Free Onyx by Jennifer L. Armentrout

asked in a tired, bored voice.
    “W-what?” Simon stuttered. He looked around frantically, and then his eyes settled on the book. “No, I knocked my book off the desk. Sorry.”
    He let out a loud sigh. “Well, then pick it up.”
    There were a few scattered chuckles from the other students. Simon was beet red as he swiped the book off the floor. He placed it in the middle of his desk and continued staring at it.
    After the class settled down and the teacher turned back to the chalkboard, Daemon poked me with his pen. I twisted around.
    “What was that?” he whispered, eyes narrowed. There was no mistaking the amusement in the tilt to his lips, though. “Very bad kitty…”
    …
     
    Blake arrived to bio minutes before the bell. He was wearing a vintage Super Mario Bros. shirt today. “You look…”
    “Like crap?” I supplied, resting my cheek on my fist. I had no idea how to prepare myself for seeing him after the branch issue. Playing it cool wasn’t something I was particularly skilled at.
    “I was going to say tired.” His eyes narrowed as he watched me. “Are you okay?”
    I nodded. “Look, about yesterday? I’m sorry I freaked out. The branch—”
    “Scared you?” he said, eyes locked onto mine. “It’s no big deal. It shocked me, too. It all happened quickly, but I’d swear that branch stopped.” He tilted his head to the side. “Like it was suspended for a few seconds.”
    “I…” What was I supposed to say? Deny. Deny. Deny . “I don’t know. Maybe the wind caught it or something.”
    “Yeah, maybe. Anyway, the big party is coming up.”
    I smiled faintly, relieved at the change in topic. Would it be that easy? Damn. I was a better liar than Daemon gave me credit for. “You coming?”
    “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
    “Good.” I toyed with my pen, remembering what Daemon had said about not hanging out with Blake. Screw that. “I’m glad you’re coming.”
    Blake’s smile was infectious. We chatted for a little while about the party, waiting for class to begin. A couple of times, his hand brushed mine. I doubted it was on accident. And I liked that. There wasn’t anything forcing him to do it, except that maybe he wanted to touch me. He seemed to like me all on his own, and that made him a thousand times more attractive. And, well, that boyish smile of his helped. I could see him shirtless, surfing the waves. He was totally dateable.
    Taking a deep breath, I did something I rarely ever did. “You can stop by my place first, before the party, if you want?”
    His lashes lowered, fanning his golden cheeks. “That sounds cool. Like a date?”
    I flushed. “Yeah, kind of. I guess you can say that.”
    Blake leaned in, his breath surprisingly cool on my cheeks. Minty. “I’m not sure I like the ’kind of’ thing. I like the idea of calling it a date.”
    My gaze flicked up, meeting his. The little specks of green in his eyes were nowhere near as vibrant as Daemon’s—why was I even thinking about him? “We can call it a date.”
    He sat back. “Sounds better.”
    I smiled, glancing down at my notebook. A date—not dinner-and-the-movies kind of date—but a date nonetheless. We exchanged numbers. I gave him directions. Excitement bubbled through me. I snuck a look at him. He was watching me with a crooked smile on his face.
    Oh, the party just got a whole lot more interesting.
    I refused to think about what Daemon would do when he saw me arrive with Blake. A small part of me wondered if I’d asked Blake just to find out.
    …
     
    Curled up on my couch after school on Thursday, Dee toyed with a ring on her finger and kept her voice low due to Mom sleeping upstairs. “The new boy seems to really have the hots for you.”
    I plopped down beside her. “You think so?”
    Dee smiled, but it was off. “Yeah, I think so. I’m surprised you’re actually okay with him coming to the party. I really thought…”
    “You thought what?”
    Her gaze skittered away. “I