through the door before him.
'I should smack the crap out of that jerk!' Stevie Rae said, hurrying up to Damien, who was waiting for us.
He shook his head. 'Don't worry about it. That Elliott kid has major problems.'
'Yeah, like having poopie for brains,' I said, staring down the hall at the slug's back. His hair was certainly unattractive.
'Poopie for brains?' Damien laughed and linked one arm though mine and one through Stevie Rae's, leading us down the hall Wizard of Oz fashion. 'That's what I like about our Zoey,' he said. 'She has such a way with vulgar language.'
'Poopie's not vulgar,' I said defensively.
'I think that's his point, honey,' Stevie Rae laughed.
'Oh.' I laughed, too, and I really, really liked how it sounded when he'd said 'our' Zoey . like I belonged…like I might be home.
CHAPTER 14
Fencing was totally cool, which was a surprise. Class was held in a huge room off the gym that looked like a dance studio, complete with a floor-to-ceiling wall of mirrors. Hanging from the ceiling along one side were weird life-sized manikins that reminded me of three-dimensional shooting targets. Everyone called Professor Lankford Dragon Lankford, or just Dragon. It didn't take me long to figure out why. His tattoo represented two dragons whose bodies, serpent-like, wrapped down over his jaw line. Their heads were over his brows and their mouths were open, breathing fire at the crescent moon. It was amazing and hard not to stare at. Plus, Dragon was the first male adult vampyre I'd seen up close. At first he confused me. I guess if you'd asked me what I expected from a male vampyre I would have said his opposite. Honestly, I had the movie-star vampyre stereotype in mind—tall, dangerous, handsome. You know, like Vin Diesel. Anyway, Dragon is short, has long blondish hair that he pulls back in a low ponytail, and (except for the fierce looking dragon tattoo) has a cute face with a warm smile It was only when he began leading the class through its warm-up exercises that I began to realize his power. From the instant he held the sword (which I later found out was called an epee) in the traditional salute he seemed to become someone else—someone who moved with unbelievable quickness and grace. He feinted and lunged and effortlessly made the rest of the class—even the kids who were pretty good, like Damien—look like awkward puppets. When he finished leading the warm-ups, the Dragon paired everyone off and had them work on what he called 'the standards.' I was relieved when he motioned for Damien to be my partner.
'Zoey, it's good to have you join the House of Night,' Dragon said, shaking my hand in the traditional Amazon vampyre greeting. 'Damien can explain the different parts of the fencing uniform to you, and I'll get you a handout to study over the next few days. I am assuming you've had no previous instruction in the sport?'
'No, I haven't,' I said, and then added nervously, 'but I'd like to learn. I mean, the whole idea of using a sword is just cool.'
Dragon smiled. 'Foil,' he corrected, 'you'll be learning how to use a foil. It's the lightest weight of the three types of weapons we have here, and an excellent choice for women. Did you know that fencing is one of the very few sports where women and men can compete on entirely equal terms?'
'No,' I said, instantly intrigued. How cool would it be to kick a guy's butt at a sport?!
'This is because the intelligent and focused fencer can successfully compensate for any perceived deficiencies he or she may have, and may even be able to turn those deficiencies—such as strength or reach—into assets. In other words, you may not be as strong or as fast as your opponent, but you could be smarter or able to remain focused better, which will tip the scales in your favor. Right, Damien?'
Damien grinned. 'Right.'
'Damien is one of the most focused fencers I've had the privilege to coach in decades, which makes him a dangerous opponent.'
I snuck a sideways glance at Damien, who flushed with pride and pleasure.
'For the next week or so I'll have Damien drill you in the opening maneuvers. Always remember, fencing requires a mastery of skills that are sequential and hierarchical in nature. If one of the skills is not acquired, subsequent skills will be very difficult to master and the fencer will be at a permanent and serious disadvantage.'
'Okay, I'll remember,' I said. Dragon smiled warmly again before he moved off to work his way among each practicing pair.
'What he means is don't get discouraged or bored if I make you do the same exercise over and over.'
'So what you're really saying is that you're going to be annoying, but there's a purpose behind it?'
'Yep. And part of that purpose will help lift that cute little butt of yours,' he said sassily, tapping me with the side of his foil.
I slapped at him and rolled my eyes, but after twenty minutes of lunging and settling back into the beginning stance and lunging—over and over again—I knew he was right. My butt would be killing me tomorrow.
We took quick showers after class (thankfully, there were separate curtain-draped stalls for each of us in the girls' locker room and we didn't have to barbarically and tragically shower in a huge open area like we were prison inmates or whatever) and then I hurried with the rest of the crowd to the lunch room—better known as the dining hall. And I do mean hurry. I was starving.
Lunch was a huge build-your-own salad buffet, which included everything from tuna salad (eesh) to those weird mini-corns that are so confusing, and don't even taste like corn. (What exactly are they? Baby corn? Midget corn? Mutant corn?) I piled my plate high and got a big hunk of what looked and smelled like freshly baked bread, and slid into the booth beside Stevie Rae, with Damien following close behind me. Erin and Shaunee were already arguing over something to do with whose essay for their Lit class was better, even though they'd both gotten 96 on their papers.
'So, Zoey, give. What about Erik Night?' Stevie Rae asked the instant I'd forked a big bite of salad into my mouth. Stevie Rae's words immediately shut up the Twins and focused the entire table's attention on me.
I'd thought about what I was going to say about Erik, and decided that I wasn't ready to tell anyone about the unfortunate blow-job scene. So I just said, 'He kept looking at me.' When they frowned at me I realized that through my salad mouth what I'd really said was 'He keffft looookn at mmm.' I swallowed and tried again. 'He kept looking at me. In Drama class. It was just, I dunno, confusing.'
'Define 'looking at me',' Damien said.
'Well, it happened the second he came into class, but it was especially noticeable when he was giving us an example of a monologue. He did this thing from Othello, and when he said the line about love and 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.
