Hell On Heels(65)

The Ugg brigade stood at the head of the cafeteria holding court and scoping for a table. Lucy Adams, clearly the leader, was barking orders and deciding futures. I glanced up as they made their way across the room. Crap, it looked like they were headed for my table. That was impossible. They had made it abundantly clear I wasn't on their radar which was fine with me.
Wait. She looked the same as she always did. How in the Hell did she look normal after getting beaten four days ago? From where I sat she looked flawless. Surely makeup couldn’t cover a beating like that.
I put my head down and waited for them to pass. I was afraid if Lucy said one snarky thing to me I’d zap her bald. She rubbed me wrong and her minions were brainless. I didn’t know how Myrtle hung out with them.
I was positive they passed by. . .they didn’t.
“Hello Dixie,” Lucy said as she sat down across from me. Her four clones hovered behind her and waited for a command. Where was Myrtle?
“What do you want?” I eyed her warily. I didn’t have the time or the energy for her right now.
She nodded to the others and they sat down, two on either side of her and two on either side of me. They had effectively boxed me in. Great.
“I think we may have misjudged you, Dixie,” she informed me haughtily.
“Really?” I laughed, pissing her off. Her lips pursed in irritation and she crossed her arms over her chest. What in the Hell did she think my reaction would be? Did she assume I’d bow down and kiss her ass? She was gravely mistaken. “I’m fairly sure I didn’t misjudge you, Lucy.”
There was a flash of anger, then fear and insecurity in her eyes. She quickly covered it, but it was there. It jerked me right back to the storeroom and the vision of her broken body on the floor while her father beat her. I still didn't understand how she healed so quickly, but my anger began to melt. Shit, why couldn’t I be a bitchy unforgiving Demon like my sisters?
I watched her carefully while she considered her next move. Her posse sat silently, unable to function without permission.
“I’m sorry for being a bitch to you,” she said quietly. Her minions gasped.
I wasn’t sure I believed her, but this was certainly making my day more interesting. I said nothing. I simply stared.
Lucy began to fidget and tried to hold my gaze, but I was Satan’s daughter and staring people down came quite naturally. She caved and averted her eyes. Her gal pals watched in fascination. They’d clearly never seen their idol at a loss for words.
In her discomfort, she took a bite from her tray. Her minions squealed in disgust. The look on Lucy’s face was awesome—sheer terror and disgust. She gagged and searched desperately for a napkin. Her butt-kiss brigade had no clue what to do. Two of them started crying and one started dry heaving, threatening the table with something far worse than lunch. I rolled my eyes at their ineptness and handed her my napkin. I wouldn’t wish that dog chow-looking pile on my worst enemy. She quickly spit and then downed an entire bottle of water.
“You okay?” I grinned.
“No.” The beginnings of a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Thanks for the napkin.” She eyed her worthless buddies with disdain. “I could have died,” she hissed.
I bit down on my lip hard and tried not to laugh. I failed.
“You think it’s funny?” she demanded as she smiled at me.
“Yes I do,” I said as I tried to figure her out.
“Well,” she paused for dramatic effect, tossing her blonde locks over her shoulder. “I do too, and I’m pretty sure that stuff is Alpo.”
“I was thinking gravy covered dry cat food.”
“No,” Lucy said definitively. “It was Alpo and you saved my life.”#p#分页标题#e#
“I’d hardly call handing you a napkin saving your life.”
“You saved my life,” she stated firmly, her blue eyes glued to mine.
“Oookay.” Why did it sound like she was talking about something else? I was getting paranoid. She couldn’t know anything. “You're welcome.” I gave her a tight smile. What was her game and why was I playing it? Bizarrely enough, she fascinated me. Anyone who could get beaten nearly to death on Monday and be back at school looking amazing and sporting an attitude on Friday had to have something worthwhile going on. Or maybe I was just a sucker for the underdog.
“You like to save things, don’t you?” Lucy said as she watched me closely for a reaction.
I put on my poker face and freaked out inside. Why in the Hell did she say that? There was no way she knew anything about my part in defending her. She had no way of knowing I was in the storeroom with her. Even if she thought I was there, she wouldn’t be able to comprehend what I did to her father. She was human, I could smell it. Humans didn’t know about Demons and magic. How had the tables turned? Now I was uneasy so I stayed quiet.