I swung my heavy head to the side and saw both my bags in the corner. I grunted. "Looks like I'm packed."
Becky snorted before she rolled off the bed. "I gotta find my room. See you in a bit."
"See ya." I waved as she stumbled out the door.
She hadn't been gone long before someone else knocked. I tried to yell for them to come in, but it sounded like a frog's croak so I heaved myself up and opened the door wide. I expected Mason or even Logan, but instead I was in for a surprise.
Miranda Stewart, Fallen Academy's elite queen bee stood at my door.
She gave me a timid smile and brushed a strand of her auburn hair back. I didn't know why, it looked perfect pulled high in a clip with small braids decorating her head. A few wisps were allowed out and it gave her a softer look. Maybe that's what she was going for.
Her emerald eyes sparked in warmth and she folded her hands in front of her. "Hi, Samantha."
The sound of my full name kicked me in gear. It sounded so formal and it should've. We weren't friends.
"Miranda."
She glanced over my shoulder. "Can I come in or do you have company?"
I chuckled. "Becky just left."
"Oh." She glanced down at her hands. Then she laughed softly. "I realized how that sounded. I didn't mean to imply anything."
I narrowed my eyes. The Miranda Stewart I knew wasn't this self-conscious shy girl. She was tough and smart enough to control the rest of the Academy Elite. She was the brains behind so many operations. I didn't know what I'd done to warrant her attention.
"Well." She took a deep breath. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here."
My mouth stayed closed, but I gestured for her to come in. As she perched on the coach, I leaned against my dresser. The bed looked tempting, but I didn't trust myself to stay out of it the rest of the day.
"I came to apologize for Cassandra. She tends to react before she thinks sometimes."
"Why are you saying this to me?" I was surprised at my blunt tone. Maybe it was Mason's boldness or how the truth seemed to always fall off Becky's tongue, but one of them had rubbed off on me.
From the slight widening of her eyes, Miranda must've shared in my sentiments. She sighed. "Because I don't want an enemy from you."
"Why?"
"The truth?"
I lifted a shoulder. "What else?"
She took another deep breath and smoothed her hands down her jeans. "Because you're really powerful right now and I don't want a war at school."
I was stunned once again. "Why would there be a war?"
"Because Cassandra is jealous of you." Her eyes darkened and she looked at her lap.
Ah ha. I nodded in understanding. "So you're saying that she's not going to stop with her jabs?"
There seemed to be genuine regret in her eyes. "Yes, but you have to understand where it's coming from. Adam's always liked you and he's always championed for you. He wanted you to come into the group, and not as his girlfriend. When you turned him down, it seemed to hurt him even more and he'd already been hurt by Ashley too. Cassandra is very protective of him."
"And she wants to date him."
"I can't say anything about that, but I know she wasn't nice to you or Rebecca last night."
"So what do you want from me?"
She stood and gave me that same sad smile. "Cassandra is one of my best friends and I love her to death, but know that she doesn't have our support if she's mean to you. She doesn't have my support. I like you, Samantha. I always agreed with Adam. I thought you would've been a great addition to the group."
When she glanced at her watch and then the door, I knew her visit had ended. She said what she wanted so I followed her to the door and held it open for her. "I guess I should say thanks for your warning then?"
She laughed again, the sound was so delicate. No wonder she'd been made the Queen. I wanted to give her a crown myself and stand guard before her.
"I guess. Thanks for being… understanding?" She gave me a small wave before she left. "See you at school today."
After I closed the door, I stood in the middle of my room for awhile. The whole thing was odd to me. She thought I would've been a great addition to the group; that meant I was out. Then I shrugged. That sounded like too much drama anyway.
As another yawn came over me, I tried to hurry into the bathroom and not think about Miranda's odd visit. What would've taken me twenty minutes took an hour. I wasn't moving at a fast pace, nor was I thinking at a fast one. When I heaved my two bags to the bottom of the stairs, my arms felt like lead and Logan's hyena laugh scraped against my ears.
I covered them and groaned when I saw him come around a corner. "Stop, please."
He laughed even louder and scooped me up in the air. I was bundled against his chest and he twirled me around. "What's wrong, sister? Too much activity for you last night? You aren't sore or anything, are you?"
I burrowed into his chest. "Stop. Please. I beg you."
"Your new nickname is Slugger. One wallop and that's how you handle business." He was gleeful in his amusement.
It was sickening.
He started to bounce me in his arms. "My Slugger Sister. I'm going to make you a tee shirt with that slogan. Slugger Sister. Everyone will call you that!"
Tanya came around the corner in a tight white tee shirt, low cut v neck, and slinky jeans. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against his back. "She's not my sister. I can't call her that."
Logan held still as she continued to press against him, then he smirked at me. "Sorry, sis. Someone else is needing my attention."
After he deposited me back on my feet, I smoothed out my clothes. "Somehow I think I'll get over it. Thank you, Tanya."
She gave me a blinding smile as Logan swept her up instead. "No problem, Sam. See you." She started giggling as he skipped out the door with her.
"Hey." Mason came around the corner with a duffel bag over his shoulder. He bent and picked up my two. "You're riding with me. Your quarterback took off this morning."
"You have room?"
He flashed me a grin as he held open the door with his shoulder. I ducked around him and tried to ignore the flare of warmth that sizzled through me. "Nate's headed back home today and he's taking Marissa with him."
