Mickaela Gage: Demon Hunter

Chapter 10

I couldn't look at Dastan for a few days after seeing him that night. I couldn't get those wings out of my head. I refused to look at him during school, and I high tailed it out of school as soon as the bell rang. I just couldn't look at Dastan as human anymore, or the picture I drew of him before we met. I was almost afraid to look at my other drawings fearing they would turn out to be real like my favorite drawing was: Dastan's "winged" form.

I was sitting at home when Kay shuffled in. She was sober but she looked as beat as my mom after her usual shift at the bar. Her bag was nearly dragging on the floor. What the hell did she do?

"Hey, Kay," I said as I went back to the book I was reading.

"Hey, baby girl, how are we today?"

"Fine," I said. There was no way in hell I was going to tell my mom about Dastan let alone Kay who would tell my mother. "How about you?"

"I worked one day at the bar down the strip. I have a new appreciation for your mother, babe," she said as she flopped on the chair. She looked at me as if taking me in from not seeing me for years. "What's new with you? Meet any studly men?"

Studly men is Kay's way of saying hot guys. She's weird like that. There was one: Dastan, and I refuse to look at him.

"There is the new kid, but I wouldn't consider him studly," I lied. He was gorgeous, but, knowing her, she would want to know why I wasn't flirting with it.

"No? What does he look like?" Now she was bound to prove me wrong, and she's never seen him before.

Well, dark protruding wings, a muscular body...

"Tall, shaggy hair, gold-green eyes," I started. I was thinking vague to get her off my back, but enough to make me think even more about him.

As much as Kay and I argue about this, I know I don't need a guy in my life. Kay, on the contrary, thinks I need one like I need to do well in school. It depends on Mom's mood if she sides with either of us. Most days she laughs at us and refuses to take sides.

"And you haven't made a move?"

"I never said that," I said defensively.

"You didn't deny it either," she said.

Alright, between the alert and sober Kay to the FUBAR, sleeping in the bath tub Kay, there is no middle ground for me. I sighed and shook my head with a smile. Of course she would mention that.

"Mick, listen, you aren't dumb when it comes to anyone. It's something your mother's taught you from day one. You analyze things to the extreme before making a move. Maybe, perhaps, you should try something impulsive."

"Kay, if I do that, I might get suspended or expelled." The only impulsive thing I was thinking was decking Lockert in the face for breathing and/or getting revenge or barfing all over my back.

"Then, don't do it during school. I know you. I see the fire in your eyes. Just do it."

"Kay, please say you can back me up on this one," I said.

"Mick, you didn't listen. I saw it with Molly when she met your father, Andre. You and her might be cut from the same stone. She was skeptical about Andre like you would someone with a large criminal record, not like he had one. Actually, she hated his guts until he did something to prove his worth. To this day, Molly hasn't given it up what it was." Kay better find a point to this. The mere mention of my father was setting my blood boiling. "Anyway, afterwards, Molly was the happiest I'd ever seen her because she went out on a limb and trusted him."

I was damn certain Dastan wasn't anything like that bastard related to me by blood.

"So, what's the new kid's name? He clearly must have a name that fit him," Kay asked. Great, now she was interested in my love life. Why can't she not remember this so she can't repeat it to my mother? The last thing I need is for Mom to find out I have any kind of love life and forbid me from dating until I'm thirty.