Disclaimer: The Night World is the property of L.J. Smith as are any of the
characters you recognise like Thierry, Hannah, Lupe etc.
Spoilers: All of the Night World books and my story Bound by Flame.
Author's notes: This is a sequel to my story Bound By Flame but you don't have to have read Bound By Flame to read this one.
I am so sorry this part took so long but I had a history essay to write last week, and believe me this essay was evil. Not only did I spend all week working on it and still only get it finished a couple of hours before it was due in but on my way to hand it in I tripped on some steps and sprained my ankle so like I said evil essay. There are some other reasons too but believe me no-one wants to hear about them. Though to make up for it I hope to get another part out later this week.
Anyway thank you so much to those who reviewed the last part
Redaura: sorry about the breaks usually I have them in but I don't know what happened the last time. As for who's getting soulmated, that's a secret. Well there are quite a few soulmates in it already, Des and Gwern, Cassian and Charlotte but there is going to be another soulmate couple who are going to have the same kind of connection as Des and Gwern. And as for everyone saying Gwern's coming back, the only one who knows if he is or not is Gwern, I don't even know.
Mandy: Thanks so much for reviewing, I understand how you feel about the characters Des and Gwern are my favourites out of all the characters I've ever written so I couldn't help but put them in the sequel.
Athena: I don't know where Gwern is, he's somewhere in the US doing something that's all I know, he's being annoyingly mysterious. And I'm sorry this part took so long, extenuating circumstances but the next part will hopefully be out on Friday.
Orange: Thank you so much for reviewing. No, Gwern's not dead, well not yet anyway, no I'm not that cruel, he's, well I don't know where he is but he's alive.
Part 6.
Aniela was the first of the group to notice the new kids newfound interest in their little group. In their first class she had caught the girl staring at Wenona a couple of times and in the class after that the tall, blond guy split his time between flirting with Miriam, the biggest flirt in the school if not the state, and gazing at Wenona. Normally she would have put it down to a little crush developing but in the last class before lunch all three of them had been watching her and Wenona and it was starting to freak her out.
"Okay," she said putting her tray down on the table and sitting beside Wenona, "what is our big attraction?"
"What?" Wenona asked.
"The new kids have been staring at us all day; I was just wondering why?"
"Because we're so interesting, so cool and so popular," Alex replied. "No wait scratch that I have no idea."
"Maybe they just find us interesting," Wenona said softly, "I mean they're new, t hey don't know anyone here maybe they're just looking for people to be friends with."
"I guess," Aniela replied, "but they're just freaking me out, they keep looking at us."
"Poor Ani, you're just not used to getting attention," Alex said with a grin.
"However true that may be," Aniela said returning the grin, "I don't think that's the problem."
"Well what is the problem?" Alex asked.
"I'm not sure maybe it's just them, they're sort of freaky," Aniela told him.
"You don't even know them Ani," Wenona said sternly, "they could be very nice people."
"If they are they can stop staring and come over and introduce themselves like polite, civilised, nice people."
"You sound just like my mother," Alex told her.
"What can I say my nonna taught me to appreciate manners," Aniela replied.
"Maybe they're just shy," Wenona suggested.
"Look at them Wenona, do they look shy to you?" Aniela asked.
"No I guess not," Wenona replied smiling, "but we'll see."
Diablo banged his tray down hard on the table causing some of the food on it to splash toward Charlotte.
"Hey watch it," she snapped.
"Whatever," Diablo replied. "How the hell can they eat this slop?" He asked staring at his lunch. "You were once one of the vermin masses Charlotte, why don't you explain it to me."
"With great difficulty," Charlotte told him as she slapped her fork around in her tray.
"Well I guess it's fitting that vermin should eat swill," Diablo said pushing the tray away from him.
"Do you think you could at least try to pretend to be somewhat normal. For appearances sake at least," Charlotte suggested.
"I really don't see how eating this crap could be any way construed as normal," Diablo replied.
"Well our friends don't seem to have a problem with it," Cassian said nodding towards the table where the Daybreak witch sat with her friends.
"Well that just proves my point doesn't it," Diablo answered.
Charlotte just rolled her eyes at him and changed the subject. "So what's the plan now?" she asked, "Not that just watching them during class isn't immensely useful and interesting."
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit you know," Diablo drawled.
