Runes (Paranormal Romance, YA,) (13 page)

Eirik nodded. My stomach did that senseless crazy dance I was beginning to associate with him. I averted my eyes and stared straight ahead, even though I was dying to look at him again. Still, I was aware he was behind us during the short walk to the building. My heart pounded, and I was lightheaded. Then I realized why. I was holding my breath. That was so lame.

Next second, I froze at the foot of the stairs leading to the school’s entrance, and he almost bumped into me. He said something I didn’t catch because my eyes were on the massive doors of the school. Runes crossed the bottom red wood and the top glass panel.

What was going on? Were Torin and his friends marking their territories like a pack?

“What is it? Why did you stop?” Eirik asked.

“It’s nothing,” I said slowly and glanced at Torin. He seemed just as surprised, which meant he hadn’t done this. That left Andris and his team. I was dying to ask Torin what the runes meant, but I couldn’t with Eirik around.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Eirik said.

 
“I’m fine. Let’s go.” My grip tightened, and I moved closer to him. As we approached the door, I tensed, expecting something bad to happen. Nothing did.

Inside the foyer, students stood in groups, catching up on weekend news. The snippets I caught seemed to focus on the incident at the club. I cringed. Torin disappeared toward the office while Eirik and I headed for our lockers.

“What happened out there?” Eirik asked.

“I thought I saw someone.”

“Who?”

I hated lying to him, but I couldn’t explain seeing things no one else could see. “My dad, but it was just a trick of light.”

Eirik frowned, but he didn’t say anything. We walked in silence until we reached the hallway, where his locker was.

“See you at lunch?” he said, but it came out as a question.

“Of course.”

He peered at me. “Should I be worried about you?”

I punched his arm. “No. I didn’t sleep well last night. That’s all.” He shot me a questioning look. “You know, worrying about Kate.”

He nodded. Then he cupped my face, lowered his head, and kissed me. When he lifted his head, my eyes connected with Torin’s. He was watching us. My gaze not leaving his, I went to my toes and returned Eirik’s kiss with more enthusiasm, going beyond the casual lip action we’d shared the last two days.

“Get a room,” someone said as he walked by.

Eirik wore a dazed look when I leaned back. Behind him, Torin turned and walked away. I stared after him, feeling like an idiot. I couldn’t explain why I’d kissed Eirik so passionately in front of Torin.

“Wow,” Eirik mumbled. “That was… uh…”

“Too much?” I asked, knowing I had gone too far. I wasn’t ready for our make out to go beyond light kissing and holding hands.

“No, it was perfect. See you at lunch.”

Cora was waiting for me by my locker. She looked like hell.

“Hey,” I said, rubbing her arm. “You okay?”

“No. Haven’t you heard?”

“What?”

“They don’t think Kate’s going to make it,” she whispered, her chin trembling.

“Oh, no.” We hugged. “A friend of Mom’s said she was undergoing a second surgery yesterday. She also said someone caused the blackout.”

“Really?” She sounded so hopeful as though blaming someone else eased her guilt. She had no reason to feel guilty. Neither did I, yet I did.

“Chief Sparrowhawk thinks so.” I put my backpack away and removed my folder and the books I needed for my morning classes. “So if you’re still blaming yourself, stop it. Whoever messed with the switch at the substation is responsible for this.”

She sighed. “I wish that could make me feel better. Later, Raine.”

Cora’s English class was at the end of the west building. I stared after her, knowing I had to be strong for both of us. I went toward the stairs and my first class of the day. Most math classes were on the second floor. I thought I caught a glimpse of Andris and Maliina at the end of the hallway, but I might have been mistaken. My thoughts returned to the runes on the school entrance. Why would anyone put them there?

Stares and whispers followed me when I entered math class. Or maybe I was imagining things. I slid into my seat and pulled out my textbook. Across the aisle, Sam Rasmussen stared at me with a weird expression. He sported a bruise on his chin and right cheek. He was at my party on Saturday, and I didn’t know whether to apologize for his injuries or not. I gave him a tiny smile, but he didn’t return it.

