about him." She looked at me, eyes glistening with tears.
"Does that make me a bad person?"
"No," I said fiercely. "I try not to think about my dad, because it hurts too much sometimes."
"We were close, me and Dawson." She wiped a hand across her face. "Daemon was always the quiet one, off doing things on his own, but Dawson and I were super close. We did everything together. He was more than a brother.
He was my best friend." I didn't know what to say. But it certainly explained the almost desperate quality to Dee's friendship, and that common feeling we each recognized in the other. Loneliness. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I didn't understand and..." And I was a nosy bitch.
"No, it's okay." She twisted toward me. "I would be curious, too. I totally understand. And I should've told you. I'm such a crappy friend that you find out about my other brother from kids at school."
"I was confused. There's been so much..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "Nothing. When you're ready to talk about him, I'm here. Okay?" Dee nodded. "There's been so much what?" Talking to her about all the weird crap wouldn't be good. And I had promised Daemon not to talk about the attack. I forced a smile.
"It's nothing. So do you think I have to watch my back now? Go into the Witness Protection Program?" She let out a shaky laugh. "Well, I wouldn't try to talk to Ash anytime soon." Figured that much. "What about Daemon?"
"Good question," she said, glancing away.
"I have no idea what he'll do."
...
The next day, I was dreading second period.
My stomach was twisted, and I'd been unable to eat breakfast without wanting to hurl. There was no doubt in my mind that Daemon believed revenge was a dish best served in my face.
As soon as Lesa and Carissa arrived at class, they demanded to know what possessed me to dump my plate of spaghetti on Daemon's and Ash's heads.
I shrugged. "Ash was being a bitch." I'm sure I seemed a lot more confident than I felt. I actually wanted to take the whole thing back.
Sure, Ash was being rude and embarrassed me, but hadn't I done the same thing to her? If I was the girl who dumped spaghetti on them, then she was the dumpee and that's got to be more embarrassing.
I was ashamed. I'd never done anything to make anyone feel bad before. It was as though Daemon's obnoxious personality was rubbing off on me, and I didn't like it. I decided it would be best for everyone if I stayed the hell away from him from now on.
Eyes wide, Lesa leaned across the aisle.
"And what about Daemon?"
"He's always an ass," I told them.
Carissa took off her glasses and giggled. "I honestly wish I'd known you were going to do that. I would've filmed it."
Thinking about that being up on YouTube, I cringed as I watched the door.
"Rumor around school is you and Daemon hooked up over the summer." Lesa seemed to wait for me to confirm the rumor. Not in this lifetime.
"People are ridiculous."
I held their gazes until Carissa coughed and asked, "You're going to sit with us today?" She put her glasses back on with a push on the bridge.
Surprised, I blinked at her. "You still want me to sit with you after yesterday?" I was figuring I'd be eating my lunches in the restroom for the rest of the year.
Lesa nodded. "Are you kidding? We think you rock. We don't have any problems with them, but I'm sure there have been a few students who've wanted to do that."
"And it was pretty badass," Carissa added, grinning. "You were like a food ninja."
I laughed, relieved. "I'd love to, but I'm only here until fourth period. I'm getting my splint off today."
"Oh, you're going to miss the pep rally," Lesa said. "Poor you. Are you going to the game tonight?"
"No. Football isn't my thing."
"Neither is it ours, but you still should go." Lesa popped in her seat, her tight curls bouncing around her heart-shaped face. "Carissa and I usually go just to get out and do something.
There's isn't much to do around here."
"Well, there are the field parties after the games." Carissa pushed her bangs out of her glasses. "Lesa always drags me to them." Lesa rolled her eyes. "Carissa doesn't drink."
"So?" Carissa said.
"And she doesn't smoke, have sex, or do anything interesting." Lesa dodged out of the way of Carissa's swinging hand.