Sure enough when I got to school the next day she was there. Dinah was leaning against her locker, a cigarrette in her mouth, looking through a book boredly. Her brown eyes skimming the words. Hair flipped to one side. She wore a black crop top with a knot in the front and gold tights. A snapback guarding her eyes.
When I shut my locker she looked up. A small smile on her face. That evil sign of half her mouth upturned. She walked over to me and i realised I was still wearing her jacket. The blue base with black sleeves was still as warm as when she gave it to me yesterday.
Dinah stops in front of my locker with a small smile. I give her a sheepish look and begin taking off the jacket. Her long elegant hand stops me. Fingers brushing my bare skin, searing it. I sigh with a slight hiss at the feel and her hand snaps back.
"Keep it. I have plenty more."
"Im not sure Id want a murderers jacket." I snap.
She raises her eyebrow slightly and smirks. "Alrighty then Miss Fierce."
Her eyes lock on mine and I shiver. Slipping off her jacket and handing it back to her. She gives me the faintest of a smile and rolls her eyes, slipping it back onto me. This time I realize the base is gold. Same gold as her pants. Instead of a D it says Bo$$.
"How did you-"
"Its my jacket. And since your cold you can wear it." Her hands linger on my cheek before slipping off.
"I dont want your jacket." I retort. "For all I know youve poisined it or something."
She laughs, her sweet voice carrying through the air. Catching the wind like a dream or like a soft cloud. "Oh little Jauregui, Im not a killer. Not a mundane killer anyway."
"Then what are you?"
"An Endarkened." She tosses her cigarrette on the floor. "Im a bad girl. But I always get what I want. And trust me. We arent all that bad. A pinch of deamon to the angel blood. You know angels right? No one ever knows about our type of angels. The Dark Angels."
Light to the touch, her fingers drifted over my cheeks and skin. Making little blazing fires as they go. I sigh heavily and lean into her hands. I dont believe her but theres something Im drawn to. And maybe it is her dark sense. Maybe its the fact that I chase what I cant have.
Right now it smells of honeysuckle and smoke.
Dinah smiles and pulls me closer, using the jacket to her advantage as if its trap she fit me into snuggly. I can smell the smoke in her breath. But it doesnt smell bad at all. In fact its mixed with the fruity smell of oranges. Like in orange tic tacs. I take a deep breath.
Her eyes hold me captive along with her arms. I lean against the locker, her body against mine. I feel her everywhere and theres about five layers between us. Her touch sends me into the flames and its so painfully good Im not sure I want to come out.
Carefully I move her backward. Shes caught off guard a bit and I swing her into the lockers. The hallway is empty now and its just us. Dinah looks down at me. Her eyes dark and unreadable as ever. As always.
"Whos being a bit flirty now?"
But then I see the blood. I see Camilas body. I see Dinah with the sword of red. Her fingers are looped through my belt loop and I try to pull away but the murderer brings me close. Her fingers trailing along my hair.
"Your a bad, bad girl." I whisper.
"Thats the fun of life."
I lean up to her but Dinah stiffens. I realise how stupid I am. To fall for the trap. Dinah looks around and she obviously saw something she didnt want to see. She lets go of me. Pushing me into the lockers behind her. I hear a faint, eerie laughter in the air. Like a horror movie.
Dinah growls and turns around to me. Her fingers brushing my collarbone then snapping a necklace into place. Its a small red pendant. And its glowling. Pulsing red. Her muscles tense.
"Go to class."
As much as I want to be here with her I know its wrong. My body must know it but I cant think straight with her. I cant force myself to remember that night. So I reach up and wrap my arms around her neck.
She gives me a sly wink. The laughter fills the air again, only louder. Blood clogs my throat. My vision blurs but clears in a matter of seconds. I drop my hands back down to the sides. The laughter fading.
Dinah Jane has disappeared again.
