Part 14
What was she hiding? Ginger was supposed to be bright and cheerful, yet to Sam, the following morning, she seemed to be walking around with the weight of the world on her shoulders. She was unusually quiet and sat there staring blankly. Marissa too, looked like she had something on her mind. She was acting snappy and snobby, looking down at everyone and yelling at them every time they did the slightest thing wrong. Then again, Sam himself wasn't doing any better.
He was dreading crossing paths with Meegan Hawthorne. He hadn't uttered a word to anyone about their soulmate connection, and was not looking forward to approaching the subject. He didn't particularly want the thing to work out. Who wanted a serial killer for a soulmate?
"God, what is wrong with everyone this morning?" Trent Abforth, a rare male witch asked, shaking his head of curly dark hair as he munched on Pop Tarts just popped from the toaster. "You guys look like the world's gonna end before lunch."
"Shut up," Marissa snapped, taking her car keys out of a cupboard. "I'm going. Anyone want a ride?"
"You're not going to try to kill those of us who accept are you?" Dayna Harman, the group's other witch, chimed in.
"Believe me, it's tempting," Marissa answered, picking up her books off the kitchen table and walking off, head held high. Ginger hesitated a moment, then hurried after her.
Sam sighed, and followed. There was no way he could avoid high school. He was there for a purpose, and couldn't skip out. After all, only yesterday he had been giving Ginger lectures on responsibility the other night. He'd reminded her there were not there for undercover but information. They just weren't gathering the right kind of information to take to Circle Daybreak.
He decided to walk, hoping it would clear his head to focus on the day ahead. Marissa had shown him the route the other day. Unfortunately, all he got was a feeling of foreboding in the pit of his stomach.
She was hoping she'd somehow feel different, waking up in the morning. Meegan was annoyed to find she felt as annoyed and pissed off as she had the previous day. Plus side was this morning Sincerity wasn't hammering on her door, or yanking back the covers, so she guessed that was one good thing.
She dragged herself up and took a shower. Now came the problem of finding something to wear to keep up with her new image. She didn't have any more leather clothing hidden away. She pulled a pair of Ralph Lauren jeans out the wardrobe and the scissors from her vanity table, and cut the jeans off, just above the knee, making them into shorts and slipped them on. Pulling open a draw she rummaged through a pile of t-shirts until she found a black top with a scoop neck that curved into a v-shape at the bottom, the top was backless, but tied on with three black silk strings. On the front was a picture of a multi- florescent coloured phoenix. Not as dark as yesterday, but not bad, she thought, adding a touch of hot pink eyeshadow and kohl around her eyes. With some dark plumb lipstick, the look was complete. She'd have to go shopping for a new wardrobe sometime soon.
The whispering and gawking began as it had the other day, but today, it just didn't have the same thrill as it had yesterday. Most of the people who usually crowded round her the minute Meegan arrived were avoiding her. She saw Brian with two cheerleaders, all three quickly turned away when they saw her coming.
Meegan watched them. This was what you wanted, right? she told herself. But was it? The novelty was fast wearing off. Did being different and her own person meant being ignored.
"Might as well get used to this." Victoria fell into step with her.
Meegan scowled. "Since when was being different bad?"
Victoria's laugh was throaty and disturbing. "Since always. As I said, get used to it." Victoria walked off.
Meegan stared after try, trying to figure out what that girl's deal was. Was Victoria a friend or what? Yesterday that had seemed like a possibility. Today...she just wasn't sure. Meegan's head was swimming. She just didn't want to deal with first period American History. She turned and hurried back outside, pushing people out her way.
"Oh, shit!" As she knocked into one person, a painful jolt ran through her body, making her shudder in a bizarre mixture of pleasure and pain. She didn't even look to see who it was, just grabbed the person and kissed them.
She felt his hands clutching at her, roaming hungrily all over her body as his tongue explored her mouth. Light was blazing around her and him, fusing their minds together in a harmonious glow of warmth and absolute, uncontrollable desire.
