“I saw you.” Michelle jabs her finger into my chest with each word.
I slap her hand away. “Saw me what?”
“Get in the car and take off during second. You think your shit doesn’t stink? You come into town, steal Logan, break his heart, then take Gage. You disgust me. And now you think you can sleep around with Dudley on the side? I’ve known Logan and Gage all my life. I’m not going to stand by and watch you slut around while grinding everyone to pieces. I bet that’s why you moved from L.A. You slept around town so damn much, they threw you out.”
“First of all…” I go to point my finger, and my entire hand feels lighter than air.
Ellis turns on the music, and it’s some song I haven’t heard in like forever.
“God I love this song!” I really, really love this song. “Anyway, I don’t break hearts, and I’m not a slut,” I pause as I make my way past her. “Besides, they would never kick you out of L.A. for sleeping around. They erect statues and throw parades for shit like that.”
22
Bite Me
I start scanning the crowd for either Logan or Gage. It feels so lonely without them. I’m so sick of wanting Logan, wishing I could be with him, stealing a moment just to be together, and never having enough of him. But then there’s Gage, those eyes that see right into my soul, the way he protects me, and he just so happens to have the face of a thousand underwear models rolled into one. He’s the paragon of perfect. I laugh at my own pun. That is actually pretty damn funny.
Ellis comes down the hall with that scary clown mask he terrorized me with a few weeks back.
I suck in a lungful of air as he charges at me and tries to nip at my neck.
“Get away!” I push him off. I hate clowns, almost as much as I’m hating Ellis right now.
He snatches the mask off and laughs. And strangely I find myself laughing right along with him. Freaking stupid Ellis.
Ellis. I’ve never noticed before how cute he is in his own right. In fact if I wasn’t with Logan and Gage, I could totally see myself with Ellis. I laugh a little louder at the thought. It’s sort of gross the way he’s always stoned, but I could probably change him if I wanted.
“Would you give up pot for me?” I giggle into him as he wraps an arm around my waist. He’s smiling wildly with his seductive half closed eyes—then I see him—Gage.
A tall sexy vampire stands near the roaring fire. I hadn’t even noticed how magnificent the fire is, how ferocious the flames look as they lick outside the confines of the hearth, and for a second, I’m mesmerized by the taunting orange blaze.
Gage heads toward me. I push Ellis away, and he drifts effortlessly into a group of girls.
I can’t believe this. Gage has his entire face done up—sickly pale skin offset by his dark peaked brows, lips as black as death. God, he’s got lipstick on—I’m transfixed by this.
He gives a devilish smile and pulls me along by the hand down the long hall at a quickened clip. We end up in a dark corridor, nothing but rows of closed doors one after another. Gage opens the one at the end with caution before ushering us inside.
It’s quiet in here. My ears pulsate in protest to the powerful silence. I stretch my arms in front of me and flail around in the shadows. It feels like I’m about to fall, like the whole world has inverted into an alternate dimension for just Gage and me, and now we’re here alone.
I run my hands down his chest and rest my fingers on the rim of his pants. I can feel him brushes his lips over my face, light as a feather, and it makes me want him even more.
“Kiss me,” I say.
A tremor of laughter rumbles deep inside his chest. He darts a kiss behind my ear and it tickles me mercilessly.
“Stop.” I giggle the word out unintelligibly.
He bites down on my earlobe hard. The pain spears through me—hot, like an errant ember, then dissipates into something softer, a more manageable ache.
I gasp for breath as he makes his way down my neck. He grazes and gnaws on my flesh until it feels like I’m being invaded by razor blades.
“Your teeth.” I manage the words in a spasm. “So sharp.”
“You like that?” He rumbles. “I had them filed.” He leans his head back and a thin seam of moonlight catches the tips of his canines.
