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Bloody Bones :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 12 из 272"Back inside, you monsters."
There were catcalls, and one small brunette girl gave me a very dirty look. I think there must have been a lot of girls that had a crush on Mr. Zeeman.
"The natives are restless. I've got to get back."
I nodded. "I'm hoping to be back by Monday."
"We'll go hiking next weekend, then."
"I put Jean-Claude off this weekend. I can't not see him two weeks in a row."
Richard's face clouded up with the beginnings of anger. "Hike during the day, see the vampire at night. Only fair."
"I don't like this any better than you do," I said.
"I wish I believed that."
"Richard."
He gave a long sigh. The anger sort of leaked out of him. I never understood how he did that. He could be furious one minute and calm the next. Both emotions seemed genuine. Once I was angry, I was angry. Maybe it's a character flaw?
"I'm sorry, Anita. It's not like you're dating him behind my back."
"I would never do anything behind your back; you know that."
He nodded. "I know that." He glanced back at his classroom. "I've got to go before they set the room on fire." He walked down the hallway without looking back.
I almost called after him, but I let him go. The mood was sort of spoiled. Nothing like knowing your girlfriend is dating someone else to take the wind out of your sails. I wouldn't have put up with it if it was the other way around. A double standard that, but one we could all three live with. If living was the term for Jean-Claude.
Oh, hell, my personal life was too confusing for words. I walked off down the hall, having to pass by his open classroom door. My high heels made loud, rackety echoes. I didn't try to catch a last glimpse of him. It would make me feel worse about leaving.
It hadn't been my idea to date the Master of the City. Jean-Claude had given me two choices; either he could kill Richard, or I could date both of them. It had seemed a good idea at the time. Five weeks later I wasn't so sure.
It had been my morals that had kept Richard and me from consummating our relationship. Consummating, nice euphemism. But Jean-Claude had made it clear that if I did something with Richard, I had to do it with him too. Jean-Claude was trying to woo me. If Richard could touch me but he couldn't, it wasn't fair. He had a point, I guess. But the thought of having to have sex with the vampire was more likely to keep me chaste than any high ideals.
I couldn't date both of them indefinitely. The sexual tension alone was killing me. I could move.
There were catcalls, and one small brunette girl gave me a very dirty look. I think there must have been a lot of girls that had a crush on Mr. Zeeman.
"The natives are restless. I've got to get back."
I nodded. "I'm hoping to be back by Monday."
"We'll go hiking next weekend, then."
"I put Jean-Claude off this weekend. I can't not see him two weeks in a row."
Richard's face clouded up with the beginnings of anger. "Hike during the day, see the vampire at night. Only fair."
"I don't like this any better than you do," I said.
"I wish I believed that."
"Richard."
He gave a long sigh. The anger sort of leaked out of him. I never understood how he did that. He could be furious one minute and calm the next. Both emotions seemed genuine. Once I was angry, I was angry. Maybe it's a character flaw?
"I'm sorry, Anita. It's not like you're dating him behind my back."
"I would never do anything behind your back; you know that."
He nodded. "I know that." He glanced back at his classroom. "I've got to go before they set the room on fire." He walked down the hallway without looking back.
I almost called after him, but I let him go. The mood was sort of spoiled. Nothing like knowing your girlfriend is dating someone else to take the wind out of your sails. I wouldn't have put up with it if it was the other way around. A double standard that, but one we could all three live with. If living was the term for Jean-Claude.
Oh, hell, my personal life was too confusing for words. I walked off down the hall, having to pass by his open classroom door. My high heels made loud, rackety echoes. I didn't try to catch a last glimpse of him. It would make me feel worse about leaving.
It hadn't been my idea to date the Master of the City. Jean-Claude had given me two choices; either he could kill Richard, or I could date both of them. It had seemed a good idea at the time. Five weeks later I wasn't so sure.
It had been my morals that had kept Richard and me from consummating our relationship. Consummating, nice euphemism. But Jean-Claude had made it clear that if I did something with Richard, I had to do it with him too. Jean-Claude was trying to woo me. If Richard could touch me but he couldn't, it wasn't fair. He had a point, I guess. But the thought of having to have sex with the vampire was more likely to keep me chaste than any high ideals.
I couldn't date both of them indefinitely. The sexual tension alone was killing me. I could move.