Sunburst

“I know,” she nodded while looking down the hall where Tristan stood with Rigley and Lincoln. “It’s not very nice to pick on him while he’s so pathetic. Not that I’m sad you bulldozed his heart, but he’s not very much fun while he’s like this. I do prefer my victims to have a little bit of fight left in them. You sucked the soul right out of his future-frat boy body. He depresses me now.”



“It’s not like that,” I argued. But Ok, it was kind of like that. “Think he’ll ever recover?”



“Hopefully not,” she groaned.



“Piper!” I gasped. “He’ll be fine.” But it was more to myself than to her. I had to believe that. I had to believe he would get over me. Our friendship had been nothing but strained and awkward since prom. And while the first part of prom been one of the most perfect if not saddest in my life, we both realized we had to move on from each other.



Sometimes I wondered if Tristan only agreed because it was what I wanted to hear. But other times I knew he believed it. There wasn’t a future for us. We had always known that. It was why we had fought the attraction between us for so long. But it was excruciating to watch him recover. I hated that I caused him so much pain.



I hated that I seemed to cause every boy in my life so much pain.



“Is he why you’re so mopey now?” Piper asked as she leaned back against the bank of lockers. We were still an hour from getting out of school for the summer, but nobody was taking classes seriously by now. Finals were over, lockers were cleaned out. We were just biding our time and saying goodbye to our friends that we would no doubt see in two days at the annual start of summer bonfires that dotted the countryside.



“Not really,” I said honestly. “I’m just….” How did I say this?



“Is it Seth? Are you still hung up on Seth?”



I turned to Piper and felt the tears sting my eyes. I hadn’t seen or heard from Seth since Sri Lanka. And I was thankful for that. But sometimes I swear I could feel him nearby- feel him watching me. Until he made contact I wasn’t going to seek him out; that would just end in us fighting. But every moment of every day I worried about him, worried about what was happening to him, what new and creative evils Aliah was exposing him to. There was so much wrong with what was happening, I couldn’t help but let it consume me.



“Yes,” I said honestly. “It’s Seth. I miss him.”



“Oh, Stel,” Piper crooned and pulled me against her. “I didn’t even know you guys were this serious.”



I fought tears and said, “I don’t think I did either until he was gone. And I hate myself for that.”



She hugged me tighter and released me. “Have you heard from him?”



“Nothing good,” I sighed.



She frowned, her hazel eyes filling with concern. “It’s probably better that he’s gone then. I know it’s hard, but there are other boys out there.”



“Ms. Cassidy!” Mrs. Sadler, the school secretary, gasped as she passed us in the hallway. She was well into her sixties and wielded the kind of crotchety power every student was terrified of. “Get to the office right now! Have you been wearing that outfit all day?”



Piper pressed her lips together in an effort not to laugh. “Not all day, Mrs. Sadler. I’ve been slowly removing articles of clothing for only the past two hours.”



“You’ve been what?” Mrs. Sadler shrieked.



“Well, you know, I’ll be a senior next year. I’m just testing out my potential career options before I decide on a college.” Piper smiled innocently and I had to stifle my own laugh.



“Do not share what options you’re considering Ms. Cassidy. Go to the office. Now.” Mrs. Sadler held out an impatient arm and Piper obeyed willingly. She flashed me a goofy smile and mouthed that she would call me later.



Piper had purposefully worn a risqué outfit today in the hope of getting sent home hours earlier. By lunchtime she had been really upset that the teachers seemed oblivious to the white baggy, boys wrestling t-shirt she had cut into a kind of crop top t-shirt that was longer attached on the sides but revealed a healthy amount of belly and back. It was also scoop necked and a little scandalous. Her extra short, frayed denim skirt was just as bad. The only modest amount of clothing she was wearing was her cowboy boots that she borrowed from me. Lincoln hadn’t talked to her all day; he was either too embarrassed to be seen with her or pissed she was stooping to flaunting her body in an effort to get out of school early.



I was just impressed by her confidence.



I waved goodbye and then leaned back into my locker with a long sigh.



“How committed is your friend to that kid?”



“Go away, Jude,” I growled.



Cigarette smoke wafted around me and this was what I didn’t understand. Piper got hauled away for her first inappropriate outfit all year and Jude regularly smoked in the hallways, bathrooms, and around the school building and nothing. He was never caught.



It did not make sense.



I thought about organizing a feminist rally, but I hated to admit that most of the female population of this school was fascinated by the resident bad boy.



But that was only because they didn’t know just how truly bad he was.



There was an acceptable amount of rebel that every girl sat at attention to. And then there was the pure evil abomination that was Jude Michaels.



Ok, and maybe I hadn’t exactly gotten over his betrayal yet.



Nor would I ever.



