The Mephisto Covenant (17 page)

There, just ahead—she could make it. Maybe. Already, her
stomach was heaving. Then the impossible happened. Mr. Bruno appeared in front
of her, blocking her way, his smooth voice with the weird accent dooming her quest for a toilet. “Why, hello, Sasha. I was hoping I’d run into you.”

She couldn’t help it. She threw up on his shoes.

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The only thing he had told her was not to act afraid around Bruno. So the first thing she did was throw up on the guy. Jax started after her, until Brody grabbed his jacket sleeve and stopped him. “Leave it alone. You’ve got to play this cool, or the whole deal’s blown before we’ve been here an hour.”

He was right, of course, so Jax was bound to stand there with all the other kids, staring at Sasha, powerless to help her. He saw Bruno’s superfast expression of fury, quickly replaced by a totally fake smile. He reached out to touch her, but she jerked away from him and booked it to the girls’ room. Bruno stared after her, obviously curious why she had had such a bad reaction to him.

“Dammit, Brody, what are we gonna do with her?”

“Not a lot we can do except keep an eye on her. And make sure we sit next to her in Bruno’s class. Did you see how he looked at her? ”

“I saw.” Jax glanced around at the faces of the others, almost moved to throw up himself when he saw how they fawned all over Bruno, saying how sorry they were that that chick had ruined his shoes, and man, was she a loser, or what?

Mr. Bruno gave them a patient look. “She’s just nervous because she’s new. You guys need to cut her a break.”

To which they all acted like that was their plan, all along.

“He could tell them to eat dirt and they’d do it,” Jax said to Brody.

“It was pretty genius of Eryx to place him as a teacher. Give him another week and he’ll have at least twenty more Ravens. It doesn’t look as if they’re the outsiders here like they were at Sasha’s school in San Francisco.”

“Yeah,” Jax said, the old familiar instinct washing over him, “genius.” It took discipline not to rush at Bruno, get him in a headlock, and pop him around the world to the patch of ground that opened to Hell on Earth.

The suckups followed Bruno when he walked toward the boys’ bathroom, while the rest of the kids turned to look at Jax and Brody. For the first time in his long life, he knew what it was to feel awkward. But he didn’t show it. Remembering what he’d read in that book, he looked at the closest kid, a tallish guy with dark red hair and some intense green eyes, and jerked a hello nod. “How’s it goin’?”

“Okay.” The kid glanced at Brody before he said, “I’m Thomas Vasquez. So you guys are starting today? This close to the break?”

Brody nodded and made a face, like it was so lame. “We moved to live with our dad last week, and he insisted.” “Wait,” Thomas said, looking between them rapidly, “you
mean you guys are brothers?” “Fraternal twins,” Jax said. “I’m Jack, and he’s Brody.”

Noticing again how tall Thomas was, he asked, “Do you play basketball?”

“Point guard. How about you?” “I play a little.” Brody said, in a perfect he-always-shows-m
e-up voice, “He’s
lying. He plays a lot. He was center at the school we went to in England.”

“Hey, cool,” Thomas said, smiling now. “We could use a center. Show up in the gym after school and talk to Coach Hightower.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll do that.” Perfect. If he had an excuse to stay after school every day, he could go through Bruno’s things without worrying so much about getting caught. And in the bonus round, there was basketball.

Brody, he noticed, was staring at a girl walking toward them. She was seriously put together, walked like she wanted it bad, and gave a look to every guy she passed, ignoring the girls. The only thing marring her perfection was the vague shadow around her eyes. That a beautiful girl like that was a lost soul only served to piss him off more, and his instinct to go after Bruno almost choked him.

“Who’s she?” Brody asked, although he knew exactly who she was. He’d worked on the takedown plan with Phoenix. Thomas looked over his shoulder, then frowned. “Julianne Oliver. She goes out with Kelley Easter, who everybody calls East. She may look like your best wet dream, but stay away from her. She’s a bitch on wheels. East loves beating the hell out of anybody who looks at her, which
is why she makes every guy she
passes think she wants some.” Jax watched Julianne go int
o the girls’ room. Sasha was in
there. He felt really hot all of a sudden and realized it was fear. This was going to eat him up, watching Sasha navigate her way around people who’d want her dead if they knew what she was. At least she’d lost a little of her naïveté, a silver lining to the transformation he’d inadvertently started. And she knew who they were, the threat they posed.

But nothing would make him feel better about all this until the Ravens and Mr. Bruno were history, dead or dying in that pit of bodies deep underground.