"Yeah well at least it's wit," Charlotte replied.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Diablo asked.
"Work it out for yourself."
"But that would involve having to understand how your mind works and I don't really want to sink that low," Diablo retorted.
"Bite me," Charlotte snapped.
"I would but Cassian got there before me," Diablo replied.
"Children," Cassian interrupted, "when you're quite finished." He paused until the others shut up. "Good, now after lunch we're doing the divide and conquer routine. All three of them have different classes so each of us will have a chance to approach one of them alone and basically try to make friends. I'm going to be in economics with the witch, Charlotte you're in computer studies with the guy and Diablo you're in art with the girl."
"Oh great," Diablo spat, "why do I get her? Why can't I have the witch or even the guy. Come on what am I supposed to say to her? Anyway I think she suspects us of something, she's always looking at us. It freaks me out."
"Don't be such a baby," Cassian replied. "She's just a human, what can she suspect us of? Just compliment her art or something. Flirt with her, you spend enough time flirting with human girls anyway."
"What do you think we should look for or ask?" Charlotte asked Cassian ignoring Diablo who had gone into a sulk and was pouting like a 3 year old.
"I don't know," Cassian replied. "I think we should keep it fairly friendly and informal, no suspicious questions or anything but of course keep your guard up and ears open. I don't think the humans know anything about the Night World but she is a Daybreaker so you never know. So we'd better have our story straight. Diablo what's the story?" he asked sternly.
"There are two stories," Diablo replied his voice dangerously low revealing his anger and impatience. "One for the humans and one for the night people. We tell the humans we moved here with our foster parents, our foster father is currently away on business and our foster mother's mother is very ill at the moment and she's gone to look after her. She left us her because she didn't want to take us out of school so soon after we just started.
We tell the night people we were sick of living on an enclave and wanted to get out in the real world and for the witch we add that you changed Charlotte illegally and spout all that soulmate crap you go on with, she'll eat it up and we'll be best buddies."
"Good, you know them," Charlotte said.
"Of course I bloody know them. I came up with them," Diablo snapped angrily.
"Well I just thought talking to the airhead all day might have made your brain go soft," Charlotte replied smirking.
"I was pumping her for information, thought I'd tap her brain," Diablo replied.
"More like tap a vein," Cassian quipped.
"That too," Diablo murmured lazily.
"You know what," Charlotte said, "guys are disgusting."
"You're realising this now?" Cassian asked.
"No," Charlotte replied, "but after that little exchange I felt the need to reiterate it."
Diablo found his attention drifting as Cassian and Charlotte continued their conversation. He had a very short attention span for conversations that didn't involve him or weren't about him. He cast his eye around the noisy cafeteria and came to rest on the girl he was supposed to befriend. She was short and plump and with little to attract except of course her blood, which was pretty much all that vermin girls had to attract him anyway. She picked up a carton of milk and he found his attention drawn to her hands. Her fingers were long and deft and her hands as a whole were well formed, kind of artistic he decided.
He noticed that during any lulls in their conversation her eyes travelled around the cafeteria and he just knew she was taking in everything around her unlike the self-absorbed vermin girls he normally spent time around who couldn't even see their noses right in front of them. He could see the gleam of intelligence in her eyes and grimaced, the only thing worse than vermin was vermin with brains. He knew now that he was right, she was suspicious of them and she was going to be bloody hard to convince otherwise. Though that would mean a challenge and he always enjoyed a challenge.
Aniela stared at the bowl of fruit in front of her ignoring everything else in the room. Her hands moved swiftly over the page in front of her as dark lines of charcoal took on the appearance of said bowl of fruit. If there was one class she enjoyed, it was art. Their teacher was easy going and wasn't even in the room half the time and she spent the time actually doing something she liked rather than listening to someone talk about something. Well actually her teachers didn't talk they droned.
"Aniela," the teacher called her name and Aniela reluctantly pulled her eyes away from the fruit.
Once she saw she had her attention the teacher continued, "I'd like you to show, what did you say your name was?" She asked the guy beside her.
"Diablo," he told her, "Diablo Mandril."
"I'd like you to show Diablo where everything is. I've to go to the staff room for a few minutes."
