“Duly noted,” Jude said seriously.
“What is that?” Piper screeched when she noticed what was in my hands. “Where did you get that, Stella?”
“Uh….” Dang it. I did not want Piper having nice thoughts about Jude. But this was kind of unavoidable now.
“Would you like one, Piper?” Jude smiled at her- and this time he actually looked charming instead of his usual devilish self.
I suppressed my glow that was threatening to burn Jude to ash. He seemed to notice I was struggling and shot me a patronizing glare.
“I’m just being nice, Stella. You can’t keep me all to yourself, you know.” He handed Piper his other cup and she actually sighed when their fingers brushed. “It’s black with a little cream, is that alright?”
“Perfect,” she smiled at him. “You are officially an angel.”
Jude let out a bark of surprised laughter. “Did you hear that, Stel? Your friend thinks I’m an angel.”
“Oh, my gosh,” I groaned. But I still took a sip of my delicious coffee. I really did expect it to be poisoned, but it was fine. It was more than fine. It really was perfect.
Piper took a sip, too, and groaned in satisfaction. “Thank you, Jude.”
“You’re welcome.” He turned to look at me with raised eyebrows and waited expectantly.
I turned around and pulled out the books I needed, hoping he would just disappear.
“Stella!” Piper gasped. She leaned around me and said to Jude. “I’m so sorry about my friend! She’s not usually this rude! But she just broke up with her boyfriend.”
I closed my locker and slammed my forehead into it. “He wasn’t my boyfriend, Piper.”
He still wasn’t. But he wasn’t exactly not my boyfriend either.
Ugh. This was confusing.
“Oh, so what you’re saying is she’s on the rebound?” Jude put a hand on the back of my neck and squeezed. He kept it there even when I scrunched up my shoulders in an effort to remove him from me.
Piper laughed. “I think you’re going to have to get in line. There’s already competition.”
When Jude quirked a brow at her, she betrayed me by nodding her head in the direction of Tristan who was walking our way.
“The high school jock?” he burst out into laughter. “That is very interesting.” And then he walked away.
“Where are you going?” I demanded because I didn’t know what else to do.
He held up his pack of cigarettes and then pointed toward the door, but never turned around. Ok, even for Fallen, he was the weirdest boy I had ever met.
“Stella,” Piper’s sharp voice cut into my muddled thoughts. “Since when do you know him?”
“I don’t,” I answered immediately.
“Well, he thinks he knows you.”
“No kidding.”
“What was that about?” Tristan was finally upon us and scowling. He nodded his head in the direction of Jude and then scowled at our coffees. “And where did those come from?”
“Air mail?” I was the only one that fully got that.
Tristan scowled deeper.
“Stella’s apparently buddy-buddy with the new kid.” Piper offered helpfully. She shared a look with Tristan and then she shrugged.
What was that about?
Since when did they communicate?
“I’m not buddy-buddy with the new kid,” I slammed a hand down on my hip, adamant about this. “He won’t leave me alone!”
“And he brings her coffee,” Piper looked down at her cup meaningfully and the child in me wanted to slap the coffee out of her hands.
“He brought me coffee. One time! I’m telling you guys, I can’t get him to leave me alone. I promise you, I’m not encouraging his behavior, but there is nothing I can do about it!” Understatement of the year.
“We believe you, Stel,” Tristan said in a pacifying tone. “It’s alright. You don’t have to get mad.”
Which of course only made me madder.
“Whatever,” I huffed. “I’m going to class.”
I stomped off down the hallway, fully aware that I was throwing a temper tantrum. But still, I expected them to follow me. So when I turned around to check out where they were, nobody was more surprised than me that they were still standing where I left them in deep conversation. They were even leaning in to each other!
This was clearly some alternate universe. Seth was bad… bad-ish? My constant companion was a Fallen. And Tristan and Piper were getting along.
Irrational tears pricked at my eyes and I forced them back. It was just that everything felt wrong these days. And what was worse was that not long ago everything had seemed right, or could have been right. It felt like this was my fault. It felt like I had messed this all up.
And now I didn’t know how to fix it.
The tardy bell rang while I was standing outside of my classroom, but I couldn’t make myself go inside. Instead I watched out the window as Jude finished his cigarette in the shade of a huge oak tree.
I wouldn’t have bothered to watch him any other time, but there was suddenly a feeling of something so wrong and depraved around me that I had to be certain it wasn’t him. Immediately my feet were paralyzed in place. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel- and all I felt was fear.
Icy frost slid down the lockers to my left and below my feet. Each flake was delicately made; in each inch spread the most precisely-formed sickness.
Tendrils of evil snaked over my skin, the sheer frigidity of their evil searing my skin to the bone. When I looked down at my body, I was horrified to see the black wispy tails of Shadows covering my skin and clothes like octopus tentacles. And where they touched me was like no pain I had ever felt. The pain was so acute, so raw that I knew I would black out before I could do something to save myself.
One Shadow slithered up my body, as I watched frozen in my spot, and wrapped around my throat. I felt its solid body wrap around my neck while my arms stayed pinned to my sides, tied down now by more Shadows. I sucked in a breath, positive it would be my last and released a blood-curdling scream. And then everything went black.
Slowly feeling came back to me. It seemed to move in grids up my body. My feet first, then my legs, eventually my stomach, sometime after that my arms, and finally my head. And then everything rushed back at once so I had all of my senses again. I could hear the commotion around me, even though I couldn’t make sense of it, I could smell the familiar scent that was only Mead High School and a lingering hint of sulfur. I could feel the cold tile underneath me and a hand that was gripping my own. I could taste how dry my mouth was and the coppery left over of blood from where I must have bit my tongue. When I opened my eyes I could see.
I blinked up at a white-faced Tristan and a confused Piper who was shouting for help. Her hand was the one I was holding.
“What happened?” Tristan demanded, but I just blinked at him.
What had happened?
I couldn’t remember yet.
“Are you alright?” he asked with his panic showing.
I tried to talk, but my mouth was too dry, so I nodded slowly instead.
“What’s going on out here?” a teacher- I wasn’t together enough to figure out which teacher- demanded.
“She fainted,” Piper explained breathlessly.
“Is she the one that screamed too?’
Had I screamed?
“Yes,” Piper nodded quickly.
“What happened to her?”
“I don’t know.”
“She fainted,” Tristan bit out.
“Then why did she scream?” The teacher wanted to know.
Why had I screamed?
“I don’t know,” Tristan shook his head and his familiar green eyes fell back to mine. “Can you stand up?”