Untamed (House of Night #4)(7)



"Oh, eew," Jack said. "I'd get dog hair in my mouth and that'd be nasty."

"Stark, this is Jack. He's Damien's boyfriend." I decided to get the introductions and the possible Oh, no! He's a fag! issues out of the way.

"Hi," Jack said with a really sweet smile.

"Yeah, hi," Stark said. It wasn't a hugely warm hi, but he didn't seem to be giving off any homophobe vibes.

"And this is Erin and Shaunee." I pointed to each of them in turn. "They also answer to Twin, which will make sense once you've known them for about two-point-five minutes."

"Hey, there," Shaunee said, giving him a very obvious look.

"Ditto," Erin said, giving him an identical look.

"This is Aphrodite," I said.

His slightly sarcastic smile was back. "So you're the Goddess of Love. I've heard a lot about you."

Aphrodite was looking at Stark with a weird intensity that didn't seem particularly flirtatious, but when he spoke to her, she automatically executed a truly spectacular hair flip and said, "Hi. I like it when I'm recognized."

His smile widened and got even more sarcastic as he gave a little laugh. "It'd be hard not to recognize you--the name's pretty obvious."

I watched as Aphrodite's intense look instantly dissipated and was replaced by her much more familiar public expression of snobby disdain, but before she could verbally begin to slice up the new kid, Damien spoke. "Stark, I'll show you where the trays and stuff are." He stood up and then stopped in front of Duchess, looking more than a little confused.

"No worries," Stark said. "She'll stay put. As long as no cats do anything stupid."

His gaze had shifted to Nala, who was the only cat left close to Duchess. Nala hadn't started growling again, but she was perched on my lap, staring unblinkingly at the dog, and I could feel the tension in her body. "Nala will be good," I said, hoping she would. I really had no control over my cat. Hell, who actually had control over any cat?

"All right, then." He gave me a quick nod before telling the dog, "Duchess, stay!" Sure enough, when he followed Damien over to the main line, Duchess stayed.

"You know, dogs are a lot louder than cats," Jack said, studying Duchess like she was a science experiment.

"It's all that panting they do," Erin said.

"And they're more flatulent than cats, Twin," Shaunee said. "My mom has those ginormic standard poodles, and they are some gaseous creatures."

"Okay, well, this has really been not fun," Aphrodite said. "I'm out of here."

"Don't you want to stay around and make eyes at the new guy?" Shaunee asked in a too-nice voice.

"Yeah, and he seemed to like you so much," Erin said sweetly.

"I'll leave the new guy to you two, which is only right, being as he likes dogs so much. Zoey, come by my room when you're done with your nerd herd. I want to talk to you about something before the Council Meeting." And with a hair fling and a sneer for the Twins, she left the cafeteria.

"She's not actually as bad as she pretends to be," I told the Twins. They gave me disbelieving looks and I shrugged. "It's just that she pretends to be bad a lot."

"Well, we say please, just please, to her crappy attitude," Erin said.

"Aphrodite makes us understand why women have drowned their babies," Shaunee said.

"Just try to give Aphrodite a chance," I said. "She's started letting me in past that hateful crap she puts up. You'll see. She can be nice sometimes."

The Twins didn't say anything for a couple of seconds, then they looked at each other, and at the same time they shook their heads and rolled their eyes. I sighed again.

"But on to a much more important topic," Erin said.

"Yeah, the new hottie," Shaunee said.

"Check out his butt," Erin said.

"I wish he'd sag them jeans a little so I could get a better look," Shaunee said.

"Twin, sagging is seriously lame. It's so clich?d gang-wannabe circa 1990s. Hotties should just say no to it," Erin said.

"I'd still like to see his butt, Twin," Shaunee said. Then she glanced over at me and smiled. It was a reserved version of her old, friendly grin, but at least it wasn't the sarcastic wariness she'd been treating me with for the past couple days. "So, what do you think? Is he Christian Bale hot, or just Tobey Maguire hot?"

I wanted to burst into happy tears and yell, Yea! You guys are starting to talk to me again! Instead I acted like I had some sense and joined the Twins in checking out the new kid.

Okay, so they were right. Stark was cute. He was medium tall, not quarterback tall like my human ex-boyfriend, Heath, or abnormally gorgeous Superman tall like my fledgling-turned-vampyre ex-boyfriend, Erik. But he wasn't short, either. Actually, he was about Damien's height. He was kinda on the thin side, but I could see muscles through his old T-shirt, and his arms were definitely yummy. He had cute, messy guy hair, that sandy color between blond and brown. His face was okay, too, with a strong chin, straight nose, big brown eyes, and nice lips. So, dissected into separate parts, Stark was an okay- looking kid. As I watched him, I realized that what took him from meh to hot was his intensity and his confidence. He moved like everything he did was deliberate, but that the deliberateness was tinged with sarcasm. It was like he was a part of the world, and at the same time he was flipping it off.

P.C. Cast, Kristin C's Books