Aniela left her stool reluctantly and headed up to the top of the room where the boy stood looking much to pleased with himself for her liking. The more she saw of him the less she liked of him. Okay so he was pretty gorgeous but he knew he was his every movement and stance told her that he was conceited and she had a profound dislike of conceited people. And he had this kind of bad boy thing going on, not the kind of James Dean image Alex was currently trying to cultivate, more like he was actually bad, like he wouldn't shy away from doing anything. His name was Diablo for God's sake.
That train of thought brought her right in front of him. Her eyes were down turned so she saw his black boots first and then her eyes travelled up long, jean clad legs to a dark shirt with an even darker design on the front that she couldn't quite make out some kind of flower. Her eyes were level with his middle so she had to tilt her head upwards to see his face. He had this cocksure, smarmy smile on his face that made her hand itch to slap him.
"I'm Diablo," he told her.
"I heard," she replied, "I'm not deaf."
"Charming," he muttered.
"I heard that too," she said softly.
"Well now that you've demonstrated your aural abilities maybe you'd like to show me where everything is," he responded.
"Like is not the word," she replied, "have to is more correct."
Diablo glared at the back of her head as she walked around the room pointing out presses and shelves. "I can't hurt her," he thought to himself, "however much I'd like to. I can't hurt her no matter how annoying she is."
"Well now you know where everything is I suggest you get started on something before Ms. Perkins comes back."
"Does she do this often?" Diablo asked deciding that if he was going to make friends with her he'd have to at least make some pleasant small talk.
"What?"
"Leave the room."
"Sure, anytime she needs a caffeine or nicotine fix," Aniela told him then turned away from him cutting off any more chance of conversation or so she thought. He followed her as she walked back to her seat and positioned himself on the stool beside her.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
"Sitting down," he replied lazily.
"Yes but why are you sitting here?"
"Because this is where I was told to sit."
"Oh great," she muttered darkly.
"See I knew you liked me really," Diablo said knowing it would annoy her.
"You are such an ass."
"Why thank you," he replied with a smug smile.
Aniela glowered at the blond idiota beside her and let off a string of expletives in Italian.
"Man from looking at you I'd have never thought you were such a gutter mouth," Diablo told her.
"Don't even pretend you understood any of that," Aniela shot back.
"Maybe not," he replied with his irritating smile, "but I could tell it was bad."
"It was," Aniela responded, "but nothing you didn't deserve."
"Probably not," Diablo agreed with a wicked smile.
"At least you admit it."
"Hey I'll admit to anything I've done, probably even a few things I haven't done. As long as it helps the reputation."
"You don't have a reputation here yet," Aniela murmured.
"Yet being the operative word," he replied.
"Do you know how annoying you are?" Aniela asked.
"Yes, do you know how annoying you are?"
"I'm not annoying," Aniela replied.
"Are too," he retorted.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Shut up and let me do my work," she snapped angrily.
"There's no need to get snappy," he said, "particularly when you started it."
"I did not," Aniela replied.
"Did too," Diablo muttered, "and could we get any more elementary school."
"Speak for yourself," Aniela said biting back a grin hoping he hadn't seen it, he was already conceited enough he didn't need to think she found him anyway funny.
He didn't come back with any attempted witticism so Aniela glanced surreptitiously at him. He was looking down at her page with surprise etched all over his face.
"What?" she snapped.
"It's good," he said softly.
Aniela looked at him trying to discern any sarcasm or falsehood in his person that she hadn't picked up on in his voice but he seemed to be fairly genuine. She could feel her face becoming hot and knew she was turning red. She did not want to blush in front of the creep and the fact that she was embarrassed her more causing her to become even redder. She looked at him again and he was grinning, laughing at her, God she hated this guy.
Diablo could sense the animosity radiating from the girl and he couldn't really understand it, he'd been trying to be nice, he'd told her he liked her art what was wrong with that. He'd never understand vermin not if he lived to be a millennia old. He decided it would be best if he left her alone for the rest of the class, give her a chance to cool down and try again later.
Diablo was surprised to see Charlotte waiting for him outside when class was over.
"Hey what's up?" he asked.
"Nothing just came to see how you got on," she replied.
"I got on fine," he paused, "and what are you looking so smug about?"
"Oh nothing, I just got us invited to go out with them all tomorrow night."
"Wow that's so great," Diablo said sarcasm dripping from each word.
"Okay I know it's not the most incredible news ever but it does mean we get a chance to interact with them and maybe get some information, and hell it's more than you got right."
