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“I’m all right.”
“You don’t have to play it macho like us stupid guys.” His mouth twists. “You can tell me if you hurt. I can help.”
“I took painkillers.” I sigh. “We’ll be late for class. Come on.”
“Mia, wait. I forgot.” He pulls something out of his backpack. “It’s for you.”
“What’s this?” I whisper.
“A gift.”
Incredulous, I stare at the package. “Don’t tell me…Clothes?”
He looks baffled. “How did you guess?”
“Holy crap, you guys. Did you have a meeting and decide to buy poor Mia some clothes because all she has are those formless old things she had from the Church?”
“What? No. What meeting?” He hurries after me as I march toward the school building. “Wait, are you saying that the others got you clothes, too?”
“What do you think I’m wearing today?” I gesture at myself. “Ashton got me these.”
“Damn, he has good taste. Oh, fuck.” His brows shoot up. “Fuck. Can’t believe I gave the vampire a compliment. Let me rephrase: these clothes are a bit conservative. Like, my grandma would wear something like that.”
For some reason, I grin at that. I shove his package into my backpack. “You haven’t seen the underwear,” I say and turn to see his eyes go wide and his cheeks glow pink.
“Are they lacy?” he breathes. “I mean. Oh, holy fuck.”
I leave him outside the classroom and saunter inside.
Boys. Can’t fight them, can’t sell them off. Might as well turn the tables on them and see what they do then.
Fun.
14
MIA
By the time morning classes are over, I don’t know what hurts more: my bruised body or my poor brain, hurt by all the math and physics I had to stuff in it.
Sciences and me don’t get along so well, I decide. Give me languages and stories and even grammar and debates, and I’ll be fine. Show me numbers and my mind goes blank.
Gathering my books and papers, I make my way out of the class. Jason is hovering at the door, and I open my mouth to tell him I’m okay—lots of students are out and about, surely Zoey’s gang won’t dare attack me now?—and stop.
“You don’t look so good,” I say instead. “Are you okay?”
“What? Oh yeah. Fine.” He shoves his blond bangs out of his face. “I’ll walk you to the refectory and then I’ll go. I have PE in the afternoon. Training for the next Scale-ball match.”
“You sure you’re up to that now?”
“Sure.” But he looks uncomfortable. In pain, maybe? Could be his shoulder, though that doesn’t explain why he seems to be limping a little.
I remember what Ashton said about the full moon coming up and…
“Oh crap. Is that tonight?” I stop.
“Iswhattonight?”
“The full moon.”
