Blood Kiss

Blood Kiss: 3. Invitation

Tomorrow brought me a headache in front of the mirror. I couldn’t decide what to wear. My bed was covered with my entire wardrobe. Finally I chose my favorite black low riders (bootcut: skinny jeans are not for everyone!) with an ubersoft lavender sweater that gapped a little at the waist and had really long sleeves that covered most of my hands. The v-neck showed off just a touch of cleavage. I’m not small in that area, but I’m not huge either. I actually spent time styling my hair and did the best I could with makeup. The black eye was still puffy but it looked a little lighter today. With the lip gloss the split lip was barely noticeable. After stuffing my feet into socks and my black converse, I grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs.

Jared sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal and gave me a smirk when he saw me. “Dressed to impress?” his voice sounded amused. I shrugged. It was kinda obvious. “How’s the ring?”

 I sat my bag down by my chair as I got to the table. Flipping the bottom of my sweater up enough to show him I responded, “a little sore, but fine. I want to make sure it doesn’t get infected or anything.” He nodded and continued eating. After smoothing down my top I grabbed a banana out of the basket in the middle of the table and began to peel it. My mind wandered back to Ian. He couldn’t possibly be as preoccupied with me as I seemed to be with him.

Once we finished eating, we left the house, and pulled into the parking lot at school not ten minutes later. I jumped out of the car before the emergency brake was set.

I hollered back, “Bye!” and raced off to class barely hearing Jared scream out an indignant ‘Hey!’ Luckily my first class on ‘B’ block was the first room in the building so there wasn’t much chance of a Bridget incident.

Quickly I got to my seat and tried to achieve a look of nonchalance before Ian arrived though it didn’t help that I was doodling his face into my notebook. Taking a deep breath I looked to see that I had been the first to arrive in the classroom. If that didn’t say ‘nerd’ I don’t know what does. Finally other students started to trickle in. Mr. Black came in next and started setting up his lesson.

Still no Ian. Maybe I should’ve waited outside the classroom. Jeez, desperate much? No sooner had that thought processed when Ian walked in. I could feel the huge grin cross my face. I should have been embarrassed, but the responding smile on his face soothed me. He broke eye contact long enough to address Mr. Black.

Sliding into the available seat to my right he spoke, “Good morning, sweet.”

“Good morning,” I replied.

“So how is it I’m lucky enough to always have a seat next to you in our shared classes?”

“Lucky?” I snorted. “More like misfortune from the far reaching hand of the evil Bridget Evans.”

He chuckled, “you are not a misfortune. You didn’t tell me one of the staff was a shifter.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” He nodded his head towards Mr. Black. “Wolf.”

My eyes widened. “You’re kidding!”

“Shh!” Mr. Black looked towards us for a second before continuing the lesson.

“Oh, wow.” I took another look at Mr. Black trying to see it. “How can you tell?” Ian glanced over at me while keeping up with writing notes on the lesson and tapped his nose with his index finger. I gave him an incredulous look before shaking my head. Werewolf for a teacher. Who knew?

Classes went by quickly. Ian stayed right by my side between classes and remained there at lunch. I expected him to sit across from me again, but Ian sat beside me.