Page 207 of Positively Pricked
Her gaze narrowed. And then, she pulled a fast one, faking to the left, but then dodging to the right. A moment later, she was sprinting toward the kitchen with me on her heels.
I caught up, just as she was yanking open the silverware drawer, and reaching for the tray inside.
Sure enough, she yanked out the silverware, tray and all, and then turned to make off with it. To where, I had no idea, unless she was planning to sprint back to the gas station.
Not so fast, sister.
I lunged forward and grabbed the tray's other end, making the silverware jangle precariously. I gave the tray a tug.
She gave it a tug right back. "Let go!"
I tugged again. "No!"
"I mean it!"
The next thing I knew, the tray was flying upward, with all the silverware inside. Just as the tray almost reached the ceiling, the tray itself started to fall even as the silverware kept on going, crashing into the ceiling, and then falling hard and fast, until the mass of forks, knives, and whatever came to a clattering crash all over the tile floor.
Kayla yelled, "You did that on purpose!"
"Yeah? Well, you're a skank!" I gave a little gasp. I'd never called anyone a skank before. Or a slut, or even a bitch, come to think of it. Oh, sure, I'd thought such things. But saying them out loud was a different matter entirely.
Kayla was glaring at me now. "What'd you call me?"
I cleared my throat. In a quieter voice, I said, "A skank?"
Just then, I heard a yip at the nearby kitchen. I turned to look and spotted two furry faces with big floppy ears.
It was Flint and Lansing. I swear, they were smiling.
I knew why, and I hated to disappoint them. I gave them an apologetic look. "Sorry." I winced. "I don't have any meatballs."
When I turned back to Kayla, she was still glaring, but not at me. Rather, she was glaring past my left shoulder.
I turned to look and saw who? Zane Bennington – the most wonderful guy on the planet.
He moved close and pulled me into his arms. Into my hair, he whispered, "You okay?"
I almost didn't know what to say. He felt warm and wonderful, and just the thing I needed.
I wasn't just okay. I wasmorethan okay. With a happy sigh, I nodded against him.
Behind me, I heard Kayla say, "Hey, don't you care aboutme?"
Without missing a beat, he replied, "No."
"But she called me a skank!"
He shrugged against me. "Well, if the shoe fits…"
