Of Fae and Hate

“If you keep asking stupid little questions, people are going to start prying.” She leans off of the locker, taking a step forward until she’s standing toe to toe with me.

I don’t back away.

She leans close enough that her fruity breath washes over my skin. “The last thing we need is someone wanting to know how you survived an abaron attack.”

“Apparently it’s not so rare, I heard you did it.”

Her eyes darken and there it is right there, that little glimpse that shows there’s something else going on. Anyone else would at least hold a little pride knowing they defeated some supposed powerful monster, especially Soskia considering how arrogant she is, and yet she isn’t happy about what she did in the slightest.

“What happened to you?” I ask and I hate that my voice grows softer without my permission.

For a long moment she doesn’t say anything, only staring at me. Her face relaxes the slightest, defeat sliding into her gaze, but then she’s tensing right back up and going back into the bitch mode I’ve become too familiar with.

“It’s none of your fucking business,” she snaps. “We’re not friends.”

“You’re right, we’re not, so you’ve got five seconds to get the fuck out of my face before I really remember just how much we’re not friends,” I warn, because once again she’s too damn close to me. That fruity scent that has to come from gum, because I didn’t see her eating anything in the cafeteria, is overwhelming. Her breath is warm and every time it warms over my skin, I have to ignore the tingles that crack across my skin.

My eyes drop to her lips and when she inhales a deep breath, I go completely still. Her tongue sneaks out across her lips and my skin grows feverish.

Fuck.

This is another reason why I need to stay away from Soskia.

Despite the fact that she’s the biggest bitch I’ve ever met, I’m attracted to her and I suspect that the feeling goes both ways.

She leans in the slightest inch and if I were to move even a little, our lips would touch.

It’d be explosive.

Which is exactly why I step away from her. She jerks back, her jaw tightening.

Our eyes meet and I find myself wanting to linger, to draw this interaction out a little longer, but I’m not an idiot. If I stay here any long, I’m either going to give into temptation and kiss the infuriating rose gold girl or slap her again.

So I take a step back and turn on my heels, heading toward my room in a hurry, even as my energy starts to dwindle again.