Ginger's Heart 01: Body Heat [1st draft]

Chapter 13

So she didn't actually kill him, mainly because she'd gotten too far from Toby's 'secret sex room' and there was no way she was dragging this beast back there. He was like a thousand pounds of manly muscle and unfortunately at the moment he stunk of the outdoors and sweat. She did take the opportunity to interrogate him.

"What are you doing out this late? Classes?" she'd started the conversation casually. She couldn't draw suspicion to herself anymore than she already had.

He tipped his neck back and forth, successfully cracking both left and right sides before reaching to rub the junction just above his shoulder blade. "All classes end around midnight or one depending, so no class, but I was running."

"Well why?" Ginger asked a little more snappish than anticipated.

Trying to get information out of this Sup was like trying to pull teeth, which she'd done before and it hurt like a bitch without Novocain.

He paused in his stride, glancing sideways at her, weighing whether or not he should give the information to her. So she smiled what she'd hoped was her best 'I'm an innocent girly girl, I'm harmless, you can tell me anything' smile that seemed to make men go weak in the knees when she'd seen other girls do it.

He averted his gaze and cleared his throat before answering. "I got in a fight with Lyssa."

Ginger frowned disapprovingly. "Isn't she dating Quinn?"

He jerked his gaze towards her, his eyebrows rising in surprise, and then he chuckled, shaking his head. "News travels fast to the new kid," he observed. "Who told you?"

"Trina."

"The gargoyle, should've figured. She's a bit of a gossip."

"Was she wrong?"

The silence that followed told Ginger that indeed Trina had not been wrong.

"What a bunch of dirty whores," Ginger mumbled before thinking.

"Excuse me?" Ethan asked, blinking his confusion, but not managing to keep the offended tone from his voice.

"I was referring to the both of you. You were silent, meaning what Trina said is true. If that was true then Quinn must be your best friend. That's just fuckin' tragic. How could the two of you do that to a friend?" she asked angrily, then paused, wondering what the difference was between what they'd been doing and what she was doing. Literally stabbing people in the back, or sometimes on the side, actually a lot of the time she went for the throat, the concept was the same though. "I suppose it's just as easily as gutting someone with a knife," she added as an after thought.

"I don't, I mean, who are you to judge us?" Ethan question, his voice more calm that in had been before.

"I'm your judge and jury," Ginger stated calmly. Whether it's fair or not, she added to herself.

She watched as the corner of his lip rise in an amused smirk, failing to keep a straight face. "What's the verdict?" he spoke softly.

Ginger stared him dead in the eye, "Execution by lethal injection." Lethal injection of a knife really, but he'd just have to wait like any other on death row.

He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck, "That bad huh?"

Ginger nodded before starting to walk again down the hall.

"I'm really not a bad guy," he said, clearly trying to win her over.

Ginger snorted. "Oh no, you just diddle your best friends girl behind his back and morph into an organ consuming werewolf on a full moon," she responded, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Wow, you really don't like me do you? Everybody likes me," he spoke, mystified. "Are you for vampires? Did they distort your view of wolves?"

Ginger turned around swiftly, reaching out to smack him in the chest. "Not wolves, don't give a bad name to those beautiful creatures. You are not a wolf, you are not human, you're a cross breed," she growled with distaste, her eyes darkening with hatred. "I am not for blood suckers either."

Holy fuck fuckity fuck, what the fuck did I just do? She thought, the voice in her head sounding panicked as she watched his suddenly vacant expression.

"I'm for gargoyles," she added, hoping to cover her spoken tracks.

"Ah, that explains why you roomed with one, must've requested it. Well, I hope to change your opinion on at least werewolves."

Not fucking likely.

"So what'd you fight about?"

He smiled with a scowl. "You just basically told me you hate me and my kind, but then you ask what the fight was about. You're a little, err-um eccentric."

Is that what they're calling murderers these days?

She shrugged. "Think of it as a quest for information, you did say you wanted to change my mind. Can't do that without information right?"

He imitated her walking stance, mimicking her nonchalant shrug. "I suppose. Well, Quinn and Lyssa's mating ceremony is happening within the next two months," he supplied.

"And the wannabe adulteress realized it had to end?" Ginger spoke with faked innocence.

He gave her a puzzled look before he started shaking with laughter. "Something like that, yeah."

"What a fucking shame," she spoke with disdain and obviously not sorry at all.

Ethan stopped his casual slow saunter and turned completely towards Ginger, blocking her from continuing down the way. "I'm just going to warn you, most of the people here aren't as lenient as I'm being. So you should be more careful, no matter if what you're saying is the truth."

Ginger cocked her head to the side, examining him. She decided, instead of a mean retort, to take the well delivered advice. She'd been meaning to work on that anyhow. "You're right. I apologize."

"Most people just say 'I'm sorry'," Ethan chuckled.

"I'm not most people."

He raised an eyebrow, giving her a slow forming smile that, as much as she hated to admit it, tweaked her nether regions. "Clearly," he paused, stroking his chin, contemplating before he spoke again. "Would you like to take a walk outside with me?"

Ginger shifted her weight to one side, promptly plopping her hands on her hips. "Are you masochist?"

His eyes widened. "Uh, what?"

A masochist and a moron, what a fucking mix!

"A glutton for punishment? Do you enjoy painful situations?"

"Like kinky sex?"

Ginger scoffed, which followed by a surprising bubble of laughter that spilled out of her mouth. "No, pervert. I just simply mean I'm not being exactly nice to you, but you still ask to take a walk outside?"

The blush that flushed his cheeks was actually charming causing her to give him a small smile. "Right, of course, no, I don't think I'm a masochist. Your honesty is refreshing if somewhat uncomfortable, but it's also a plus that you aren't throwing yourself at me."

"Throwing myself at you?"

"I'm hot and really popular. A lot of girls want to date me. It's exhausting being me."

Ginger sighed heavily and turned to walk towards the doors that would lead outside. Great! He was one of those guys. "Well, you're not conceited a bit," she responded sarcastically.

She didn't know what irritated her more, the fact that she couldn't stop the smile that followed his echoing shout of laughter, or the fact that she was excited about spending more time with him.