Fated (The Soul Seekers #1)(51)
Despite a lifetime of being told to remain unobtrusive, in this case I’ve already failed. I’ve been spotted, picked out of the crowd, so there’s really no point in acting submissive.
“No psychos?” My eyes dart among them, until I settle on the ringleader and take a step toward her. “Then how do you explain yourself? Did they bend the rules for you?”
Her eyes bulge. Her face burns with rage. As her sidekicks stand mutely beside her, too shocked to react, or at least not right away.
She steps toward me, face scrunched and feral, but I remain in my place, staring her down and keeping my cool.
She has no idea who I am. Has no idea what I’m capable of, the kind of magick I’ve been practicing since I completed my vision quest. A verbal insult is nothing. She’s getting off easy.
With her face just inches from mine, so close I can just make out the circle of pink, unhealed skin surrounding her Marilyn piercing, she reaches for my shoulder, presumably to give me a nice good shove—start a fight she cannot, will not, win—when he appears, masquerading in his favorite role as the noble white knight on a mission to save me.
“These girls messing with you?” He stops the girl from going any further by sliding his arm tightly around her and pulling her close to his side, the move instantly subduing her to silence. His gaze fixed on mine when he adds, “Or, maybe it’s the other way around—you bothering them?” He throws his head back and laughs, the sound so alluring, so magnetic, it causes the girls to forget about me and train their focus on him. “Sorry you got off to a rough start.” He smiles. Extends his right hand. “Maybe I can make up for it. We’ve met a few times already, I know, but never formally, so now’s my big chance—I’m Cade. Cade Richter.”
His hand hovers before me, but I make no move to take it, no move to acknowledge it. “I know exactly who you are,” I tell him, noting the way his lip twitches with delight, as his gaze connects with mine. The two of us knowing what no one else does, I’m no longer hiding.
It’s me against him.
Santos vs. Richter.
Seeker vs. El Coyote.
The game is now on.
I turn, determined to leave it at that, or at least for now anyway. There’s no need to rush into anything, especially when Paloma still has so much more to teach me.
Doing my best to ignore him when he calls out from behind, “Allow me to be the first to welcome you to Milagro High! If you should need anything, I am at your service.” His words met by a chorus of laughter that bursts out all around him.
I pick up the pace, moving so fast I’m practically sprinting. Slowing only when I’ve rounded a corner where I stop, sag against the wall, and fight to catch my breath. Relieved to know it’s not Cade who set my heart beating triple time, I can and will deal with him. It’s the mean girl stuff that got me off kilter. Having avoided school all these years, I’ve never had to deal with that sort of thing.
On the set, the snootier stars always kept to themselves, figuring they were far too important to mingle with the likes of the lesser cast and crew. This is my first time being bullied. And while I’m sure I could’ve done better—I definitely could’ve done worse.
Much worse.
She’ll think twice before she messes with me again.
Or not.
There’s just as good a chance she’s roaming the halls, sharpening her talons, gathering the troops, and gearing up for a grisly round two.
Great. First day of school and I’m doomed. The enemy turns out to be someone Paloma never even warned me about.
“Coulda been worse.”
I lift my head to find a small slim girl with light brown hair, delicate features, a beautiful heart-shaped face, and soft gray eyes that look just to the right of me.
“Being a brunette’s safer. If you were blond, they would’ve eaten you alive, for sure.”
I peer at her closer, noting the way her gaze fails to meet mine, how she grips a red-tipped white cane in her hand—all of which leads me to believe there’s no way she could know what hair color I have.
“Last new girl didn’t fare so well,” she continues. “Mostly on account of her being a natural blue-eyed blonde, she didn’t stand a chance around here. Lasted just shy of two months before she called it quits and enrolled in Internet school.” She shrugs. “It’s too bad. I really did like her. But I have a feeling you’ll do a lot better. Try to hang in there. Though I’m not gonna lie—chances are they’ll never come around. Yet, with your dark hair and green eyes, at least you’ll blend in, which makes you way less of a threat. If you stay out of their way, eventually they’ll grow bored and stay out of yours. That said, Cade could pose a problem. He seems to be pretty intrigued by you—and Lita, the ringleader, is not going to like that. They’ve had an off-and-on thing for years now. Even when they’re officially off, she doesn’t quite see it that way, and any girl who goes after him ends up regretting it.” She cocks her head to the side, as though working a serious mental equation—calculating the statistical probability of my surviving this school.
Then focusing on me again, well, not really focusing, more like acknowledging, she says, “I’m Sochee. That’s how it’s pronounced: So—chee. I tell you that because if you saw the way it was spelled, you’d never guess. Anyway, It’s X-O-T-I-C-H-L, and just so you know, it means flower. Some people pronounce it with a soft T at the end, or even a shee or sheel sound instead of chee—but Sochee is the way I was taught to say it, so that’s how I say it.” She nods, signaling that’s the end of it and I can’t help but feel relieved; my head is spinning from just about everything she just said.