such, he stared straight at me. I would have thought it was just an accident or something, but he looked at me before he started the monologue, and then again as he was leaving the room." I sighed and squirmed a little, uncomfortable with their way too piercing looks. "Never mind. It was probably just part of his act."
"Erik Night is the hottest damn thing at this entire school," Shaunee said.
"Forget that--he's the hottest damn thing on this planet," Erin said.
"He's not hotter than Kenny Chesney," Stevie Rae said quickly.
"Okay, just please with your country obsession!" Shaunee frowned at Stevie Rae before turning her attention back to me. "Do not let this opportunity pass you by."
"Yeah," Erin echoed. "Do not."
"Pass me by? What am I supposed to do? He didn't even say anything to me."
"Uh, Zoey honey, did you smile back at the boy?" Damien asked.
I blinked. Had I smiled back at him? Ah, crap. I bet I hadn't. I bet I just sat there and stared like a moron and maybe even drooled. Okay, well, I might not have drooled, but still. "I dunno," I said instead of the sad truth, which didn't fool Damien at all.
He snorted. "Next time smile at him."
"And maybe say hi," Stevie Rae said.
"I thought Erik was a just pretty face," Shaunee said. "And body," Erin added.
"Until he dumped Aphrodite," Shaunee continued. "When he did that I realized the boy might have something going on upstairs."
"We can already tell he has it going on downstairs!" Erin said, waggling her eyebrows.
"Uh-huh!" Shaunee said, licking her lips like she was contemplating eating a big piece of chocolate.
"You two are gross," Damien said.
"We only meant that he has the cutest butt in town, Miss Priss," Shaunee said.
"As if you haven't noticed," Erin said.
"If you started talking to Erik it would really piss off Aphrodite." Stevie Rae said.
Everyone turned and stared at Stevie Rae as if she'd just parted the Red Sea or something.
"It's true," Damien said.
"Very true," Shaunee said while Erin nodded.
"So the rumor is he used to go out with Aphrodite," I said.
"Yep," Erin said.
"The rumor is grotesque but true," Shaunee said. "Which makes it even better that now he likes you!"
"Guys, he was probably just staring at my weird Mark," I blurted. "Maybe not. You're really cute, Zoey," Stevie Rae said with a sweet smile.
"Or maybe your Mark made him look, and then he thought you were cute so he kept looking," Damien said.
"Either way, his looking will definitely piss Aphrodite off," Shaunee said.
"Which is a good thing," Erin said.
Stevie Rae waved away their comments. "Just forget about Aphrodite and your Mark and all that other stuff. Next time he smiles at you, say hi. That's all."
"Easy," Shaunee said.
"Peasy," Erin said.
"Okay," I mumbled and went back to my salad, wishing desperately that the whole Erik Night issue was as easy-peasy as they thought it was.
One thing about lunch at the House of Night was the same as lunch at SIHS or any other school I'd ever eaten at--it was over too soon. And then Spanish class was a blur. Profesora Garmy was like a little Hispanic whirlwind. I liked her right away (her tattoos looked oddly like feathers, so she reminded me of a little Spanish bird), but she ran the class speaking entirely in Spanish. Entirely. I should probably mention here that I haven't had Spanish since eighth grade, and I freely admit to not paying much attention to it then. So I was pretty lost, but I wrote down the homework and promised myself that I'd study the vocab words. I hate being lost.
Intro to Equestrian Studies was held in the Field House. It was a long, low brick building over by the south wall, attached to a huge indoor riding arena. The whole place had that sawdusty, horsey smell that mixed with leather to form something that was pleasant, even though you know that part of the "pleasant" scent was poopie--horse poopie.
I stood nervously with a small group of kids just inside the corral where a tall, stern-faced upperclassman had directed us to wait. There were only about ten of us, and we were all third formers. Oh, (great) that annoying redheaded Elliott kid was slouching against the wall kicking at the sawdust floor. He raised enough dust to make the girl standing closest to him sneeze. She threw him a dirty look and moved a few steps away. God, did he irritate everyone? And why couldn't he use some product (or