Diablo just glowered at her and headed towards his next class.
Spoilers: All of the Night World books and my story Bound by Flame.
Author's notes: This is a sequel to my story Bound By Flame but you don't have to have read Bound By Flame to read this one.
I am so sorry this part took so long but I had a history essay to write last week, and believe me this essay was evil. Not only did I spend all week working on it and still only get it finished a couple of hours before it was due in but on my way to hand it in I tripped on some steps and sprained my ankle so like I said evil essay. There are some other reasons too but believe me no-one wants to hear about them. Though to make up for it I hope to get another part out later this week.
Anyway thank you so much to those who reviewed the last part
Redaura: sorry about the breaks usually I have them in but I don't know what happened the last time. As for who's getting soulmated, that's a secret. Well there are quite a few soulmates in it already, Des and Gwern, Cassian and Charlotte but there is going to be another soulmate couple who are going to have the same kind of connection as Des and Gwern. And as for everyone saying Gwern's coming back, the only one who knows if he is or not is Gwern, I don't even know.
Mandy: Thanks so much for reviewing, I understand how you feel about the characters Des and Gwern are my favourites out of all the characters I've ever written so I couldn't help but put them in the sequel.
Athena: I don't know where Gwern is, he's somewhere in the US doing something that's all I know, he's being annoyingly mysterious. And I'm sorry this part took so long, extenuating circumstances but the next part will hopefully be out on Friday.
Orange: Thank you so much for reviewing. No, Gwern's not dead, well not yet anyway, no I'm not that cruel, he's, well I don't know where he is but he's alive.
Part 6.
Aniela was the first of the group to notice the new kids newfound interest in their little group. In their first class she had caught the girl staring at Wenona a couple of times and in the class after that the tall, blond guy split his time between flirting with Miriam, the biggest flirt in the school if not the state, and gazing at Wenona. Normally she would have put it down to a little crush developing but in the last class before lunch all three of them had been watching her and Wenona and it was starting to freak her out.
"Okay," she said putting her tray down on the table and sitting beside Wenona, "what is our big attraction?"
"What?" Wenona asked.
"The new kids have been staring at us all day; I was just wondering why?"
"Because we're so interesting, so cool and so popular," Alex replied. "No wait scratch that I have no idea."
"Maybe they just find us interesting," Wenona said softly, "I mean they're new, t hey don't know anyone here maybe they're just looking for people to be friends with."
"I guess," Aniela replied, "but they're just freaking me out, they keep looking at us."
"Poor Ani, you're just not used to getting attention," Alex said with a grin.
"However true that may be," Aniela said returning the grin, "I don't think that's the problem."
"Well what is the problem?" Alex asked.
"I'm not sure maybe it's just them, they're sort of freaky," Aniela told him.
"You don't even know them Ani," Wenona said sternly, "they could be very nice people."
"If they are they can stop staring and come over and introduce themselves like polite, civilised, nice people."
"You sound just like my mother," Alex told her.
"What can I say my nonna taught me to appreciate manners," Aniela replied.
"Maybe they're just shy," Wenona suggested.
"Look at them Wenona, do they look shy to you?" Aniela asked.
"No I guess not," Wenona replied smiling, "but we'll see."
Diablo banged his tray down hard on the table causing some of the food on it to splash toward Charlotte.
"Hey watch it," she snapped.
"Whatever," Diablo replied. "How the hell can they eat this slop?" He asked staring at his lunch. "You were once one of the vermin masses Charlotte, why don't you explain it to me."
"With great difficulty," Charlotte told him as she slapped her fork around in her tray.
"Well I guess it's fitting that vermin should eat swill," Diablo said pushing the tray away from him.
"Do you think you could at least try to pretend to be somewhat normal. For appearances sake at least," Charlotte suggested.
"I really don't see how eating this crap could be any way construed as normal," Diablo replied.
"Well our friends don't seem to have a problem with it," Cassian said nodding towards the table where the Daybreak witch sat with her friends.
"Well that just proves my point doesn't it," Diablo answered.
Charlotte just rolled her eyes at him and changed the subject. "So what's the plan now?" she asked, "Not that just watching them during class isn't immensely useful and interesting."
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit you know," Diablo drawled.
"Yeah well at least it's wit," Charlotte replied.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Diablo asked.
"Work it out for yourself."
