“Ah, hilarious,” Nolan replies dryly.
Felix chuckles, folding his arms. “He’s just mad because I said the same thing to him when I found out-- I may also call him Edward or Sparkleson from time to time. He isn’t cool enough to be Stefan or Damon.” He shrugs, looking a little too pleased with himself. “I’m a ghost. Have to make my own entertainment somehow.”
“Not cool enough? They were whining assholes fighting over the same girl because she looked like another girl.” Nolan looks up at him with a faux glare. “I’ll remember that, Casper.”
“Oh no,” Felix shakes his head. “Only Callie gets to call me that. When you turn into a beautiful girl, then we’ll talk about nicknames.”
Connor flummoxed me so much that I was too distracted to consider the dangers of a dude that can turn into a wolf-- and I’m pretty positive now that my survival instincts are in fact broken. I do, however, have a few coherent brain cells enough to at least consider befriending a vampire is probably bad, but nothing about Nolan is raising anyHoly crap, save yourself!flags. Don’t know if that’s a plus for Nolan or a minus against me.
“I’m a living vampire,” Nolan explains watching my face carefully. “I’m like humans in the way that I eat normal food, can go outside in any weather, and you know, I’m not dead-- so heartbeat, need air to breathe, all that good stuff.”
I clear my throat. “Blood?”
He looks down at his lunch, “Yeah. Need that too.”
“So you and Ms. Martinez…” I lead, pretty sure this is falling under the gross and don’t want to know category.
Nolan looks up startled. “No! God, no.” He shudders. “I may be a bit of a man whore, but women almost three times my age are out of my desired prospects-- for everything.” He looks contemplative and mutters under his breath. “I may have to adjust that thinking when I’m over a hundred. Kind of hypocritical.”
I rub at the spot between my brows.They’re doing this on purpose. Dropping weird little facts that make no sense. I swear, I’m going to corner Kaleb somewhere alone and ask him everything. He at least gives full, thought out, straight answers!
“So why does Ms. Martinez look like she wants to wrestle you to the ground, rip all your clothes off, and play naughty office assistant?” I growl.
“Well…” Nolan starts, the playboy smirk back.
“Nolan!” I interrupt with adon’t test meface. It’s his turn to squirm under the apparently uncomfortable spotlight that is my gaze.
He scrunches his nose and grumbles, “I charmed her freshman year into giving me a pass that lets me off campus whenever I want. It was slightly too strong, and she’s been obsessed with me ever since.”
“Charmed?” I ask, clearly wanting more of an explanation.
“Yup,” he replies, then takes another bite of his sandwich.
If there was a wall nearby, I’d bang my head against it.Alright, moving on.“So what the hell are nephilim?” I blurt looking between Donovan and Kaleb.
Kaleb perks up, scholastic fire in his eyes, but Donovan cuts him off before he can speak, “We’re the descendants of the humans that angels banged like half a million years ago.”
Kaleb purses his lips then grumbles, “There’s a little more to it.”
“Not really.” Donovan smirks, clearly enjoying riling up Kaleb.
I don’t know if it’s my growing frustration or the sun baking on the top of my head, but despite the air still being crisp, I’m roasting. I struggle out of my sweater and stuff it into my backpack.
Felix looks down at my Black Widow shirt-- a black t-shirt with a distressed red hourglass inside of a red circle with the silhouette of Black Widow on top.
He playfully groans. “A beautiful girl that wears geek gear? It’s finally happened, boys. The perfect girl has stumbled into our midst, and she’s living in my old house-- that I haunt! Ah, what a time to be a ghost.”
“Hardly,” I snort and pull at the sleeves of my Henley. Realizing what I’m doing, I shove my sleeves up to my elbows. “And careful how you haunt, Casper. No random cold spots, crap flying around the room, or flickering lights at 2am.”
Felix gasps in mock insult and places a hand to his chest. Dramatically, he insists, “I would never do such a thing.” Then he grins. “Mostly because I don’t know how. No, I’m concentrating my efforts on making pottery and cuddling. Swayze knew how to ghost.”
Donovan chuckles, then takes another bite of his apple. “A fan of superheroes, huh?” he inquires, changing the subject. “Well, congrats. You are one. Sort of.”
“Speaking of, what the hell do you mean witch? Like with warts, cauldrons, and broomsticks?” I jump on the segue, eager to find out what they know.
Can all witches heal like I can? My father obviously knows what I am, but the way he acted, it was like I’m defective.Is that what Connor smells?I take a moment to appreciate the weird twist my life has taken where that is a serious thought to have.
Nolan chuckles. “Not quite. At least with the warts and broomsticks. I have no idea about the cauldrons.”
