11. Solstice II
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"He must be cute" I say with a sigh.
"Unfortunately, he is." She sighs too. "But he's such a bore. He's majoring in Supernatural Sciences. And that means classes all day and tennis practices in the evenings. I haven't even seen him in months."
"Sounds..." I search for the suitable word.
"Sounds boring " Beth's voice is dense "I can't imagine how stuck up he must be. He doesn't even have a girlfriend. Which eighteen year old on the planet does not have a love life?".
A wave of pity rushes through me for the unknown twinny who seemed to be the one odd cute guy in the planet without a social life. And a love life. I am smiling like an i***t when I realize I am mentally sketching up faces to put to Beth's twin. ..
"Well at least Solstice would bring him up from whatever cave he's been holed in ." Beth continues and then her phone beeps. She looks at it and goes wild "s**t. I'm meeting Snow at the library. He's already there. "
I watch Beth rummage messily through her closet and then she settles for a cashmere sweater and a pair of jeans. She brushes her hair and powders her face...
"How do I look?" She turns to face me. "Not depressed, I hope. "
She's looking stunning as usual..
"Definitely not depressed" I say..
Her fangs flash .
"I will be back in time to get you prepped for Solstice so you don't go out looking like the frigid, gloomy wreck that you are" She says.
I make a face "Thanks for the compliment "
Her mouth , like the rest of her skin, is corpse cold on my cheeks . "I love you anyways" she whispers before bouncing out of the room.
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My phone rings even before I have time to bask in the soothing solitude of Beth's absence.
I am pulling off my clothes as I pick up the receiver "Hi Cassidy"
But it is Peach who says perkily "Hey there, Flamehead ."
Peach's really alive, peachy voice reminds me of the nasty vision I had yesterday and a cloud of horror slides up my spine. I am trying to erase the horrendous image from my mind. A girl lying bloodied in the woods. Not so alive. Peach Thubman.
Cassidy's voice chimes in "Is she on now?", And then a perky "Nightie, can you believe Dammy got us tickets to Solstice.".
"Dammy?" I mentally skim through a list of names . But I come up blank ...
"Dammy Brentwood" It is Peach this time "Moon Sol"..
I remember now. The dark brown one.
"That must be really nice" I try to sound excited but I am stark naked, unimpressively staring at my self in the mirror, mentally making a note of starting gym soon to remedy the unglamorous flatness of my bum.
Peach is still talking excitedly "And the best part of it is that they are coming to pick us themselves. Which literally means we will be rolling in the limelight..."
Cassidy adds "VIP. God. All those paparazzi and throng of reporters ..and the nasty look on the faces of those other girls ...."
Peach takes it from there "I can't begin to imagine " And then excited giggles and laughter. "Night, are you there?"
"Yes" I say listlessly.
"We wanted to tell you that.." Cassidy says
"Oh my . She will get mad" Peach tells her
"Nightie, promise not to get mad " Cassidy whines
I am about to reply when there's a pounding knock on the door. I roll my eyes. Definitely Beth might have forgotten something. I look around the room. Her bed is messy. Her phone sits there in the cluster. Yo. She has forgotten her phone in that fluttering haste.
The phone is still pressed to my ears while I waltz naked to the door.
"Cass, I won't get mad. You can tell me" I say flatly, while I open the door and instantly regret it.
Because Beth Camper is not the one standing at the door. Jordan Files stares back with me with a twinkle while his eyes skim through every inch of my stark naked body. I give a shriek and bolt the door instantly, panting with all shades of embarrassment.
"We are SORRY" Cassidy and Peach say in unison.
"I will strangle you both" I yell into the receiver before cutting off the call and flinging the phone to my bed while I stomp my feet furiously and think of a dozen impossible ways to reclaim my lost dignity.
I shroud my eye_defiled body in a too big t shirt and a pair of pants. Long cargo pants that also swallows up my frame. I take in a couple of deep breaths and saunter once more to the door, fuming silently.
Jordan Files was still standing there, hunched in the doorway with a hateful smile on his face and a shopping bag in his hand.
"Less alluring" He remarks "I prefer the.."
"Shut up" My face is hot. Very hot. "To what do I owe this unwanted, unpleasant visit."
"I don't do doorway talks" He sneers "Don't keep a celebrity standing ".
I am livid "Well it might interest you to know that I am not one of your moonstruck idiotified fan girls".
"A toast to that." He carelessly brushes past me while I glare at his hateful back making their way to MY BED. I close the door with an angry semi bang.
Jordan sits on the bed with a carefreeness that irks me. His frozen eyes flicker round the room amusedly and then comes to rest....on the pair of red lingerie I had just stepped out of a couple of minutes ago. The pant is lying right next to him on the bed.
I instantly sit on it. And clear my throat
"Well this is awkward.." I begin
"Very awkward" he says and my face is of a paler shade than embarrassed crimson.
"Well" my throat is suddenly parched.
"Well what?" His voice has that streak of his trademark cockiness. Bastard.
"Well what are you doing here, Jordan Files" I snap.
"There are a lot of things to do here" His voice has toned down a little and he has somewhat drifted closer. Too close. I can feel the goosebumps on my skin."It's just you and I and this comfy little bed."
"Don't get any silly ideas " I croak out, my eyes darting across the room . For what exactly. A dagger. Or a hammer. Something to slice his cocky heart out. Bastard.
"What kind of silly ideas?" Okay. Now his breath is hot on my face and as bad as that sounds, I am embarrassed to admit that it was the right kind of hot. His hands are gently massaging my shoulders and this time my face is not the only part of me that feels hot. Too hot .
I slap his hands off. "Okay that's enough". My voice is calm. To calm for the tremor I am feeling inside.
He laughs "Relax, " and then he frees me.
I struggle to relax. I take a couple of deep breaths. My body is proving to be quite treacherous. Jordan flings the shopping bag at me.
"And this is?" I ask flatly.
"A dress for Solstice" He says simply.
"What makes you think I'm going to that s**t show " I snap.
"Because it is not a s**t show and you obviously look like you need a life" He scoffs.
I fling the bag back at him . "Jeez. Thank you very much but not interested."
I watch him close his eyes and take in a deep breath. Then I watch the claws spring out . Okay this part freaks me out a little bit but they are gone almost as soon as they appear.
When his eyes open, he drifts further close and whispers "You will look absolutely stunning in that gown. Although personally I like you better without clothes. " Okay. His voice is not supposed to be honey-sweet. But it is. Smooth as milk. My stomach does a flip. Traitor.
"Me without clothes is a sight you will never get to see again." I say firmly, pushing him away. It doesn't look like a shove. I had meant to shove him in some shade of anger. What i do instead seems like a flirty cutesy push. Which is honestly not my intention. I mean, it's not my fault he's so breathtakingly hot and my hands are somewhat wobbly.
Jordan laughs. He snorts "We will see about that. " And then he vanishes. I roll my eyes irritably. The shopping bag sits quietly on my bed.
Sick , cocky bastard. I will so so murder Peach and Cassidy. My eyes are drawn to something on the bedside table. I stretch my hands and pick it up.
It is flat and card like. I peer more closely. A ticket to Solstice.
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