"But that would involve having to understand how your mind works and I don't really want to sink that low," Diablo retorted.
"Bite me," Charlotte snapped.
"I would but Cassian got there before me," Diablo replied.
"Children," Cassian interrupted, "when you're quite finished." He paused until the others shut up. "Good, now after lunch we're doing the divide and conquer routine. All three of them have different classes so each of us will have a chance to approach one of them alone and basically try to make friends. I'm going to be in economics with the witch, Charlotte you're in computer studies with the guy and Diablo you're in art with the girl."
"Oh great," Diablo spat, "why do I get her? Why can't I have the witch or even the guy. Come on what am I supposed to say to her? Anyway I think she suspects us of something, she's always looking at us. It freaks me out."
"Don't be such a baby," Cassian replied. "She's just a human, what can she suspect us of? Just compliment her art or something. Flirt with her, you spend enough time flirting with human girls anyway."
"What do you think we should look for or ask?" Charlotte asked Cassian ignoring Diablo who had gone into a sulk and was pouting like a 3 year old.
"I don't know," Cassian replied. "I think we should keep it fairly friendly and informal, no suspicious questions or anything but of course keep your guard up and ears open. I don't think the humans know anything about the Night World but she is a Daybreaker so you never know. So we'd better have our story straight. Diablo what's the story?" he asked sternly.
"There are two stories," Diablo replied his voice dangerously low revealing his anger and impatience. "One for the humans and one for the night people. We tell the humans we moved here with our foster parents, our foster father is currently away on business and our foster mother's mother is very ill at the moment and she's gone to look after her. She left us her because she didn't want to take us out of school so soon after we just started.
We tell the night people we were sick of living on an enclave and wanted to get out in the real world and for the witch we add that you changed Charlotte illegally and spout all that soulmate crap you go on with, she'll eat it up and we'll be best buddies."
"Good, you know them," Charlotte said.
"Of course I bloody know them. I came up with them," Diablo snapped angrily.
"Well I just thought talking to the airhead all day might have made your brain go soft," Charlotte replied smirking.
"I was pumping her for information, thought I'd tap her brain," Diablo replied.
"More like tap a vein," Cassian quipped.
"That too," Diablo murmured lazily.
"You know what," Charlotte said, "guys are disgusting."
"You're realising this now?" Cassian asked.
"No," Charlotte replied, "but after that little exchange I felt the need to reiterate it."
Diablo found his attention drifting as Cassian and Charlotte continued their conversation. He had a very short attention span for conversations that didn't involve him or weren't about him. He cast his eye around the noisy cafeteria and came to rest on the girl he was supposed to befriend. She was short and plump and with little to attract except of course her blood, which was pretty much all that vermin girls had to attract him anyway. She picked up a carton of milk and he found his attention drawn to her hands. Her fingers were long and deft and her hands as a whole were well formed, kind of artistic he decided.
He noticed that during any lulls in their conversation her eyes travelled around the cafeteria and he just knew she was taking in everything around her unlike the self-absorbed vermin girls he normally spent time around who couldn't even see their noses right in front of them. He could see the gleam of intelligence in her eyes and grimaced, the only thing worse than vermin was vermin with brains. He knew now that he was right, she was suspicious of them and she was going to be bloody hard to convince otherwise. Though that would mean a challenge and he always enjoyed a challenge.
Aniela stared at the bowl of fruit in front of her ignoring everything else in the room. Her hands moved swiftly over the page in front of her as dark lines of charcoal took on the appearance of said bowl of fruit. If there was one class she enjoyed, it was art. Their teacher was easy going and wasn't even in the room half the time and she spent the time actually doing something she liked rather than listening to someone talk about something. Well actually her teachers didn't talk they droned.
"Aniela," the teacher called her name and Aniela reluctantly pulled her eyes away from the fruit.
Once she saw she had her attention the teacher continued, "I'd like you to show, what did you say your name was?" She asked the guy beside her.
"Diablo," he told her, "Diablo Mandril."
"I'd like you to show Diablo where everything is. I've to go to the staff room for a few minutes."
Aniela left her stool reluctantly and headed up to the top of the room where the boy stood looking much to pleased with himself for her liking. The more she saw of him the less she liked of him. Okay so he was pretty gorgeous but he knew he was his every movement and stance told her that he was conceited and she had a profound dislike of conceited people. And he had this kind of bad boy thing going on, not the kind of James Dean image Alex was currently trying to cultivate, more like he was actually bad, like he wouldn't shy away from doing anything. His name was Diablo for God's sake.