“Raine Cooper,” Frank Moffat said as he lumbered into the classroom. Frank was tall and big with curly brown hair and beady gray eyes. He was also one of Blaine Chapman’s jock buddies and a known bully. Since he wasn’t in my calculus class the first few weeks of school, I assumed he’d either changed classes or he was after blood.

“I heard your birthday party bombed. Everyone was dying to get out,” he mocked.

My face grew hot. Seriously, some people were just too stupid to realize when a joke was tasteless. I stared at my books and ignored him.

He grabbed a chair, straddled it, and crossed his arms along the back. “Next time, make sure you tell people to bring flashlights.”

This time, a few snickers echoed around the room. I glared at him and tried to come up with something to say, anything in my defense, but my mind went blank. I hated confrontations and could feel my temper rising. I bit my lower lip and tried to control myself. He grinned.

“What? You’re going to cry? I hope it’s for the people who were hurt trying to run away from you.”

Knowing I’d say something I’d regret if I stayed, I got up and hurried out of the class, bumping into a student and almost tripping. The nearest bathroom was down the hall, so I gunned for it, locked myself inside a stall, and tried to control myself. My eyes smarted.

I wasn’t a crier and often avoided unpleasantness, but this morning was different. Everything that had happened over the weekend came crashing down. It wasn’t my fault there was a blackout. The blame belonged to whoever had caused it. The more I thought about it, the more pissed I became.

I glanced at my watch. I had less than a minute to get my act together before the second bell or I’d get a tardy slip. I left the stall, splashed water on my face, and pat-dried it with tissue. I entered the class, and my feet faltered when I saw Torin. What was he doing in my class?

“Nice of you to join us, Miss Cooper,” Mrs. Bates said, her eyes narrowed on me. “One tardy slip. Three strikes and you attend my Saturday class.”

Mrs. Bates was an amazing calculus teacher, but she was über strict. Looking at her, you wouldn’t guess it. She was petite with graying brown hair and warm brown eyes. Her rhinestone glasses were often perched at the top of her upturned nose. She could pass for a sweet librarian, until those brown eyes turned cold and narrowed at you, like now.

“I was already in class, Mrs. Bates. I just needed to—”

“Cry?” Frank asked.

I lifted my chin. “Throw up.”

“Are you okay? Do you need to see the nurse?” Mrs. Bates asked.

“I’m fine now.” My gaze met Torin’s. He grinned with approval. Smiling, I walked to my desk. My victory was brief though. Frank and Sam started whispering. I didn’t know whether I was the subject or not, but it was distracting.

“Would you like to take over my class, Mr. Moffat?” Mrs. Bates asked halfway through the class while studying him from above the rim of her glasses.

“No, ma’am. I think you’re doing a fine job,” he added cockily.

“Oh, thank you. Then why don’t you share with the class whatever it is you feel you must discuss while I’m teaching?”

“Since this is my first day in your class, I think you should know that some of the students in here have
gas
problems.” Muffled laughter filled the class. “Can I change seats, please?”

“No. You stay in your assigned seats unless you want to be kicked out of my class.” Mrs. Bates glanced at me then consulted her notes and went back to teaching.

I wanted to die. Frank Moffat had just ruined my morning. The implication that I was passing gas in class was beyond humiliating. Who did he think he was? I was still pissed when class ended. Collecting my things, I tried to escape my embarrassment.

“Mr. Moffat and Miss Cooper,” Mrs. Bates said, “stay behind, please.”

I exhaled and stared down at the feet walking past. I knew which boots belonged to Torin. He hesitated near my desk before continuing toward the door.

“What’s going on between you two?” Mrs. Bates asked.

Frank scowled. Since football players were treated like royalty, he probably hadn’t expected to be called out.

“Miss Cooper?”

