Eyes wide, Lesa leaned across the aisle. “And what about Daemon?”
“He’s always an ass,” I told them.
Carissa took off her glasses and giggled. “I honestly wish I’d known you were going to do that. I would’ve filmed it.”
Thinking about that being up on YouTube, I cringed as I watched the door.
“Rumor around school is you and Daemon hooked up over the summer.” Lesa seemed to wait for me to confirm the rumor. Not in this lifetime.
“People are ridiculous.”
I held their gazes until Carissa coughed and asked, “You’re going to sit with us today?” She put her glasses back on with a push on the bridge.
Surprised, I blinked at her. “You still want me to sit with you after yesterday?” I was figuring I’d be eating my lunches in the restroom for the rest of the year.
Lesa nodded. “Are you kidding? We think you rock. We don’t have any problems with them, but I’m sure there have been a few students who’ve wanted to do that.”
“And it was pretty badass,” Carissa added, grinning. “You were like a food ninja.”
I laughed, relieved. “I’d love to, but I’m only here until fourth period. I’m getting my splint off today.”
“Oh, you’re going to miss the pep rally,” Lesa said. “Poor you. Are you going to the game tonight?”
“No. Football isn’t my thing.”
“Neither is it ours, but you still should go.” Lesa popped in her seat, her tight curls bouncing around her heart-shaped face. “Carissa and I usually go just to get out and do something. There’s isn’t much to do around here.”
“Well, there are the field parties after the games.” Carissa pushed her bangs out of her glasses. “Lesa always drags me to them.”
Lesa rolled her eyes. “Carissa doesn’t drink.”
“So?” Carissa said.
“And she doesn’t smoke, have sex, or do anything interesting.” Lesa dodged out of the way of Carissa’s swinging hand. “Yawn.”
“Excuse me if I have standards.” Her eyes narrowed on Lesa. “Unlike some.”
“I have standards.” Lesa faced me, a slight grin on her face. “But around here, you kind of have to lower them.”
I started to laugh.
And then Daemon walked into class. I sunk in my seat, biting my lip. “Oh God.”
Wisely, both girls stopped talking. I picked up my pen, pretending to be engrossed in the notes I’d taken yesterday. Turned out, I hadn’t taken many notes, so I wrote the date on my notebook very slowly.
Daemon took the seat behind me, and my stomach jumped clear into my throat. I was going to vomit. Right here, in class, in front—
He poked me in the back with his pen.
I froze. Him and that goddamn pen. The poke came again, this time with a little force behind it. I swung around, eyes narrowed. “What?”
Daemon smiled.
Everyone around us was staring. It was like a repeat of lunch. I bet they were wondering if I was going to dump my backpack on his head. Depending on what he said, there was a good chance it could happen. I doubted I’d get away with it this time, though.
Tipping his chin down, he stared at me through his wickedly long lashes. “You owe me a new shirt.”
My jaw hit the back of my chair.
“Come to find out,” he continued softly, “spaghetti sauce doesn’t always come out of clothes.”
Somehow I found my ability to speak. “I’m sure you have enough shirts.”
“I do, but that was my favorite.”
“You have a favorite shirt?” I arched a brow.
“And I also think you ruined Ash’s favorite shirt, too.” He started to grin again, flashing a deep dimple in one cheek.
“Well, I’m sure you were there to comfort her during such a traumatic situation.”
“I’m not sure she’ll recover,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes, knowing I should apologize for what I’d done, but I couldn’t find it in me. Yeah, I was becoming a terrible person. I started to turn around.
“You owe me. Again.”
I stared at him for a long moment. The warning bell rang, but it seemed far away. My chest lurched. “I don’t owe you anything,” I said, low enough for only us to hear.
“I have to disagree.” Leaning closer, he tipped the edge of his desk down. There were only a few inches between our mouths. Totally inappropriate amount of space, really, since we were in class, and he had a girl on his lap yesterday. “You’re nothing like I expected.”
“What did you expect?” I was sort of turned on by the fact I had surprised him. Weird. My eyes dropped to his poetic lips. Such a waste of a mouth.
“You and I have to talk.”
“We have nothing to talk about.”
His gaze dropped, and the air suddenly felt steamy. Unbearable. “Yes,” he said, voice low, “we do. Tonight.”
Part of me wanted to tell him to forget the whole talking thing, but I gritted my teeth and nodded. We did need to talk if at least for me to tell him we shouldn’t ever talk again. I wanted to find the nice Katy he’d had gagged and put in the corner.
The teacher cleared his throat. Blinking tightly, I saw that we had the entire class transfixed. Flushing to the roots of my hair, I turned around and gripped the edges of my desk.
Class began, but the heat in the air was still there, coating my skin in anticipation. I could feel Daemon behind me, his eyes on me. I didn’t dare move. Not until Lesa stretched beside me and dropped a folded note on my desk.