Part 3
"What the hell is your problem?"
Cassanova Redfern blinked, extremely embarrassed to find his head in the clouds.
"You've got more air in that head of yours than brains!" his best friend Vulcan Stillman was eyeing him as if he were nuts. "So who is she? You're dating a Drache Princess, for Christ's sake, what more could you want?" Vulcan glanced over to the group of girls that Cassanova had been staring at in the cafeteria that lunch period.
Of which *she* was part of. The blond in the group turned, flashing him a dazzling smile.
"That's Helen Mandrill. She's not bad, I guess. If you're through with Tyche..."
"I'm *not* through with Tyche," he snapped. "And who are you to talk? You're dating Jacina Harman."
Female Harmans were supposed to be rare. Yet more and more seemed to be popping up all over the place in the last few months. It wasn't the vampire girl had Cassanova's attention. It wasn't even her shapeshifter friend. It was the human.
But how could he say that to Vulcan? Just loving the girl was enough to earn them both a death sentence.
He blinked when a slender hand waved in front of his eyes. "Anyone home?" Tyche sounded just as irritated as Vulcan. Tyche glared at him, her emerald eyes flashing with annoyance. "What's *wrong* with you?"
"Excuse me," he muttered, picking up his lunch tray and depositing it in the trash. He wandered out of the cafeteria, feeling utterly ridiculous. Glancing at his friends talking intensely, no doubt about what a loony he was being.
And they were probably right. Maybe he should approach her, and...
No. No. It couldn't be. He focused on a geeky looking boy who had just entered from a side door.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Gee, big brother, I missed you too," Dallas Redfern sneered pleasantly. "I just transferred here. Thought I'd check out life beyond an enclave."
If Dallas were here, then it was normally not good. He was a known trouble maker. And if he Learned Cassanova was in love with a *human*...
"What's the big deal, anyway?" Dallas asked. "The Great Lover's afraid I'm gonna put the moves on his girl?"
"Drop dead," Cassanova snapped, glaring furiously and uselessly before stalking off down the hall. How come nothing seemed to be going right for him lately?
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"What the hell is your problem?"
Cassanova Redfern blinked, extremely embarrassed to find his head in the clouds.
"You've got more air in that head of yours than brains!" his best friend Vulcan Stillman was eyeing him as if he were nuts. "So who is she? You're dating a Drache Princess, for Christ's sake, what more could you want?" Vulcan glanced over to the group of girls that Cassanova had been staring at in the cafeteria that lunch period.
Of which *she* was part of. The blond in the group turned, flashing him a dazzling smile.
"That's Helen Mandrill. She's not bad, I guess. If you're through with Tyche..."
"I'm *not* through with Tyche," he snapped. "And who are you to talk? You're dating Jacina Harman."
Female Harmans were supposed to be rare. Yet more and more seemed to be popping up all over the place in the last few months. It wasn't the vampire girl had Cassanova's attention. It wasn't even her shapeshifter friend. It was the human.
But how could he say that to Vulcan? Just loving the girl was enough to earn them both a death sentence.
He blinked when a slender hand waved in front of his eyes. "Anyone home?" Tyche sounded just as irritated as Vulcan. Tyche glared at him, her emerald eyes flashing with annoyance. "What's *wrong* with you?"
"Excuse me," he muttered, picking up his lunch tray and depositing it in the trash. He wandered out of the cafeteria, feeling utterly ridiculous. Glancing at his friends talking intensely, no doubt about what a loony he was being.
And they were probably right. Maybe he should approach her, and...
No. No. It couldn't be. He focused on a geeky looking boy who had just entered from a side door.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Gee, big brother, I missed you too," Dallas Redfern sneered pleasantly. "I just transferred here. Thought I'd check out life beyond an enclave."
If Dallas were here, then it was normally not good. He was a known trouble maker. And if he Learned Cassanova was in love with a *human*...
"What's the big deal, anyway?" Dallas asked. "The Great Lover's afraid I'm gonna put the moves on his girl?"
"Drop dead," Cassanova snapped, glaring furiously and uselessly before stalking off down the hall. How come nothing seemed to be going right for him lately?
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