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twitched up the collar of his trench coat under his long, lank, oily-looking hair. ‘. . . And you probably won’t be the last, either. I am a
chick magnet.
’
Eww!
Olivia couldn’t help the shudder that wracked her. ‘Sorry!’ she mumbled. Ducking her head, she hurried past him, ignoring his laughter . . . But it was harder to
ignore his smell, which followed her all the way down the path. It seemed to have soaked right into her clothing with the collision.
Now I need another shower, too!
Olivia’s plan had come so close to working . . . only to be ruined at the crucial moment.
Chapter Six
I t’s hard to believe
, Ivy admitted to herself,
but I’m actually starting to like this skatepark
.
She was back at the park in Lincoln Vale yet again, doing her job as Sophia’s best friend. Thank darkness, Sophia had finally realised just how silly she’d been over Finn. Ivy
couldn’t have been happier or more relieved that Sophia had emerged from that debacle with her heart in one piece . . . But she was definitely changed by it. Ivy shook her head as she looked
at the lightning-haired figure zooming down the middle of the skatepark.
Who could ever have imagined that Sophia would turn out to genuinely love skateboarding? Talk about an un-vampire-like activity!
As Ivy watched, Sophia flipped her board up at the end of a spectacular trick that made the older skater-boys all break into spontaneous applause.
At least she’s gotten better at it. Smiling, Ivy shook her head. Two weeks into high school, and elegant goth vampire Sophia was turning into a skateboard master – while Ivy had
realised that the skatepark was the only safe place to study! Few of the Lincoln Vale goths loitered here, and the skater-boys had no interest in anything beyond their boards . . . well, and in
Sophia, who was currently giving them all tips on how to perform her trick!
For once, Ivy didn’t have a single groupie racing to impress her . . . and she couldn’t have been happier about that. Right now, she really needed to finish her English assignment!
Mr Russell wanted them all to read poems out in Friday’s class, and Ivy still hadn’t managed to choose one yet.
Sighing, she forced herself to look away from Sophia’s triumph and go back to flipping through the pages of her textbook. Ivy liked English – well, she liked middle school English,
because she’d understood that more – but honestly . . . was every poem in this book written by someone in a seriously bad mood? Not every poet in all of history had been a vampire, had
they?
‘Can I sit next to you?’ The goth-girl who’d suddenly appeared at Ivy’s side looked every bit as glum as a vampire poet. Her voice reeked of hopelessness.
Ivy narrowed her eyes. Was this girl a vampire? Her brown eyes looked genuine, not like contact lenses, so probably not. Unfortunately, that still left ‘groupie’ as a serious
possibility.
Ivy looked at the rest of the large picnic table and gave up. She didn’t have any good excuses to offer. ‘Sure,’ she said. ‘But I’m busy with homework right
now.’
‘That’s OK.’ The girl – her name was Penny Taylor, Ivy remembered now, from English class – sat down across from Ivy, dumping her black backpack on the table. It
was studded with steel nubs and bleeding heart symbols, and Penny drooped even more as she looked down at it. ‘I like to sit in silence with people,’ she said, sounding miserable.
‘It gives me time to reflect. And to ponder things. Dark things.’
Did she seriously just use the word ‘ponder’ in a sentence?
Ivy stopped herself just in time from asking exactly what ‘dark things’ Penny liked to ponder. That
had the potential to be death-squint irritating!
Unless . . .
She frowned. Was this girl for real, or did she actually have a dry sense of humour? If this super-goth pose was a joke, Ivy could kind of appreciate it. But . . .
‘Look . . .’ Penny sighed heavily. ‘A whole
chick magnet.
’
Eww!
Olivia couldn’t help the shudder that wracked her. ‘Sorry!’ she mumbled. Ducking her head, she hurried past him, ignoring his laughter . . . But it was harder to
ignore his smell, which followed her all the way down the path. It seemed to have soaked right into her clothing with the collision.
Now I need another shower, too!
Olivia’s plan had come so close to working . . . only to be ruined at the crucial moment.
Chapter Six
I t’s hard to believe
, Ivy admitted to herself,
but I’m actually starting to like this skatepark
.
She was back at the park in Lincoln Vale yet again, doing her job as Sophia’s best friend. Thank darkness, Sophia had finally realised just how silly she’d been over Finn. Ivy
couldn’t have been happier or more relieved that Sophia had emerged from that debacle with her heart in one piece . . . But she was definitely changed by it. Ivy shook her head as she looked
at the lightning-haired figure zooming down the middle of the skatepark.
Who could ever have imagined that Sophia would turn out to genuinely love skateboarding? Talk about an un-vampire-like activity!
As Ivy watched, Sophia flipped her board up at the end of a spectacular trick that made the older skater-boys all break into spontaneous applause.
At least she’s gotten better at it. Smiling, Ivy shook her head. Two weeks into high school, and elegant goth vampire Sophia was turning into a skateboard master – while Ivy had
realised that the skatepark was the only safe place to study! Few of the Lincoln Vale goths loitered here, and the skater-boys had no interest in anything beyond their boards . . . well, and in
Sophia, who was currently giving them all tips on how to perform her trick!
For once, Ivy didn’t have a single groupie racing to impress her . . . and she couldn’t have been happier about that. Right now, she really needed to finish her English assignment!
Mr Russell wanted them all to read poems out in Friday’s class, and Ivy still hadn’t managed to choose one yet.
Sighing, she forced herself to look away from Sophia’s triumph and go back to flipping through the pages of her textbook. Ivy liked English – well, she liked middle school English,
because she’d understood that more – but honestly . . . was every poem in this book written by someone in a seriously bad mood? Not every poet in all of history had been a vampire, had
they?
‘Can I sit next to you?’ The goth-girl who’d suddenly appeared at Ivy’s side looked every bit as glum as a vampire poet. Her voice reeked of hopelessness.
Ivy narrowed her eyes. Was this girl a vampire? Her brown eyes looked genuine, not like contact lenses, so probably not. Unfortunately, that still left ‘groupie’ as a serious
possibility.
Ivy looked at the rest of the large picnic table and gave up. She didn’t have any good excuses to offer. ‘Sure,’ she said. ‘But I’m busy with homework right
now.’
‘That’s OK.’ The girl – her name was Penny Taylor, Ivy remembered now, from English class – sat down across from Ivy, dumping her black backpack on the table. It
was studded with steel nubs and bleeding heart symbols, and Penny drooped even more as she looked down at it. ‘I like to sit in silence with people,’ she said, sounding miserable.
‘It gives me time to reflect. And to ponder things. Dark things.’
Did she seriously just use the word ‘ponder’ in a sentence?
Ivy stopped herself just in time from asking exactly what ‘dark things’ Penny liked to ponder. That
had the potential to be death-squint irritating!
Unless . . .
She frowned. Was this girl for real, or did she actually have a dry sense of humour? If this super-goth pose was a joke, Ivy could kind of appreciate it. But . . .
‘Look . . .’ Penny sighed heavily. ‘A whole
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