Turning away from him, I forcibly yank my attention back to the conversation at hand, just in time to hear Luca say, “Hey, now. How was I supposed to know Angie was a soul-sucking demon?”
“Ummm, because we told you so?” Mekhi answers.
“Yeah, but I thought you were biased. You didn’t like her from the start.”
“Because she was a soul-sucking demon,” Liam repeats. “What part of that are you not getting?”
“What can I say?” Luca gives a careless shrug. “The heart wants what the heart wants.”
“Until what the heart wants tries to kill you,” Rafael teases.
“Sometimes even then.” The words are quiet, spoken from the haunted-looking guy sitting to Macy’s right.
“Seriously, Byron?” Mekhi grouses. “Why you always got to shut the conversation down?”
“I was just making an observation.”
“Yeah, a depressing observation. You need to lighten up, man.”
Byron just stares at him, lips twisted in a tiny little smile that makes him look like a modern-day embodiment of his poet namesake.
Mad, bad, and dangerous to know.
The famous quote from Lady Caroline Lamb goes through my mind. But I’m not focused on Byron’s wavy black hair and dimples when I think about her words. No, in my head, they’re all about Jaxon, with his scarred face and cold eyes and smile that borders on cruel at least half the time.
Definitely bad. Definitely dangerous. As for mad…I don’t know yet, but something tells me I’m going to find out.
When I think of him like that, I wonder what the hell I’m doing even contemplating feeling the way I do. After all, in San Diego, dark and dangerous wasn’t exactly my type. Then again, maybe that’s because I never ran into the genuine article back home. Here in Alaska… Well, all I’m saying is, there’s a reason half the girls in the school are swooning over Jaxon.
Besides, there’s more to him than meets the eye. No matter how angry he is, he’s never been anything but gentle with me. Even that first day, when he was so obnoxious, he still never did anything that made me uncomfortable. And he’s certainly never hurt me. To everyone else, he might be as dangerous as Macy warns. But to me, he seems more misunderstood than malicious, more broken than bad.
Besides, Byron called it when he implied the heart wants what the heart wants, even when it’s bad. And no matter how many warnings I get about Jaxon, I’m pretty sure he’s what my heart wants.
Suddenly, a weird kind of chiming sound cuts through Dvo?ák’s “The Noonday Witch” （if I’m not mistaken） that’s currently playing over the cafeteria’s loudspeakers. “What is that?” I ask, looking around to see if we’re suddenly being invaded by a bunch of triangle-playing guerrillas.
“The bell,” Macy says. They’re the first two words she’s managed to choke out since the Order took up residence next to us, and all seven of us turn to her in surprise. Which just makes her flash a small little smile before shoving half a Pop-Tart in her mouth.
“You still didn’t eat,” Jaxon says. And then he picks a Pop-Tart and hands it to me.
“Seriously?” I take it, because I know he’s just going to stand there holding it until I do. But I’m still going to call him on it. Because I’m smart enough to know that if I let him get away with the small things, he’ll try his best to steamroll me with everything else, too. “I’m pretty sure I can figure out for myself if I’m hungry or not.”
He shrugs. “A girl’s got to eat.”
“A girl can decide that for herself. Especially since the guy sitting next to her didn’t eat anything, either.”
Mekhi lets out a little whoop. “That’s right, Grace. Make sure he doesn’t walk all over you.”
Jaxon gives him a look that sends a chill right through me, but Mekhi just rolls his eyes, although I notice that he does shut his mouth for pretty much the first time since he sat down. Not that I blame him. If Jaxon looked at me like that, I think I might run for the hills.
“What classroom are you going to?” Jaxon asks as we maneuver our way through the suddenly bustling cafeteria. It’s easier than it should be, considering the mad stampede toward the doors that is currently going on. But as long as Jaxon is in the lead, the sea of students does more than just part. It pretty much leaps out of the way.
I fumble for my schedule again, but before I can so much as pull it out, Mekhi answers, “A246,” right before he disappears into the crowd.