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Chapter 38— Jiana Heero
I was still feeling rather irate, and—had I bothered to think about it—I would have had to admit it was because I was very, very, very confused about Trunks. People randomly kissing me wasn't something that happened every day. I mean, I suppose I'm pretty enough, but I'm really shy. And I think it comes off as arrogance. With people reading me as cold and aloof … well, you get the idea.
Except Trunks didn't. He seemed to see past my protective layer of ice, and that frightened me. And he couldn't (or wouldn't) say why he had kissed me. It did nothing to assure me of his motives, the whole 'I don't know' thing, and I was deathly afraid that he was just toying with me.
Not that I admitted I knew this, even to myself. I just sat upstairs with a pair of irritable vampires and three teenagers, twirling my hair around my fingers. There were others, yes, but they moved in and out, up and down the stairs. Only we six were constants. Stuck.
Angel was being silent and broody. He did that well, and he didn't seem to mind that he'd been doing it pretty much since he'd arrived. Apparently silent brooding was as good a way to pass the time as silent thinking was.
The blondes—Draco and Spike, I mean—were both being pouty. They interjected occasional whining and demands, all of which I ignored. My lips quirked into a tiny smile, or perhaps a smirk. It was amazing how similar those two were. I was tempted to think that Draco had gone back in time and wound up becoming Spike, but "William the Bloody" was likely Sir William Topaz McGonagall, a real-life person who was known for being a "bloody bad poet" just like Spike. Besides, Spike's hair was bleached and Draco's was naturally that color.
Luna was singing some nonsense song softly to herself, playing with her hair. She seemed perfectly content, though Neville was anything but. In fact, he seemed to be even more nervous than usual, eyeing Luna and Draco with equal unease. Every once in a while he'd glance over at the vampires and turn white.
I was fine with just sitting there and watching. It gave me time to think. It wasn't until dinner was brought up that I bothered to move except for idle shifting into new positions.