“That’s so hot.” I close my eyes as he lunges back at my throat. “Hey.” I want to tell him that it hurts, but the words get jumbled in a series of moans. Gage suckles off my neck, pretending to drink deeply. My entire person responds in spasms alternating between pleasure and pain, and I’m starting to feel light headed. I give a halfhearted struggle to push him away, but he lingers for several more minutes before finally coming up for air.
He whispers hot in my ear, “Gotcha.”
***
Gage leaves in a hurry—probably has to get to a restroom fast. Lord knows I’ve been there.
I filter through the crowd. The party is still going strong when I finally make my way out of the maze of hallways. I swear these houses behind the gates are like self-contained labyrinths.
Finally, I spot Logan and Gage sitting by themselves near the pool and head on over. The backyard is lit up with hundreds of jack-o-lanterns. That must be Ellis’s other talent, aside from baking, because each one is expertly carved up with an intricate design.
“We were just thinking you got eaten by Fems. Where’ve you been?” Gage pulls me into a giant hug.
“I was…” I jerk my hand back at the house and start to laugh. “I was with you, and you took off.”
“When were you with me?” His forehead creases, and I realize he doesn’t have a stitch of makeup on.
“Just now.” Is this like some stupid prank? “What are you guys doing out here? It’s freezing.” I rub at my arms vigorously—it feels as though my entire body is vibrating from each little goose bump. It almost feels as though Marshall were touching me.
“I was just telling Gage how much I like his dress.” Logan nods over to his cape.
“And I was just telling Logan my girlfriend asked me to wear it.”
“Nice. Hey, where’s your make-up?” I’m starting to think that really wasn’t Gage back there. Shit. I probably just hooked up with some drunk guy form East. Everyone at West knows I’m with Gage, right?
“I draw the line at face painting.” He tightens his grip around my waist and glares over at Logan. “Your strategy of forcing me listen to your big bad plan of how you’re going to battle the Counts, just so I would miss half the party—backfired. And now she was molested by some idiot in a cape.” He looks to me. “You remember what this guy looked like? His name?”
“I thought it was you.” I shake my head over at Gage.
“What did he do to you?” Logan stands and gently rubs my arm up and down as his eyes widen with horror. It’s only then I notice he’s in jeans and wearing his football jersey, looking like his scary hot self.
“He took me in the back room and kissed my neck.” I tilt my head to the side.
Logan looks from me to Gage with a clear look of hurt.
Great. Now he’s going to think that’s all we do when we’re alone. Then it occurs to me it sort of is and I feel like shit.
“Here you are!” Lexy comes up from behind Logan. She swings him by the waist, and they both sail into the pool with a giant splash that drenches me from the waist down.
Logan pops up like a cork and shakes back his hair. His teeth glow as he offers me a soft sad grin, but the moment passes too quickly.
Lexy charges at him with open arms and he stops her midflight by playfully dunking her under water. I hope he holds her down at least a good four minutes.
A steady rise of steam drifts on the surface of the pool.
“Feels warm.” Gage shakes the water off his hands. He gently lifts my hair back and examines my neck under the paper lantern, wincing. “That’s looks like one mean bruise. I’m gonna kill this guy. Are you sure you’re OK? Did he do anything else?” His face lights u
p with worry.
“No. I don’t think so.” I bite down on my lip to stop the river of laughter trying to bubble out of me.
“It’s not funny,” he says quietly. “I don’t like the idea of some guy laying his hands all over you. You could have been killed.”
I set off on a long stretch of titters before holding my stomach and engaging in a full-blown hacking laugh.
“Are you OK?”
I gasp at the one lucid thought that sails through my mind.
“Ellis fed me brownies.”
Gage gives an exasperated blink before leading me toward the house.
“Make that two people I’m going to kill.”
I look over at the pool and see Lexy ruffling up Logan’s hair in the deep end as he attempts to climb out.
I might kill Lexy just for fun. And I laugh.