“Stella, this is a serious question. I get that your panties are in a bunch over the whole handing you over to my boss thing, but this is more important than your poor, baby feelings.”



“I’m going to stab you,” I warned dryly. Pulling my butterfly knife from the inside of my knee high brown boots, I flipped it casually in my hands.



I felt more than heard Jude suck in a deep breath of nicotine and then hold it. Slowly he let it out and it puffed in front of me in perfect rings of smoke. “Big plans for the summer?” he asked, ignoring my threat.



“What do you want,” I sighed, resigned that he wasn’t going to leave until he got it.



“Just checking in,” I heard the grin in his voice even though I didn’t turn to look at him. “You know, doing my job.”



“I’m fine. You see that. Now be gone,” I growled.



“This is going to be such a fun summer.” He was laughing now. He bent his head closer to mine and lowered his voice. “I can’t wait to spend it with you.”



“What do you mean, spend it with me?” I demanded, finally spinning to face him.



He was wearing a smug smirk and a few days’ worth of beard growth, that didn’t seem fair to the other high school boys. His hair was more disheveled than usual and he looked shockingly skinnier. I told myself I didn’t care though. I didn’t care what happened to Jude, or why he looked a little crazed. I didn’t care that his eyes were red-rimmed and that they were drawn tight even while he wore a smirk, as if he were hiding some emotion behind a curtain of nonchalance.



“Well, there’s run club,” he started ticking off his list while he held onto his diminishing cigarette. “That will be fun, yeah? Then there’s that basketball camp for the little guys that we’re both helping at…”



“You don’t play basketball!” I half-shouted, realizing what he was doing to me.



“And then I hear a rumor that we’re going to be working together all summer long.”



“Oh, no,” I groaned. “At least I can fix that. Mr. Shields will fire you for me.” It was a tradition to work for Tristan’s dad all summer long. He hired all the high school kids he could- cheap labor- and we hung out on Tristan’s farm and spent the long summer hours being slaves to manual labor, getting farmer tans and drinking gallons of homemade lemonade. It was one of my most favorite things. And while Tristan and I were in an awkward place right now, I knew we would get out of it eventually.



This was my last true summer with him, I wasn’t giving that up.



And I wasn’t going to let Jude’s negative, horrible presence taint it.



“Sure, you do that,” he grinned at me, making me feel like I could not actually do that.



I could. Tristan’s dad would listen to me. I wasn’t above making up reasons, but only because I couldn’t actually say the real reasons I wanted him nowhere near Tristan or his family.



“I will,” I sniffed. I picked up my backpack and hefted it onto my back. Without using my Light the backpack was heavy enough that I almost tipped backward but I regained control of my body and glared at Jude whose lips were twitching with the effort not to laugh at me.



“Need help?” he teased.



I hated that. I hated that his eyes twinkled and that he acted like he knew me. I hated that he was tormenting me with his presence and stalking me because he claimed he had to. I hated that he represented a world I wanted to destroy. And that he was a direct link to all of my enemies.



But most of all I hated that if I had to deal with one Fallen on a daily basis, that it wasn’t Seth that I got to deal with. I hated that it was Jude and not Seth.



I just hated him. I glanced around the hallway and when I saw that nobody was looking at me, I took my butterfly knife, flipped it open, tossed it in the air, caught it on the handle and then jammed it into Jude’s thigh.



He lurched forward with a hissing breath and then choked on the nub of a cigarette still dangling from his lips. His hands immediately flew to the knife to try to wiggle it out of his too skinny thigh. I watched him for a few disturbing moments and then turned to walk away.



Over my shoulder I threw, “That’s for being so f-ing annoying, you twisted bastard.”



His chuckle chased me down the hallway and skittered over my skin, “God, you’re mouthy.”



I chose to ignore him and hoped nobody saw my school-stabbing. Last day or not, I was pretty sure that would have some lasting consequences.



“Hey,” I smiled at Tristan, Rigley and Lincoln as I approached.



They all greeted with grunting responses.



Lincoln flicked his head to get his long blonde bangs out of his eyes and asked, “Have you seen Piper?”



“Mrs. Sandler caught her in that ridiculous shirt and made her go to the office.”



“It’s about time,” Lincoln groaned. He ran a hand through his hair and then blushed when we were all staring at him.



“I thought it was awesome,” Rigley grinned. “Pretty sure it motivated me to go out for the wrestling team next year.”



I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped. “You’re such a pig, Rigley.”



“Only parts of me, Stella.”



“You should probably work on those parts.” I raised my eyebrows suggestively.



“You know, I might be motivated to change those parts of me, if they weren’t absolutely essential to getting laid.” His grin turned wicked.



Before I could say something else scathing or slap him, Lincoln interrupted. “Well, I’m off to break Piper out of secretary-jail. See you guys at the bonfire later.”