I shook my head. “There’s nothing going on.”

“Mr. Moffat?” she asked.

“She started it. All I mentioned was her party over the weekend, and she verbally attacked me.”

I wanted to call him a liar, but suddenly I felt drained. I just wanted the meeting to be over. The school always gave football players a pass anyway, so whatever I said wouldn’t matter.

“I made it clear on the first day that I will not tolerate insolence from students, bullying, or any behavior that disrupts the smooth running of my class. If you have a problem, resolve it before class or take it to your counselors. Now get out of my class, and let me not hear about this again.”

The day went downhill from there. Lunch brought respite. Eirik took one look at me and asked, “What happened?”

I shook my head, not wanting to go into detail. “Let’s just say I had a horrible morning. I can’t wait for this day to be over.”

“Me, too,” Cora said, sitting across from us. Keith took the seat next to her. “Everyone is blaming me for what happened at the club.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Weird. No one’s said anything to me,” Eirik said.

“That’s because you were the hero of the night and have battle wounds to prove it.” Cora pointed at the steri-strip covering his wound. Then she appeared to shrink, her gaze on something or someone behind me. “Here comes one of my tormentors.”

I looked behind me to see Frank Moffat. He was limping and looked pretty pissed, or scared. I couldn’t tell the difference. I braced myself. Both Eirik and Keith stood, ready to take him on. Frank didn’t appear to notice them, his gaze volleying between me and Cora. As he got closer, I noticed the runes on his right cheek. Was he another Immortal?

“Lorraine Cooper,” Frank said, stuttering, “I’m sorry for picking on you in class and accusing you of terrible things. You didn’t deserve any of it.” He glanced at Cora. “Cora Jemison, I’m sorry for calling you names. I promise to never pick on you again.” His body shook, and he turned and walked away.

“What was that about?” Cora whispered.

Maybe Frank wasn’t one of
them
after all. Maybe the runes had made him apologize, which meant someone had drawn them on his face. Someone bold and not easily intimidated. I glanced around the room, but I didn’t see Torin. For the first time, I saw the powers of the runes as positive, as something I might actually be interested in.

“My name is Frank Moffat,” Frank yelled from the middle of the room, each word strained as though he was being forced to say them. People turned to stare, the room growing quiet. “Most of you know me as the Trojans’ running back. A few of you know me as something else, a… a…” he jerked as though he’d been prodded again. “A bully.”

“What’s wrong with him?” someone at Blaine Chapman’s table asked, his voice carrying.

“I pick on smaller and quiet students,” Frank continued. His girlfriend jumped up and hurried to his side. She tried to pull him away, but Frank ignored her. “I’m a douche and a...”

Laughter filled the room and swallowed the rest of his words. Even his jock friends were covering their mouths and trying hard not to laugh. So much for loyalty. His girlfriend, now red-faced, ran from the cafeteria. Blaine and another player marched to the middle of the cafeteria and grabbed Frank’s arms.

He was still yelling, “I’m so sorry for being a douche,” when the P.A. system crackled and the principal’s baritone rang out.

“All students report to the auditorium at the end of this period. Do not go to your next class. Head to the auditorium immediately.”

We looked at each other and went to dump our leftover lunches. I usually love Hawaiian haystack, but I’d barely touched mine.

“What do you think’s going on?” Keith asked.

“Going by luck today, something horrible,” Cora answered and slipped her arm around his waist as we walked to the auditorium.

I didn’t say anything, but I agreed with her. The day had started crappy and despite the humiliating apology from Frank, I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Interestingly enough, no one seemed to care about the reason for the unexpected assembly. Frank’s confession was the topic of conversation in the auditorium, until Principal Elliot walked on stage.

“It has come to our attention that certain students have taken to harassing the others because of an incident that happened over the weekend during the blackout,” the principal said. “We will not tolerate bullying of any kind or form. If you see anyone being intimidated, report the incident to the office immediately.” He paused.