I hope you guys enjoy this excerpt from Abra Ebner's sequel to Knight Angels: Book of Love, Book of Revenge!~~~
Emily:
I sat in history class next to Jake. He had his glasses and retainer on, downgrading his looks a couple hundred notches, but it was safe. When he wore the glasses, the blue light wasn’t there, and when we were in the light, it wasn’t there either. As long as we hung out when one of those two situations applied, I’d be fine.
“Jake,” I whispered.
The teacher was circling the room, eyeing us like a hawk as we read about the Conquistadores in supposed silence.
“I’m bored.” I was too tired to deal with school. After what had happened last night, I hadn’t slept much.
Jake looked sideways at me, his brown eyes hidden and dull behind the thick lenses. Don’t talk out loud, idiot. Use your mind. Besides, I’m reading. Maybe you should try it.
I moaned, looking at the words on the page and reading the same line I’d read what seemed ten times now. “How do you put up with this?” I whispered again out loud, just to be impossible.
Jake glared. “I like learning.” His voice snaked through clenched teeth.
I smiled to myself for forcing him to play along.
Mr. Jackson clapped his hands together then. “All right class, time to break into our groups and continue working on our projects.”
It was music to my ears.
Jake slowly shut his book as the class broke into a low murmur. He sighed. “Want to go to the library?”
“The real library?” I urged with a wink.
Jake’s glance was so much smoother than his exterior would imply, a smile growing across his face. “Sure, Emily. The real library.” He winked back.
A rush of excitement washed over me. I’d put a lot of thought into what I was doing at school, and a lot of thought into what Jake’s sister was doing. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to do what I loved, though that wasn’t necessarily baking. All I knew was that sitting here following premeditated steps wasn’t what I loved. My clairvoyance had already taught me all I’d need to know, so school was just a giant mind-numbing experience. It was worthless, and if I could make him, Jake was going down with me.
Jake had risen from his chair, chatting with the teacher. I gathered my things and threw my bag over my shoulder.
“So, Mr. Jackson, we’re going to the library,” Jake finished explaining as I arrived at his side.
Mr. Jackson smiled at us in a way that made me uncomfortable—as though Jake and I were a couple and he’d found it endearing. “Sure. I’m very anxious to see what my two best students come up with.” He gave us both an awkward pat on the shoulder.
Buttering him up to let us leave class and his supervision was easy, but the dreamy look in his eye was no less irritating. I conveyed that toward Jake, he shrugged.
At least it’s a way to get on his good side. If he thinks we’re dating, doing what we want will be easy, he explained.
I gave him laughter in return. Just as long as it’s not true. I challenged. I know your reputation.
I’d never hit on a taken girl.
I pressed my lips together. Yeah, right.
Jake lifted one brow. Is that an invitation?
I put one hand on my hip. Certainly not!
Mr. Jackson was grinning wider now, and I realized that to him, it looked as though Jake and I were gazing into each others eyes when we were really having a mental fight. I snorted and pushed Jake toward the door.
“Bye, Mr. Jackson!” I waved over my shoulder. The class watched us leave with jealousy written across their faces. As the door shut behind us, there was a rise of murmurs, kids wanting to be granted the chance to go to the library as well, but as expected, no one else followed.
I sat in history class next to Jake. He had his glasses and retainer on, downgrading his looks a couple hundred notches, but it was safe. When he wore the glasses, the blue light wasn’t there, and when we were in the light, it wasn’t there either. As long as we hung out when one of those two situations applied, I’d be fine.
“Jake,” I whispered.
The teacher was circling the room, eyeing us like a hawk as we read about the Conquistadores in supposed silence.
“I’m bored.” I was too tired to deal with school. After what had happened last night, I hadn’t slept much.
Jake looked sideways at me, his brown eyes hidden and dull behind the thick lenses. Don’t talk out loud, idiot. Use your mind. Besides, I’m reading. Maybe you should try it.
I moaned, looking at the words on the page and reading the same line I’d read what seemed ten times now. “How do you put up with this?” I whispered again out loud, just to be impossible.
Jake glared. “I like learning.” His voice snaked through clenched teeth.
I smiled to myself for forcing him to play along.
Mr. Jackson clapped his hands together then. “All right class, time to break into our groups and continue working on our projects.”
It was music to my ears.
Jake slowly shut his book as the class broke into a low murmur. He sighed. “Want to go to the library?”
“The real library?” I urged with a wink.
Jake’s glance was so much smoother than his exterior would imply, a smile growing across his face. “Sure, Emily. The real library.” He winked back.
A rush of excitement washed over me. I’d put a lot of thought into what I was doing at school, and a lot of thought into what Jake’s sister was doing. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to do what I loved, though that wasn’t necessarily baking. All I knew was that sitting here following premeditated steps wasn’t what I loved. My clairvoyance had already taught me all I’d need to know, so school was just a giant mind-numbing experience. It was worthless, and if I could make him, Jake was going down with me.
Jake had risen from his chair, chatting with the teacher. I gathered my things and threw my bag over my shoulder.
“So, Mr. Jackson, we’re going to the library,” Jake finished explaining as I arrived at his side.
Mr. Jackson smiled at us in a way that made me uncomfortable—as though Jake and I were a couple and he’d found it endearing. “Sure. I’m very anxious to see what my two best students come up with.” He gave us both an awkward pat on the shoulder.
Buttering him up to let us leave class and his supervision was easy, but the dreamy look in his eye was no less irritating. I conveyed that toward Jake, he shrugged.
At least it’s a way to get on his good side. If he thinks we’re dating, doing what we want will be easy, he explained.
I gave him laughter in return. Just as long as it’s not true. I challenged. I know your reputation.
I’d never hit on a taken girl.
I pressed my lips together. Yeah, right.
Jake lifted one brow. Is that an invitation?
I put one hand on my hip. Certainly not!
Mr. Jackson was grinning wider now, and I realized that to him, it looked as though Jake and I were gazing into each others eyes when we were really having a mental fight. I snorted and pushed Jake toward the door.
“Bye, Mr. Jackson!” I waved over my shoulder. The class watched us leave with jealousy written across their faces. As the door shut behind us, there was a rise of murmurs, kids wanting to be granted the chance to go to the library as well, but as expected, no one else followed.
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