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After tossing her cookies all over Mr. Bruno’s shoes, Sasha had wanted to climb in a hole, curl up in a ball, and die. “I’m so sorry,” she’d said to the floor, unable to unbend and look at his face, to see the dark shadow around his horrible eyes. She sensed a deep, dark fury, directed at her. She shook with terror.

But his voice was calm, composed, gentle even. “It’s quite all right. You’re nervous, it being your first day.” He reached out and grasped her arm. “Let me take you to the nurse.”

Unbending, she jerked away from him, fear overriding mortification, blocking the faces of the others who stared at her like she was a freak. Without a word, she had rushed to move around him to go to the restroom, where he couldn’t follow.

It was crowded, most of the girls standing in front of one long mirror that hung above a row of three sinks. They brushed their hair, applied lip gloss, chattered, and laughed—until she came in.

Dead silence. They all turned to look. None said a word.

Then a plain sort of girl with brown hair and nice eyes stepped forward. “Hi,” she said, her expression concerned. “Are you okay?”

Sasha swallowed uncontrollably, praying she wouldn’t cry.

God was on a coffee break or something, because he didn’t help her out of this one, either. One tear escaped and rolled across her cheek. May as well go ahead and speak up. They’d all know as soon as they walked out into the hallway. On a slight hiccup, she shook her head and said in a tight voice, “It’s my first day, and I just threw up on Mr. Bruno’s shoes.”

Instantly, there was an audible gasp. It echoed through the bathroom. From inside one of the stalls, a voice said, “That blows.”

Someone giggled. “Literally.” Laughter ran through the whole group. “Poor thing,” the brown-haired girl said, moving closer.

“Hey, Rachel, get a wet paper towel, wouldja?” A tall girl with skinny glasses, a sheepskin vest, an itty-bitty skirt, and cowboy boots came forward with a soppy mess of brown paper.

“Squeeze it out,” Brown Hair commanded. “She doesn’t need to take a bath.”

They all moved closer, staring curiously, watching while she dabbed at her mouth and the sweat on her forehead. “I’m Erin,” said Brown Hair. “This is Rachel,” she pointed to Cowboy Boots, “that’s Amanda,” she nodded toward a girl with dark hair, sad eyes, translucent skin, and some serious I Love the Eighties glasses. “And Bree’s in the potty.”

The toilet flushed, the door opened, and a tall, thin girl in stacked boots and a filmy, flowing black dress appeared. She wasn’t exactly Goth. More like the runner-up for Miss Transylvania. Coal-black hair so long it touched her backside, blood-red lips, snow-white skin, and dark eyes lined with dark shadows.

“Bree’s into vampires,” Rachel said while Bree washed her hands. “Ever since she read Firelight.”

“Twilight,” Erin corrected, smiling at Sasha. “Now you know who we are, you gotta dish. What’s your name, why did you move to Telluride, and why were you calling Ralph on Bruno’s shoes?”

They all smiled encouragingly. These didn’t seem like mean girls, and she was enormously grateful. “I’m Sasha Annenkova, from Oakland, staying with my aunt and uncle until next summer because my mom had to go to Russia on business.”

“Who are your aunt and uncle?”

Her insides clenched, and she answered quietly, “Tim and Melanie Shriver.”

“Shut! Up!” Rachel’s eyes sparkled. “You’re living with Brett Shriver?”

Astonished, Sasha nodded slowly.

“Ohmigod,” Rachel gushed, “he’s so hot! I’m going to be your new BFF and come over all the time.”

Did she not realize what kind of guy Brett was? She obviously didn’t know he was a murderer, but couldn’t she at least see that he was an asshat?

Amanda shuffled her feet and cleared her throat. “Chris isn’t so bad to look at, either.”

Never in her wildest dreams did she think her living arrangements would be considered something that worked in her favor, especially since Melanie was apparently the town ho.

Erin patted her arm. “Are you feeling better?”

She smiled. “Yeah. I’m just really hungry, and nervous, I guess.”

Rachel nodded, as if she knew exactly what she meant. “I throw up all the time.”

Bree tossed her hair back over her shoulder, silver bangles tinkling. “It’s called bulimia, honey, but I don’t think Sasha’s a hurler.”

Rachel looked insulted. “I do not have bulimia!”

“Okay, whatever. Next time you toss up a whole pizza, go ahead and blame it on the flu.” She reached toward the counter
and picked up a black backpack, embroidered with a set of fangs. Withdrawing a wrapped bar, she handed it to Sasha. “Granola and honey and little pieces of pineapple. Delicious! And it’s got something that’ll make your boobs grow.”

They all looked at the bar in Sasha’s hand, quiet and serious.

Starving, she wanted to open and eat it in three bites, but she was afraid they’d stare at her boobs to see if they grew.