Becky snorted before she rolled off the bed. "I gotta find my room. See you in a bit."
"See ya." I waved as she stumbled out the door.
She hadn't been gone long before someone else knocked. I tried to yell for them to come in, but it sounded like a frog's croak so I heaved myself up and opened the door wide. I expected Mason or even Logan, but instead I was in for a surprise.
Miranda Stewart, Fallen Academy's elite queen bee stood at my door.
She gave me a timid smile and brushed a strand of her auburn hair back. I didn't know why, it looked perfect pulled high in a clip with small braids decorating her head. A few wisps were allowed out and it gave her a softer look. Maybe that's what she was going for.
Her emerald eyes sparked in warmth and she folded her hands in front of her. "Hi, Samantha."
The sound of my full name kicked me in gear. It sounded so formal and it should've. We weren't friends.
"Miranda."
She glanced over my shoulder. "Can I come in or do you have company?"
I chuckled. "Becky just left."
"Oh." She glanced down at her hands. Then she laughed softly. "I realized how that sounded. I didn't mean to imply anything."
I narrowed my eyes. The Miranda Stewart I knew wasn't this self-conscious shy girl. She was tough and smart enough to control the rest of the Academy Elite. She was the brains behind so many operations. I didn't know what I'd done to warrant her attention.
"Well." She took a deep breath. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here."
My mouth stayed closed, but I gestured for her to come in. As she perched on the coach, I leaned against my dresser. The bed looked tempting, but I didn't trust myself to stay out of it the rest of the day.
"I came to apologize for Cassandra. She tends to react before she thinks sometimes."
"Why are you saying this to me?" I was surprised at my blunt tone. Maybe it was Mason's boldness or how the truth seemed to always fall off Becky's tongue, but one of them had rubbed off on me.
From the slight widening of her eyes, Miranda must've shared in my sentiments. She sighed. "Because I don't want an enemy from you."
"Why?"
"The truth?"
I lifted a shoulder. "What else?"
She took another deep breath and smoothed her hands down her jeans. "Because you're really powerful right now and I don't want a war at school."
I was stunned once again. "Why would there be a war?"
"Because Cassandra is jealous of you." Her eyes darkened and she looked at her lap.
Ah ha. I nodded in understanding. "So you're saying that she's not going to stop with her jabs?"
There seemed to be genuine regret in her eyes. "Yes, but you have to understand where it's coming from. Adam's always liked you and he's always championed for you. He wanted you to come into the group, and not as his girlfriend. When you turned him down, it seemed to hurt him even more and he'd already been hurt by Ashley too. Cassandra is very protective of him."
"And she wants to date him."
"I can't say anything about that, but I know she wasn't nice to you or Rebecca last night."
"So what do you want from me?"
She stood and gave me that same sad smile. "Cassandra is one of my best friends and I love her to death, but know that she doesn't have our support if she's mean to you. She doesn't have my support. I like you, Samantha. I always agreed with Adam. I thought you would've been a great addition to the group."
When she glanced at her watch and then the door, I knew her visit had ended. She said what she wanted so I followed her to the door and held it open for her. "I guess I should say thanks for your warning then?"
She laughed again, the sound was so delicate. No wonder she'd been made the Queen. I wanted to give her a crown myself and stand guard before her.
"I guess. Thanks for being… understanding?" She gave me a small wave before she left. "See you at school today."
After I closed the door, I stood in the middle of my room for awhile. The whole thing was odd to me. She thought I would've been a great addition to the group; that meant I was out. Then I shrugged. That sounded like too much drama anyway.
As another yawn came over me, I tried to hurry into the bathroom and not think about Miranda's odd visit. What would've taken me twenty minutes took an hour. I wasn't moving at a fast pace, nor was I thinking at a fast one. When I heaved my two bags to the bottom of the stairs, my arms felt like lead and Logan's hyena laugh scraped against my ears.
I covered them and groaned when I saw him come around a corner. "Stop, please."
He laughed even louder and scooped me up in the air. I was bundled against his chest and he twirled me around. "What's wrong, sister? Too much activity for you last night? You aren't sore or anything, are you?"
I burrowed into his chest. "Stop. Please. I beg you."
"Your new nickname is Slugger. One wallop and that's how you handle business." He was gleeful in his amusement.
It was sickening.
He started to bounce me in his arms. "My Slugger Sister. I'm going to make you a tee shirt with that slogan. Slugger Sister. Everyone will call you that!"
Tanya came around the corner in a tight white tee shirt, low cut v neck, and slinky jeans. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed against his back. "She's not my sister. I can't call her that."
Logan held still as she continued to press against him, then he smirked at me. "Sorry, sis. Someone else is needing my attention."
After he deposited me back on my feet, I smoothed out my clothes. "Somehow I think I'll get over it. Thank you, Tanya."
She gave me a blinding smile as Logan swept her up instead. "No problem, Sam. See you." She started giggling as he skipped out the door with her.
"Hey." Mason came around the corner with a duffel bag over his shoulder. He bent and picked up my two. "You're riding with me. Your quarterback took off this morning."
"You have room?"
He flashed me a grin as he held open the door with his shoulder. I ducked around him and tried to ignore the flare of warmth that sizzled through me. "Nate's headed back home today and he's taking Marissa with him."