23
Fight Night
Gage is in a fury. He subdues my incessant need to giggle by vexing me with the truth of what Ellis has done. His rage builds as he pushes through the crowd looking for the perpetrator of my inadvertent high.
The house is crowded, dark—it sways in rhythm to the boisterous music blaring from the speakers. I see Brielle and Drake, gyrating, letting loose on a table with another girl I don’t recognize.
The fireplace captures me again. Low blue flames sweep through the air, calling out to me lethargically. They spit out an occasional spark that spears across the hearth like an errant shooting star.
“This him?” Gage thrashes some kid in a vampire costume hard against the metal railing. “Skyla?”
My mouth falls open. He’s got the right face paint and the cape…
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” Gage pushes him to the ground and walks deeper into the house.
“You can’t go knocking people around.” I try to keep up with him. “You’re gonna to hurt somebody.”
“That’s the plan.”
I’ve never seen him caged in so much fury. We scan the living room, kitchen— pan all of the downstairs vicinity.
“Never mind.” I pull him back by the elbow trying to abort the mission. “I swear it was probably a misunderstanding. I thought it was you, and maybe he thought I was someone else.” I cup his face gently with my hands. Gage is staggeringly attractive with his eyes blazing, his heart thumping wild for revenge. “I want to enjoy the party. Can’t we just have a good time?”
“Are you sure you’re OK?” His hard expression gives a little.
“Yes, I’m fine. I feel weird, but that’s Ellis’s fault.” I can’t believe he lied to me.
Outside the open double doors we hear the faint sound of Ellis’ very distinct laughter. It doesn’t take long for Gage to bolt in that direction.
I try to trail after him at top speed, but end up flailing and turning my ankles every step of the way. It’s strange the way my body feels—relaxed and yet unusually aware of every movement.
I spot Michelle stooped over the porch with her head between her knees. Emily is stroking her back as though she were a cat. I pause to see if she’s about to puke or something. Her back jerks in a series of vibrations until it becomes clear Michelle is crying.
“What’s going on?” I ask Emily rather impulsively. We are all on the squad together. I did visit her in the hospital after she dove off Devil’s Peak, plus evidently I’m stoned, so it reasons with logic that I should inquire about Michelle’s almost humanlike behavior.
“Dudley broke up with her.” Emily divulges without giving it much thought.
“What?” I’m stunned. “Didn’t the Mayans predict this?” A shiver of laughter gets locked in my chest as I try to digest my own absurdity. No sooner do the words fly out of my mouth than Michelle appears in my face. She shoves her fist through my abdomen, knocking the air out of my lungs. I roll into the planter bed—face down. Michelle lands on my back and begins pulling violently at my hair. She maneuvers me around like puppet causing the incision on my neck to stretch every which way, and suddenly I’m acutely aware of the sharp line of pain.
I let out a shrill cry. Before I can turn, or grab her, or close my mouth, she plunges my face into the dirt and grinds it in for good measure.
“Don’t let me catch you near him again.” Her hot breath sears against the back of my neck.
I roll over in time to see Michelle and Emily ditch into the house. I scan the porch and I’m alone save for a scarecrow sitting on a rocking chair. It seems the entire exchange was witnessed by nobody. I get up and spit into the flowerbed over and over— pretend it’s Michelle’s face every single time.
She picked a lousy time to get knocked up. I’d love to grind her into the dirt myself, six feet under to be exact.
I see Gage at the bottom of the driveway and run over to him. My ankle gives and twists as I hit the bottom, landing me hard on Ellis.
“I guess she likes me better,” Ellis says, helping me upright. “You saved me. He was just about to beat the shit out of me.”
“Beat him later,” I say toppling over to Gage. “Will you take me to see Dudley?”
The moon squats down low behind him, kisses his black hair with an unearthly glow. He really does look like an angel.
A clear look of exasperation crosses his face as he reaches over and digs his finger into Ellis’s chest.
“This isn’t over.”
