Yay, my second story ever!This one is not set during any of the books, but is maybe halfway through Marked - if you want. Please review!
Chapter One
Erin POV
Zoey Redbird was the most erratic slug I had ever met. Sure, when she first joined House of Night, Zoey had seemed cool. Everyone talked about her weirdly filled in mark as though it were the best damn thing that had happened in years, even since Aphrodite Da Font and Eric Night apparently started getting together again.
In other words, I was a bit jealous. Not as though I would ever admit it, not even to Shaunee. Zoey had it so easy; she was pretty, smart and all the guys love her. Me? Well, she just makes me look like another Californian girl.
To be honest, I wish I looked more like Zoey, sadly.
Right now, by the way, I'm stood next to her in the dinner queue. She's like 5ft.5 or something, so much smaller than me, with the dark hair and eyes which always accompanies the heroines in the supernatural crap Damien reads. Eurgh.
"Erin, what's up?" She asks me, her brown eyes baring up into my icy blue, full of concern.
"Uh? No I'm just thinking," I say quickly, picking up an apple to distract myself. In the corner of my eye, I can see she's frowning. Something wrong sugar.. not enough boys drooling over you?
"That's bullpoopie and you know it!" Zoey snaps venomously, surprising the hell outta me.
"Zoey-"
"No," She stops me and grabs my arm, dragging me towards our usual table. As we break out of the lunch queue and pass among the tables, people leer at me. God only knows why. This whole thing, whole school was getting seriously boring. Zoey Shmoey: who cares? I just want to shop until I die. And that will be years and years away - since I'm changing into a vampire and all. Did I forget to mention that?
Zo swings me into a seat next to Stevie Rae. She looks freakishly angry.
"What? Did you want my apple?" I ask her innocently before turning to Stevie Rae and shrugging. She looks worried, too. I look down at the apple in my hands, considering whether to eat it or not. They do contain a lot of sugars and too much sugar ...
Zoey clicks her fingers in my face.
"Erin, if you haven't noticed, we have a problem!" Zoey whispers urgently, as though I care.
"Y'all just calm down now, Z. Erin probably hasn't heard yet," Stevie Rae drawls in an oddly calming way. I look over at her again, leaving my apple dilemma for later on, and rise my eyebrow at what bumpkin is wearing. The usual: cowboy boots, jeans and... oh Gawd she's even wearing a cowboy hat today. A Cowboy. Hat. Note to self: take Stevie shopping next time Zoey wants to sneak out to see Heath. Speaking of that hot mess...
"- How's Heath?" Slips out from my mouth, interrupting whatever Zo was saying, which was probably something about the end of the world. The Normal Stuff.
"Heath..," She cringed, "you weren't listening to a thing I said were you?"
I looked at my apple again. Busted, I thought rather devilishly as I took a decided bite.
"Mnopeh," I say around the apple mush. Stevie Rae laughs, her short curly bob shivering as she giggles. Awww.
"You mean nope, right?"
"Actually, what she means is no. You three really need to learn english," says the boy slipping into the space on my other side, Damien. I smile as he dumps his spotless rucksack under the wooden table and sits.
"Ah, how's my little dictionary of gay today then?" I ask him, ignoring Zoey's scowling face opposite me. I've annoyed her so much she had to sit down.
Damien's laugh turns out in a snigger, "I am perfectly fine thank you," He uses his food-free finger to point towards Zoey, "but obviously she isn't -"
"No. It's Zo's time of the month, apparently."
"Oh," Damien's cheeks bloom to a cherry red colour, the little innocent kid. Honestly, if he insists on hanging out with us girls and not the boy members of our group...
"HEY!" Zoey shouts, causing the background mumbling of the dinner hall to succumb completely. Did I say she was a Drama Queen? And A-star grade?
"W-WHAT?" I shout back, without my heart in it. In fact, I was laughing my head off at how shocked she was. Zo look like she wanted to bite my head off. Wait.. no.. she looks like that with everyone who is taller than her short ass. My bad.
Then, just as Z is about to open her mouth again, Aphrodite Da Font and Eric Night walk into the silent room. Arm in Arm - obviously the rumour mill was correct for once.
"Who's died, your Nerd Herd mascot?" Aphrodite sneers from the doorway, her perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around Eric's arm in a cobra like grip. I turn to face the Queen Bitch herself, and actually smiled widely at her. She locked eyes with me and winked.
"Nice to see you, A." I say from across the room, cheerfully.
"You too, E babe!" She replies, matching my tone exactly, smiling widely like she won an Oscar or something.
I rise from our table, apple in hand, and walk over to her. Stevie Rae and Zoey whispering something at my retreating back, not that I care anymore. Damien and Eric remain silent. Boys will be boys.
When I reach Aphrodite, we hug, and glance back at Zoey's face.
It's priceless.
Want to know what's gotten into Erin?
Wait for the next chapter to find out Zoey's theory!