground. He was around six months old, but he was small for his age. The theory was that he would stay that size.
I knelt down to pet him and he bit me.
“Hey, you fuzzy bastard,” I yelled when I snatched my hand back from him. I glared at him and he ran away.
I went back to my room and started getting ready for school. I put my hair in a braid and picked out black pants and a red button up. I rolled the sleeves to my elbows and left it untucked.
Then I went to school.
I wandered into the building and went into my least favorite class.
History came up and I peeked into the classroom before I walked in. No sign of Hale, so I was safe. I went in and sat at my normal table. Everything was calm.
For three and a half minutes.
A notebook was slammed down in front of me and I was face to face with something I knew very well. A disturbingly detailed drawing I did of a dragon. It was even colored in. Green fire like I once saw that girl make. I thought it looked beautiful, so I drew a fire breathing dragon. That alone might not have made this situation mortifying. But the Powerpuff Girls that were fighting the dragon certainly cinched it.
“Sign this,” I heard in that damn English accent. I looked up to see Hale with a serious and somehow pleased look on his face.
How could I forget to look in the back of the notebook? I cleaned it out of all of the school work, but I totally spaced on the doodles in the back. I wanted to hide under the table…
“What?” I said, making sure I heard him right.
“Sign it,” he nodded with a crooked grin that nearly gave me shivers.
“Why do you want me to do that?”
His eyebrow went up and his grey eyes looked amused again. “Because this is pure magnificence and I’m keeping it for the rest of my days. The randomness of this brings me a strange joy and I think the artist should sign it.”
I swallowed. “You don’t think this is stupid?”
“No,” he sounded almost offended. Then he tapped the blank bottom of the page. “Sign it ‘Rory’.”
I felt my forehead crease. “Who’s Rory?”
His smile got bigger and I swear to God it lit up the room. “You
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