That train of thought brought her right in front of him. Her eyes were down turned so she saw his black boots first and then her eyes travelled up long, jean clad legs to a dark shirt with an even darker design on the front that she couldn't quite make out some kind of flower. Her eyes were level with his middle so she had to tilt her head upwards to see his face. He had this cocksure, smarmy smile on his face that made her hand itch to slap him.
"I'm Diablo," he told her.
"I heard," she replied, "I'm not deaf."
"Charming," he muttered.
"I heard that too," she said softly.
"Well now that you've demonstrated your aural abilities maybe you'd like to show me where everything is," he responded.
"Like is not the word," she replied, "have to is more correct."
Diablo glared at the back of her head as she walked around the room pointing out presses and shelves. "I can't hurt her," he thought to himself, "however much I'd like to. I can't hurt her no matter how annoying she is."
"Well now you know where everything is I suggest you get started on something before Ms. Perkins comes back."
"Does she do this often?" Diablo asked deciding that if he was going to make friends with her he'd have to at least make some pleasant small talk.
"What?"
"Leave the room."
"Sure, anytime she needs a caffeine or nicotine fix," Aniela told him then turned away from him cutting off any more chance of conversation or so she thought. He followed her as she walked back to her seat and positioned himself on the stool beside her.
"What are you doing?" she snapped.
"Sitting down," he replied lazily.
"Yes but why are you sitting here?"
"Because this is where I was told to sit."
"Oh great," she muttered darkly.
"See I knew you liked me really," Diablo said knowing it would annoy her.
"You are such an ass."
"Why thank you," he replied with a smug smile.
Aniela glowered at the blond idiota beside her and let off a string of expletives in Italian.
"Man from looking at you I'd have never thought you were such a gutter mouth," Diablo told her.
"Don't even pretend you understood any of that," Aniela shot back.
"Maybe not," he replied with his irritating smile, "but I could tell it was bad."
"It was," Aniela responded, "but nothing you didn't deserve."
"Probably not," Diablo agreed with a wicked smile.
"At least you admit it."
"Hey I'll admit to anything I've done, probably even a few things I haven't done. As long as it helps the reputation."
"You don't have a reputation here yet," Aniela murmured.
"Yet being the operative word," he replied.
"Do you know how annoying you are?" Aniela asked.
"Yes, do you know how annoying you are?"
"I'm not annoying," Aniela replied.
"Are too," he retorted.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Shut up and let me do my work," she snapped angrily.
"There's no need to get snappy," he said, "particularly when you started it."
"I did not," Aniela replied.
"Did too," Diablo muttered, "and could we get any more elementary school."
"Speak for yourself," Aniela said biting back a grin hoping he hadn't seen it, he was already conceited enough he didn't need to think she found him anyway funny.
He didn't come back with any attempted witticism so Aniela glanced surreptitiously at him. He was looking down at her page with surprise etched all over his face.
"What?" she snapped.
"It's good," he said softly.
Aniela looked at him trying to discern any sarcasm or falsehood in his person that she hadn't picked up on in his voice but he seemed to be fairly genuine. She could feel her face becoming hot and knew she was turning red. She did not want to blush in front of the creep and the fact that she was embarrassed her more causing her to become even redder. She looked at him again and he was grinning, laughing at her, God she hated this guy.
Diablo could sense the animosity radiating from the girl and he couldn't really understand it, he'd been trying to be nice, he'd told her he liked her art what was wrong with that. He'd never understand vermin not if he lived to be a millennia old. He decided it would be best if he left her alone for the rest of the class, give her a chance to cool down and try again later.
Diablo was surprised to see Charlotte waiting for him outside when class was over.
"Hey what's up?" he asked.
"Nothing just came to see how you got on," she replied.
"I got on fine," he paused, "and what are you looking so smug about?"
"Oh nothing, I just got us invited to go out with them all tomorrow night."
"Wow that's so great," Diablo said sarcasm dripping from each word.
"Okay I know it's not the most incredible news ever but it does mean we get a chance to interact with them and maybe get some information, and hell it's more than you got right."
Diablo just glowered at her and headed towards his next class.