Filed to story: Kissed by Claw and Fang
And what was that parting shot about, anyway?
This is going to be a lot of things, Ivy. Easy isn’t one of them? Who even says that? Was he saying that he’s interested in me? Or that he isn’t?
Ugh. Why do guys have to be so complicated?
Maybe he’s just playing with me because he’s bored or something. Because I’m fresh meat out here in the middle of nowhere. But he didn’t look bored after the snowball fight-in fact, he looked pissed as hell at Sebastian. Which is ridiculous, considering Sebastian saved me from a concussion or a broken leg or worse.
But a guy who isn’t interested doesn’t act like Zane did, right? He doesn’t have the kind of temper tantrum-and it was a tantrum, despite how cold it was-that Zane had in the middle of that forest because he thought Sebastian had put me at risk.
Does he?
I don’t think so…but then, what do I know? I’ve only ever had one boyfriend, and the way I felt about Gabe was nothing like this. I mean, it was a decent relationship, I guess. We had been friends for years, and it just kind of drifted into something different for a while. We went places together, made out sometimes, did all the usual stuff. But it was easy with Gabe. He never made me feel like Zane does, never made my breath catch and my hands sweat and my stomach flip from just a look. I never spent hours obsessing over his every word, never found myself longing for his touch the way I do for Zane’s.
I just wish I knew how
Zane felt.
“Oh my God.”
Apparently, Macy has finally snapped out of whatever weird Zane-induced coma she’s been in for the last five minutes. I shoot her a look. “Don’t start.”
“Oh. My. God. OmigodOmigodOmigod. What just happened?”
“I fell out of a tree. Sebastian saved me from dying. Zane carried me back to the dorm because I sprained my ankle.” I say it all very flippantly, hoping if I keep it casual, if I don’t let Macy know how messed up my own head is, she’ll let things drop.
“Those are just the details.” She flops down on my bed, careful not to jostle my ankle as she does.
“I’m pretty sure the details are what’s important here.”
“Not right now they aren’t! Right now, it’s all about the big picture.”
“And what exactly is the big picture?” I ask.
“That the two most popular boys in school are obsessed with you.”
I nearly strangle myself on my sweatshirt as I try to get a look at her face to see if she’s kidding or not. “I wouldn’t say they’re obsessed,” I finally manage to get out once I untie my hoodie strings and stop strangling myself in the process. “And aren’t you the one who was just warning me to stay as far away from Zane as I could get?”
“Yeah, but that was before.”
“Before what?” I demand.
“Before I saw how he looks at you.” She closes her eyes and makes a sound very close to the one she made when Zane smiled at her. “I wish Cam would look at me like that.”
“You want your boyfriend to look at you like he’s an arrogant prick used to getting his own way?”
“Yeah, he pretty much does that already,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “I want him to look at me like it physically hurts him not to be touching me.”
“Zane doesn’t look at me like that.” I’m beginning to think it’s how I look at him, though.
Macy snorts. “Baby, if that boy wanted you any more, he would spontaneously combust.”
Her words warm me, make me feel like
I might spontaneously combust-especially if I spend much longer thinking about Zane. That guy is way too hot for his own good…or my own peace of mind. And if Macy’s right, if he’s thinking even a quarter of the things I’m thinking about him…
“Is it hot in here?” I start to shrug out of the million and three layers of clothing I’m currently wearing.
“After three days of watching you be miserable in the cold, I never thought I’d hear you say that,” Macy teases as she grabs hold of my snow pants and starts tugging at them hard enough to pull me halfway down the bed. “Guess all it takes to warm you is getting up close and personal with the most dangerous boy at Katmere Academy.”
I slap at her hands. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to help you. These things are hard to get out of if you can’t stand.” She yanks and tugs some more and still doesn’t get much accomplished.
“It’s okay; I can do it.” I bat her hands away and stand up so that my weight is balanced on my unhurt leg as I slide off both the snow and fleece pants I’m wearing. Which leaves me in long underwear and wool socks, both of which are a million times more comfortable than the outerwear I’d been sweating in.
Macy strips off her own layers and doesn’t say anything else until we’re both settled back on my bed again. Then she looks me straight in the eye and says, “You’ve procrastinated long enough. Now spill.”
“There’s nothing to spill.” I slip under the covers and lean my back up against the wall. “You’re the one who said the different cliques never mix.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t have a clique yet, so apparently the rules don’t apply to you. And as for having nothing to spill, I call bullshit on that. You’ve been here exactly seventy-two hours-and I’ve been with you most of those hours, by the way. Not all of them, obviously, because I had no idea the two hottest boys in school were going to have a massive pissing contest over you in front of half the senior class.” She gives me an incredulous look. “When did this happen?
How did this happen?”
“Nothing’s happened, I swear. Sebastian and I are just friends-“
“Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious. He’s really nice, but he’s never done anything even remotely un-friend-like.”
Macy rolls her eyes. “You mean like carrying you up the staircase or going out of his way to invite you to a snowball fight?”
“You asked him to carry me up the stairs. Altitude sickness, remember?”
