Ch. 9
When she woke up it was light outside, and Angelus was gone. For some reason a pang of sadness shot through her.
Eww…
Whatever, time for school.
By the time she got to school, she couldn't stop thinking about Angelus, or the note he left for her, she would read it as soon as she got home from school, even though she had told Angelus she had cheerleading practice she didn't… well she did, but she was skipping… she hated it anymore…
Damn Xander for that too.
She plopped onto her bed, the envelope was next to her on her bedspread.
She opened the envelope about 30 minutes after she'd been sitting there.
It was a sketch of her, it took her a moment to realize that it was her under him when he pinned her in the graveyard a few nights before.
She dropped the sketch to the bed and started to shake. It was so life like… it was like a mirror image of herself.
She was going to wring the non-breath right out of him when she saw him again!