Let's get out of herehis voice spoke in her mind. Meegan nodded in agreement.
Two hours later she and Sam lay in each other's arms in his room in the Daybreak safehouse. "This was not what I had in mind," she grumbled.
"The third or fourth time?" Sam asked, eyeing her, smiling.
"That's not what I meant!" Meegan snapped, shoving him away from her.
"What's the problem? We're both werewolves, why - "
"We're on different sides," Meegan snapped. "I - I have a job to do, and you're not getting in the way." She got out the bed and dressed hurriedly. She left without saying a word to Sam. She debated on going to Shadow's place rather than back to high school, but really didn't want to run into that asshole of a boyfriend of hers.
After walking in what seemed to her like an aimless direction she found herself back at school. Maybe it would provide the distraction she was looking for.
Sam didn't know what to think. When Meegan had knocked into him again and sparked off the whole soulmate connection, he had automatically expected her to freak and run,
Today, things had gone - well - certainly nothing like he had been thinking. He hadn't been prepared to give into the passion the soulmate spark enticed, nor had he been expected to go to bed with Meegan.
He was only after a few hours of heated passion that she'd started freaking out, Sam knew better than to try and stop her. This didn't exactly improve his situation. Now she knew he was - and would probably guess what he was doing in town.
Sighing, Sam got out of bed and dressed. One minute Meegan was all over him, and the next...
"What are you doing here?"
Half way down the stairs Sam could see Marissa coming in the front door. He shrugged. "I ran into my soulmate. We got busy, then she freaked."
Marissa closed the front door. "Who's the soulmate."
"Meegan Hawthorne."
Marissa's eyebrows arched. "You're kidding."
"I wish I was. Now I'm in an impossible situation and she's in complete denial," Sam told her. He felt a little better for actually admitting the truth to someone. Didn't change things, though.
"That's - " Marissa trailed off.
"Exactly."
What was she hiding? Ginger was supposed to be bright and cheerful, yet to Sam, the following morning, she seemed to be walking around with the weight of the world on her shoulders. She was unusually quiet and sat there staring blankly. Marissa too, looked like she had something on her mind. She was acting snappy and snobby, looking down at everyone and yelling at them every time they did the slightest thing wrong. Then again, Sam himself wasn't doing any better.
He was dreading crossing paths with Meegan Hawthorne. He hadn't uttered a word to anyone about their soulmate connection, and was not looking forward to approaching the subject. He didn't particularly want the thing to work out. Who wanted a serial killer for a soulmate?
"God, what is wrong with everyone this morning?" Trent Abforth, a rare male witch asked, shaking his head of curly dark hair as he munched on Pop Tarts just popped from the toaster. "You guys look like the world's gonna end before lunch."
"Shut up," Marissa snapped, taking her car keys out of a cupboard. "I'm going. Anyone want a ride?"
"You're not going to try to kill those of us who accept are you?" Dayna Harman, the group's other witch, chimed in.
"Believe me, it's tempting," Marissa answered, picking up her books off the kitchen table and walking off, head held high. Ginger hesitated a moment, then hurried after her.
Sam sighed, and followed. There was no way he could avoid high school. He was there for a purpose, and couldn't skip out. After all, only yesterday he had been giving Ginger lectures on responsibility the other night. He'd reminded her there were not there for undercover but information. They just weren't gathering the right kind of information to take to Circle Daybreak.
He decided to walk, hoping it would clear his head to focus on the day ahead. Marissa had shown him the route the other day. Unfortunately, all he got was a feeling of foreboding in the pit of his stomach.
She was hoping she'd somehow feel different, waking up in the morning. Meegan was annoyed to find she felt as annoyed and pissed off as she had the previous day. Plus side was this morning Sincerity wasn't hammering on her door, or yanking back the covers, so she guessed that was one good thing.