Ellis pins him with an evil look I didn’t know he was capable of—makes me feel as though I don’t know Ellis at all.
***
Gage is nice enough to drive me over to Marshall’s house, in order to help stave off the manslaughter charge I was about to incur.
“Skyla.” Marshall pinches at his eyes as though he just woke up. I brush past him, making my way into the house. “Not you.” He pushes his hand into Gage. “I choose the guests—and you happen to be the wrong gender. Goodnight.” He shoves him outside and begins to shut the door.
“I’m not leaving.” Gage swoops back in and appears by my side.
“I don’t play this game.” Marshall snatches a bowl full of candy from off a small table. “But if you want cavities, I believe you’re to stand outside and speak in verse—cast a spell or something.” A mild look of annoyance whisks across his face.
“If it’s OK, I’d like to talk to Mr. Dudley,” I say to Gage. I let him know in the car ride over that I wanted to grill Marshall on leaving Michelle—to let him know it’s only going to make my life worse as evidenced by the fertilizer still lodged in my nose.
“I’ll wait outside.” Gage glowers as he heads out the door.
“Look at you,” Marshall marvels at me. “You’re filthy and vexingly beautiful.” He concludes with a lascivious smile before bolting the door.
“Take Michelle back.”
“No.” His cheek rises on one side.
“You have to.” I take a bold step forward. “I want to kill her—probably will. And if I don’t, she’s going to put me through a living hell.”
“Not my concern.” He holds out the dish of candy and rattles it in my direction. “No one showed up tonight.”
“It’s because you live in the boonies and your porch light isn’t on.” I push it away indignantly. “Listen, I have enough trouble without adding Michelle to the equation. Just do me a favor, keep doing whatever it is you do with her. It makes her happy.” I swallow hard at the thought of concerning myself with Michelle’s happiness, but, then again, it directly relates to mine.
“I can’t do that. Besides, it’s been brought to my attention that it’s no way to win you over, so I let her know I’ve moved on.” He gives a devilish smile. “That I’m interested in another student body.”
I seize at the thought. “What the hell’d you do that for?”
“Because, Skyla.” He lets the candy dish drop rather violently to his feet. “It’s the direction I choose to venture in.” He gives a hard look. “Now send the twit home, so I can convince you of the same.” His sharp features startle me with their beauty in this
dim light. Even with all of his fury, there is an amazing attraction he exudes. It feels almost deliberate as though he’s trying to seduce me.
I circle around him and make my way to the door.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” I hiss. “If you’re going to turn my life into bloody hell, I’ll return the favor.”
“There you go, Skyla.” His tone sharpens. “Grab the tiger by the tail. See how fast I turn around to bite you.”
I open the door and step out into the crisp night air.
“And Skyla?” His voice sails past me, gets lost in the thicket just beyond the property. “I’ve been to bloody hell. I used to grease the gates.”
“Gage?” I call out. His mother’s car sits abandoned in the driveway, but he’s nowhere to be found. A wild panic surges through me. “Where’s Gage?” I ask accusingly.
“I’ve sent him.” There’s a challenge in his voice.
“Sent him where?”
“To hell of course.”
24
Hot Date
I’m forced to endure an entire session of Marshall’s attempt at romance. He promised to return Gage unharmed if I spent the next twenty minutes with him.
I watch as he meticulously lights up row after row of candles.
“How does that look?” He steps back admiring his efforts.
“Great. When’s the séance?” I try to ignore the fact he looks glorious in this pale flickering light.
“You slay me.” He doesn’t look amused.
At his command, the sound of a symphony starts to play from somewhere overhead. He takes up my hand and we start to sway to the music.
“You know,” I start, “this would totally be illegal if you were human. Attempted kidnapping, forcing yourself upon a minor—impregnating a minor.” Thank God that last one has nothing to do with me. Just as I’m about to continue with his budding list of felonies, he presses his lips against mine and startles me with a kiss filled with ripples of shivering passion.
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