side in disbelief. “I’ve known you for a long time and something weird is going on.” He leaned forward, his scent of gunpowder hitting my nose. “You passed out the other day. Gods don’t pass out. So what’s the deal?”
My blood ran cold because a deep down part of me knew something was definitely wrong and I fearing it would get worse.
“Come on Hayden,” Reese continued as we walked through the hall toward Hartley’s locker. “Just tell me. I want to help.”
I shot a skeptical glare over my shoulder at him. “Why are you suddenly trying to buddy up to me Reese ?”
“Come on. We used to be friends. Okay, sort of friends.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Fine. I’m trying to make up for possibly almost killing your lady love. And you two are the hot power couple these days. I’d like to be in your good graces.” He shrugged. “You know I like to go where the power is.”
That sounded more like the god of war. “Go suck up to my brother. The king and queen of the gods are powerful enough for you.”
Reese sucked his teeth. “They’re boring and so is Mt. Olympus. You guys are exciting.”
“Oh yeah. The Underworld is the newest hot spot,” I joked.
Reese let lose a grin.
Shouting echoed down the hall and I recognized Blake’s voice. With a look of agreement Reese and I jogged around the corner to see him tag-teamed by those two punks who attacked Hartley at a party when they were influenced by the lust spirit.
“Son of a bitch,” I hissed.
“I remember those two.” Reese’s eyes were so dark they reflected the florescent lights unnaturally.
“Your fault,” I reminded him.
“Let’s go.”
I nudged Reese toward Blake, his quick reflexes yanking him away seconds before the short one punched his jaw.
I grabbed the blonde wiry one named Mike, easily twisting his arm and flicking him away as if he were a mere fly. His light blue eyes widened when he recognized me, probably remembering our last run in.
A leer curled my lips, liking the fear radiating off him. “Mike,” I growled. “Haven’t you learned not to piss me off?”
The other one—Daniel—was sneaking up behind me, but I was a god so the sneaking part was basically nonexistent. With barely a look over my shoulder I punched him in the gut with a satisfying oomph and then tossed Mike into a locker.
Several cheers resonated down the hall and then I caught sight of Hartley leaning against her locker with a relieved expression. My heart shivered.
I took one step in her direction, my suddenly one track mind ready for my thank you kiss until a fist went straight for my face.
A smack reverberated followed by an explosion of pain. My nose instantly began spurting blood.
Several thoughts flew through my mind, most centering on one single question—what the hell just happened?
And then that punk with short man syndrome was coming back, an expression of elation on his face. I reared back and punched him, knocking his ass out cold.
Hartley came running at me, her face a myriad of panic and worry. “Hayden. Oh my god.” She held the hoodie she kept in her locker up to my nose.
I tried to swipe it away. “I’m fine.”
She pouted and eyes began watering.
Shit.
I let her put it up to my bleeding nose before pulling me toward the bathroom. On the way I caught Reese’s worried expression that mirrored my own hidden thoughts. I was passing out, losing my flames, and now bleeding from a little human punch to the nose.
“Hayden, what is going on!” Hartley screeched as we stood in front of the sink in the girls’ bathroom.
“Nothing. I’m fine Hartley.” I shoved another wad of tissue in my nose to stop the bleeding.
“You are not fine,” she hissed, her hands planting on her hips and eyes flaring with anger. “Now tell me what is happening to you.”
If only I knew. “Baby, it’ll be
My blood ran cold because a deep down part of me knew something was definitely wrong and I fearing it would get worse.
“Come on Hayden,” Reese continued as we walked through the hall toward Hartley’s locker. “Just tell me. I want to help.”
I shot a skeptical glare over my shoulder at him. “Why are you suddenly trying to buddy up to me Reese ?”
“Come on. We used to be friends. Okay, sort of friends.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Fine. I’m trying to make up for possibly almost killing your lady love. And you two are the hot power couple these days. I’d like to be in your good graces.” He shrugged. “You know I like to go where the power is.”
That sounded more like the god of war. “Go suck up to my brother. The king and queen of the gods are powerful enough for you.”
Reese sucked his teeth. “They’re boring and so is Mt. Olympus. You guys are exciting.”
“Oh yeah. The Underworld is the newest hot spot,” I joked.
Reese let lose a grin.
Shouting echoed down the hall and I recognized Blake’s voice. With a look of agreement Reese and I jogged around the corner to see him tag-teamed by those two punks who attacked Hartley at a party when they were influenced by the lust spirit.
“Son of a bitch,” I hissed.
“I remember those two.” Reese’s eyes were so dark they reflected the florescent lights unnaturally.
“Your fault,” I reminded him.
“Let’s go.”
I nudged Reese toward Blake, his quick reflexes yanking him away seconds before the short one punched his jaw.
I grabbed the blonde wiry one named Mike, easily twisting his arm and flicking him away as if he were a mere fly. His light blue eyes widened when he recognized me, probably remembering our last run in.
A leer curled my lips, liking the fear radiating off him. “Mike,” I growled. “Haven’t you learned not to piss me off?”
The other one—Daniel—was sneaking up behind me, but I was a god so the sneaking part was basically nonexistent. With barely a look over my shoulder I punched him in the gut with a satisfying oomph and then tossed Mike into a locker.
Several cheers resonated down the hall and then I caught sight of Hartley leaning against her locker with a relieved expression. My heart shivered.
I took one step in her direction, my suddenly one track mind ready for my thank you kiss until a fist went straight for my face.
A smack reverberated followed by an explosion of pain. My nose instantly began spurting blood.
Several thoughts flew through my mind, most centering on one single question—what the hell just happened?
And then that punk with short man syndrome was coming back, an expression of elation on his face. I reared back and punched him, knocking his ass out cold.
Hartley came running at me, her face a myriad of panic and worry. “Hayden. Oh my god.” She held the hoodie she kept in her locker up to my nose.
I tried to swipe it away. “I’m fine.”
She pouted and eyes began watering.
Shit.
I let her put it up to my bleeding nose before pulling me toward the bathroom. On the way I caught Reese’s worried expression that mirrored my own hidden thoughts. I was passing out, losing my flames, and now bleeding from a little human punch to the nose.
“Hayden, what is going on!” Hartley screeched as we stood in front of the sink in the girls’ bathroom.
“Nothing. I’m fine Hartley.” I shoved another wad of tissue in my nose to stop the bleeding.
“You are not fine,” she hissed, her hands planting on her hips and eyes flaring with anger. “Now tell me what is happening to you.”
If only I knew. “Baby, it’ll be
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