She dragged herself up and took a shower. Now came the problem of finding something to wear to keep up with her new image. She didn't have any more leather clothing hidden away. She pulled a pair of Ralph Lauren jeans out the wardrobe and the scissors from her vanity table, and cut the jeans off, just above the knee, making them into shorts and slipped them on. Pulling open a draw she rummaged through a pile of t-shirts until she found a black top with a scoop neck that curved into a v-shape at the bottom, the top was backless, but tied on with three black silk strings. On the front was a picture of a multi- florescent coloured phoenix. Not as dark as yesterday, but not bad, she thought, adding a touch of hot pink eyeshadow and kohl around her eyes. With some dark plumb lipstick, the look was complete. She'd have to go shopping for a new wardrobe sometime soon.
The whispering and gawking began as it had the other day, but today, it just didn't have the same thrill as it had yesterday. Most of the people who usually crowded round her the minute Meegan arrived were avoiding her. She saw Brian with two cheerleaders, all three quickly turned away when they saw her coming.
Meegan watched them. This was what you wanted, right? she told herself. But was it? The novelty was fast wearing off. Did being different and her own person meant being ignored.
"Might as well get used to this." Victoria fell into step with her.
Meegan scowled. "Since when was being different bad?"
Victoria's laugh was throaty and disturbing. "Since always. As I said, get used to it." Victoria walked off.
Meegan stared after try, trying to figure out what that girl's deal was. Was Victoria a friend or what? Yesterday that had seemed like a possibility. Today...she just wasn't sure. Meegan's head was swimming. She just didn't want to deal with first period American History. She turned and hurried back outside, pushing people out her way.
"Oh, shit!" As she knocked into one person, a painful jolt ran through her body, making her shudder in a bizarre mixture of pleasure and pain. She didn't even look to see who it was, just grabbed the person and kissed them.
She felt his hands clutching at her, roaming hungrily all over her body as his tongue explored her mouth. Light was blazing around her and him, fusing their minds together in a harmonious glow of warmth and absolute, uncontrollable desire.
Let's get out of herehis voice spoke in her mind. Meegan nodded in agreement.
Two hours later she and Sam lay in each other's arms in his room in the Daybreak safehouse. "This was not what I had in mind," she grumbled.
"The third or fourth time?" Sam asked, eyeing her, smiling.
"That's not what I meant!" Meegan snapped, shoving him away from her.
"What's the problem? We're both werewolves, why - "
"We're on different sides," Meegan snapped. "I - I have a job to do, and you're not getting in the way." She got out the bed and dressed hurriedly. She left without saying a word to Sam. She debated on going to Shadow's place rather than back to high school, but really didn't want to run into that asshole of a boyfriend of hers.
After walking in what seemed to her like an aimless direction she found herself back at school. Maybe it would provide the distraction she was looking for.
Sam didn't know what to think. When Meegan had knocked into him again and sparked off the whole soulmate connection, he had automatically expected her to freak and run,
Today, things had gone - well - certainly nothing like he had been thinking. He hadn't been prepared to give into the passion the soulmate spark enticed, nor had he been expected to go to bed with Meegan.
He was only after a few hours of heated passion that she'd started freaking out, Sam knew better than to try and stop her. This didn't exactly improve his situation. Now she knew he was - and would probably guess what he was doing in town.
Sighing, Sam got out of bed and dressed. One minute Meegan was all over him, and the next...
"What are you doing here?"
Half way down the stairs Sam could see Marissa coming in the front door. He shrugged. "I ran into my soulmate. We got busy, then she freaked."
Marissa closed the front door. "Who's the soulmate."
"Meegan Hawthorne."
Marissa's eyebrows arched. "You're kidding."
"I wish I was. Now I'm in an impossible situation and she's in complete denial," Sam told her. He felt a little better for actually admitting the truth to someone. Didn't change things, though.
"That's - " Marissa trailed off.
"Exactly."