floating in space.
“Nope.” My shoulders drooped. “Still looking.”
We managed to finish lunch without mentioning curses or Trent again. Twice I caught the hag from hell, Ashley glancing at us from across the room. I managed to ignore her. When the bell rang, I went to my locker to grab my history book and spotted the Trendies standing by a locker two over from mine.
“Shiloh, what was with you earlier?” Ashley’s mouth spread into a wicked grin. “You’re such a psycho!”
I took my iPod from my pocket and lowered the volume. Then I grabbed a textbook from my locker, before facing Ashley. “Whatever you say.”
She had one hand on her hip. “Heard Trent Donovan was scoping you. But don’t get any ideas, squaw-girl. He likes me .”
Ugh, I hate being spineless and scared all the time. Scared of Ashley, shadows, unseen supernatural evils, and wraiths. My phobia list is getting long.
“Really? I mean, really .” My body tensed, muscles quivering . “Because I heard he’s not interested in dating trendy sluts.” With my head tilted downward, I put one hand over my lips and fake pouted. “Too bad for you.”
Ashley took two steps and seized my upper arm. “How would you know?” Her nails dug into my flesh. Her mouth was next to my ear, her words cold and clear as ice water. “Let me clue you in, guys like him like girls like me. Girls who know how to show a guy a good time. We both know I’m it at this school. Everyone worships me. And Trent Donovan is mine .”
“Oh really? What if I told you he was crazy smiling at me on Sunday?” The words flew out of my mouth before I could think. Huh. Maybe I was growing a backbone after all.
“I’d say he’s just being nice to the handicapped. And I’ve got a date with him tonight—squaw.”
My stomach flipped nervously. What? I scrunched my face into confused lines.
Trent and Ashley? Ughhh…no effing way. And what was it she kept calling me?
“Squaw?” My skin prickled with hate. The magick stirred within me like a dangerous live wire. Rage heated my flesh and flowed into my fingers, blending with my power. It turned my magick from silver to onyx. Darkness gnawing to get out.
“Oh, Shiloh, I forgot to mention how much I love your hair today,” Ashley said, her voice dripping condescension. “Embracing your roots, Pocahontas?”
The Trendies burst into giggles.
Self-consciously, I touched my flat-ironed hair. My lips tensed. “Do you seriously want me to respond? Or just glare?”
“Just remember I’m the one who has a date with Trent. Too bad for you ,” Ashley mocked.
“I don’t care,” I lied and wore my best phony smile. Inside my heart slid into my stomach.
“I can tell.” Ashley dismissed me with a wave of her hand. “Have a fabulous day.”
Errr, I have shadows menacing me and to top it off Ashley’s bugging me too!
Anger shuddered through me. My scarred arm rose on its own, trembling. Energy crackled around me, lifting my hair. Prickles of electricity ran across my skin and into my hand. I pointed a finger at Ashley’s back and without realizing what I was doing—zapped her. Violently. She convulsed and stumbled into her friends. They fell forward in a tangle of legs and arms and books.
Jerking back in shock over what I’d done, I quickly turned and pushed against the flow of students heading to various classes. Sounds of girls’ shrieking and scrabbling to stand up trailed behind me.
My racing heartbeat pounded loudly in my chest. I must have some magick like my ancestors. Which only seems to surface whenever I’m angry or scared. Why haven’t I used it before? This is awesome! But also kinda scary.
Ariana came out of the bathroom and frowned. “Hey—what’s wrong?”
“One word. Ashley .” My hands balled into fists.
“Don’t feel special, she hates everyone. Forget her.” She peered over my shoulder. “What’s going on over there?”
“Nothing. Ashley tripped in her
“Nope.” My shoulders drooped. “Still looking.”
We managed to finish lunch without mentioning curses or Trent again. Twice I caught the hag from hell, Ashley glancing at us from across the room. I managed to ignore her. When the bell rang, I went to my locker to grab my history book and spotted the Trendies standing by a locker two over from mine.
“Shiloh, what was with you earlier?” Ashley’s mouth spread into a wicked grin. “You’re such a psycho!”
I took my iPod from my pocket and lowered the volume. Then I grabbed a textbook from my locker, before facing Ashley. “Whatever you say.”
She had one hand on her hip. “Heard Trent Donovan was scoping you. But don’t get any ideas, squaw-girl. He likes me .”
Ugh, I hate being spineless and scared all the time. Scared of Ashley, shadows, unseen supernatural evils, and wraiths. My phobia list is getting long.
“Really? I mean, really .” My body tensed, muscles quivering . “Because I heard he’s not interested in dating trendy sluts.” With my head tilted downward, I put one hand over my lips and fake pouted. “Too bad for you.”
Ashley took two steps and seized my upper arm. “How would you know?” Her nails dug into my flesh. Her mouth was next to my ear, her words cold and clear as ice water. “Let me clue you in, guys like him like girls like me. Girls who know how to show a guy a good time. We both know I’m it at this school. Everyone worships me. And Trent Donovan is mine .”
“Oh really? What if I told you he was crazy smiling at me on Sunday?” The words flew out of my mouth before I could think. Huh. Maybe I was growing a backbone after all.
“I’d say he’s just being nice to the handicapped. And I’ve got a date with him tonight—squaw.”
My stomach flipped nervously. What? I scrunched my face into confused lines.
Trent and Ashley? Ughhh…no effing way. And what was it she kept calling me?
“Squaw?” My skin prickled with hate. The magick stirred within me like a dangerous live wire. Rage heated my flesh and flowed into my fingers, blending with my power. It turned my magick from silver to onyx. Darkness gnawing to get out.
“Oh, Shiloh, I forgot to mention how much I love your hair today,” Ashley said, her voice dripping condescension. “Embracing your roots, Pocahontas?”
The Trendies burst into giggles.
Self-consciously, I touched my flat-ironed hair. My lips tensed. “Do you seriously want me to respond? Or just glare?”
“Just remember I’m the one who has a date with Trent. Too bad for you ,” Ashley mocked.
“I don’t care,” I lied and wore my best phony smile. Inside my heart slid into my stomach.
“I can tell.” Ashley dismissed me with a wave of her hand. “Have a fabulous day.”
Errr, I have shadows menacing me and to top it off Ashley’s bugging me too!
Anger shuddered through me. My scarred arm rose on its own, trembling. Energy crackled around me, lifting my hair. Prickles of electricity ran across my skin and into my hand. I pointed a finger at Ashley’s back and without realizing what I was doing—zapped her. Violently. She convulsed and stumbled into her friends. They fell forward in a tangle of legs and arms and books.
Jerking back in shock over what I’d done, I quickly turned and pushed against the flow of students heading to various classes. Sounds of girls’ shrieking and scrabbling to stand up trailed behind me.
My racing heartbeat pounded loudly in my chest. I must have some magick like my ancestors. Which only seems to surface whenever I’m angry or scared. Why haven’t I used it before? This is awesome! But also kinda scary.
Ariana came out of the bathroom and frowned. “Hey—what’s wrong?”
“One word. Ashley .” My hands balled into fists.
“Don’t feel special, she hates everyone. Forget her.” She peered over my shoulder. “What’s going on over there?”
“Nothing. Ashley tripped in her
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