“Well,” Rachel said, “welcome to Telluride. If you need something, like a study partner, or a housemate, let me know.”

Curious, Sasha asked her, “How long have you had a crush on Brett?”

“Since sixth grade. He still doesn’t know I’m alive.”

“That goes for all of us,” Bree said. “We’re not cool enough or hot enough to be on his radar.”

Relief made her smile. Rachel had a thing for a guy she didn’t know at all. If she came over, if she did get to know Brett, she was bound to discover who he was, and that would be the end of her crush.

The door opened behind her, and someone walked in. Sasha tensed, watching the faces of the others become shuttered, all of them looking away, gathering up backpacks from the counter and floor, hustling to leave.

A blonde stepped around Sasha. “You must be the one who barfed on Mr. Bruno’s shoes.” She looked right into her eyes, and Sasha recoiled. “I heard you came on to East yesterday.”

This must be his girlfriend, Julianne, who pledged her soul to Eryx so she could get into modeling school. Sasha didn’t know there was such a thing as modeling school. “That’s a lie.”

From behind the new arrival, whose orange sweater announced she had absolutely no need of boob-enhancing granola bars, Erin made a slicing motion across her neck, and the others all shook their heads, mouthing the word no.

Julianne jerked around and glared at them, until they all scurried out of the door. When the girl looked at her again, Sasha told her, “East said I look like I’d give good head, and I called him a douche bag. If that means I came on to him, then yeah, totes.”

Julianne tensed up, like she was about to haul off and slug her, but Sasha didn’t flinch or move a muscle. Bring it on, bitch. “I’ve heard nothing but your name all f’ing weekend. East and Brett think you’re a good candidate for the Ravens, but I don’t. You’re a goody-goody; I can see it in your eyes. I bet you’ve never even given a guy
head. I bet you don’t even know
what it means.” Sasha decided to cut her los
ses. She opened the granola bar
and was just about to take a bite when Julianne grabbed it out of her hand and tossed it into the closest toilet. “Answer me!”

Harsh. Way harsh. Sasha was so hungry, she was dizzy. Turning her back on Miss High and Mighty with Terrible Taste in Boyfriends, she walked out of the girls’ bathroom and ran smack into Jax.

“Are you all right?” His hands against her arms were warm, even through her coat, and she suddenly felt so much better. Looking up at his shades, s
he nodded slowly. “You saw what
happened, I guess.” “I did. I came to see if you’re okay.”

She noticed out of the corner of her eye that a janitor was cleaning up the horrible mess. “I’m okay. Just humiliated and feeling like a fool for being so obvious. I couldn’t help it, Jax. He freaks me out.”

“Did Alex make you sick like this?”

“Pretty much, yeah, but only when he was actually there. Just thinking about Bruno made me sick, and when he touched me and I saw that shadow around his eyes . . .” She frowned. “I never saw a shadow around Alex’s eyes.”

“Anybody else make you sick that you remember?”

“Mom took me to a new dentist when I was about ten, after our old dentist died, and as soon as he touched me, I threw up. I cried and told him to stay away from me, so Mom took me to somebody else. There was also a lady in the shoe department at Macy’s who made me feel sick. I finally had to go somewhere else to buy shoes.”

“They were undoubtedly Skia, and freaky to you because of instinct. Some part of you knows that if they discover what you are, they’ll want you dead. They’re uncannily intuitive, so try to think about something else when Bruno’s around. Something nice that makes you happy.”

She didn’t tell him that would be him. No matter how hard she tried, he was all she thought about. Without any warning, someone yanked her hair so hard, her
head snapped back and her eyes instantly watered. “Listen, Cha-Cha, you’re gonna talk to me. Turn around
and—ow!” “Let go of her hair,” Jax said in a low, menacing voice, “and

I won’t break your arm.” The tension was gone, and sh
e was suddenly spinning around,
held against his side to face Julianne, who looked very afraid. She stared at Jax, moving backward. “Who are you?”

She sensed danger, Sasha was sure. She might not know what he was, but she knew he posed a serious threat to her.

“I’m the new guy, Jack. Mean people piss me off, so how about you leave Sasha alone?”

Julianne became a little braver, farther away, rubbing her forearm. “Yeah, well, wait until I tell my boyfriend what you did.”

“Should I wait here?” Turning, she hurried off down the hall. “I’m sorry, Sasha. That looked like it hurt.” “It did. She’s hard-core mean.” “Even if she wasn’t a lost sou
l, she wouldn’t like you. She’s
one of those queen-bee girls who hate anybody who might steal some of their spotlight. Just stay away from her.”