I was only interested in one male person’s attention, but of course he was nowhere to be found.
I soon found myself surrounded by the usual suspects though. Michelle, her boy Cain, Ian, Mark even Sara and Jane came over to join us.
Although Jane was back to looking like she’d smelt something foul. What was her problem anyway? She really needed to lighten up.
The way I see it, it’s not my fault if she’s had an interest in Azarov, which he ignored. That was going on before I came on the scene.
It beggared belief though that he would overlook her blonde beauty, and show an interest in me.
The pale, awkward girl, that didn’t have much going for her at all. Except a crazy head of hair.
“Nice new girl, very nice.” Mark made a complete circle around me, his eyes glued to my body in the skimpy get-up like the perv that he was.
“Cut it out.” I tried to get around him to enter the building and get out of the spotlight. Not my favorite place to be, in fact, I had a serious aversion to being the center of attention.
“I’m just wondering what brought this on. This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain someone who’s been missing for the past week now would it?” I started past him, but he reached out and grabbed my hand.
“Oh shit...”
Michelle made that harried statement five seconds before I found my hand being snatched from Mark’s, who had been pushed into the wall behind us.
Thorn. I thought his name and heat infused me from head to toe.
He opened the doors with a loud bang and dragged me through them before I could enjoy the sensation.
This seemed to be the only way he knew of to get me from point A to point B. he had a firm grip on my arm as he pulled me along behind him.
I didn’t even try to free myself from him as he dragged me out of sight of the others, who were probably watching this all unfold.
I found myself pushed up against the wall, and then his fingers were there, wiping the blood red lipstick off my lips, none too gently I might add.
I was steadily looking into his face, so I saw the displeasure written there. Again he didn’t say a word to me afterward, just turned and walked away.
“It was just some stupid lipstick geez.” I ran my fingers over my abused lips as my heart beat me to death and my limbs felt weak.
He turned at the end of the hall and glared back at me; no way, there’s no way he could’ve heard that. I’d mumbled it way under my breath.
I took a deep gulp of air as he gave me one of those head to toe once overs, which ended with his eyes looking into mine again.
Even from this distance I could feel the impact. Oh yeah, I’d come to Havenhurst to die all right, but maybe not in the way I’d first thought.
I pressed myself firmly back against the wall as he made his way back to me. I noticed that no one had dared follow us inside, and wondered not for the first time, what kind of power this guy held over everyone here.
My knees started to shake, as he got closer; the tremble in my belly was fear mixed with some unknown emotion. Something I’d only felt in my dreams.
He reached me in a few strides and just stood looking down at me for the longest time without saying a word.
“Behave.”
He turned and walked away again; behave? That’s it? He leaves for days and then returns only to wipe some lipstick from my lips and tell me to behave? I wish someone would tell me what the heck was going on.
In the meantime I was fighting my traitorous body and its needs. It was all I could do not to touch myself right there in the hallway of the local high school.
Just what in the hell has happened to me in this place anyway? My body as once again on fire, and the need was strong enough to make me whimper softly in my throat as I fixed myself.
His annoying sister came around the corner just then, took one look at my lipstick-smeared mouth and shook her head.
“You are so screwed.”
Well crap, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what the pixie meant by that.
***
I didn’t see him again for the rest of the day, and the school was abuzz with this morning’s theatrics.
I spent more time hiding out in the bathroom to avoid knowing looks and leers from some of the guys, than I did in class. At lunch I hid out on a bench outside and ate my sandwich alone.
Was he mad at me now? He’d looked so formidable, and why did that make my heart race and other parts of me tingle?