Stakeout (Aurora Sky Read Online Free

the two essentials.
    After finishing two bowls of Fruit Loops, a
Pop-Tart, and cup of instant coffee, I grabbed my coffin-shaped
backpack and drove to school.
    At lunch I joined Gavin and Henry in the
cafeteria, paper sack in hand. They’d been nice inviting me to eat
with them after I transferred. But today three girls were seated at
the table before I had a chance to sit down. The paper bag crinkled
in my fist when I squeezed it. I lifted my chin and walked over
despite the lack of empty seats.
    Gavin smiled when he caught sight of me,
fueling my resolve. He stood up before I reached the table. “Hello,
Noel. Have my seat.”
    “Thanks.” I sat down casually. Good thing my
corset was tight. It held in my thundering heart as Gavin scooted
in beside me.
    The girl to my left wore a black skirt
similar to mine. I suddenly hated that I looked like her.
    “Ladies,” Henry said. “This is Noel
Harper.”
    “Hey,” the girls said. They certainly had the
dark, angry, “I don’t give a shit” look down.
    Henry shot me a devilish smile. “You ever
want the lowdown on where to spend an unforgettable Friday night,
get on this girl’s good side. Noel’s in the know.”
    The girls exchanged glances.
    “Nice to meet you,” the tallest of the Goths
said. “I don’t recognize you.”
    “Just transferred,” I said.
    “Cool.” The girl’s hair was parted down the
middle with a black braid on each side. Someone ought to call The
Addams Family and let them know Wednesday had migrated to
Alaska.
    At the end of lunch, Henry herded the group
of girls out of the cafeteria. I lingered behind with Gavin.
    “What’s with the black widows?” I asked.
    Gavin’s brows jumped in amusement. “Marcus
requested we make new friends, says his parties are becoming a
little too dead for his liking. Anyway, we’re doing what we can to
help improve the demographics. What happened to your friends, by
the way? Haven’t seen them around in a while.”
    “Whitney and Hope?” I shrugged. “They’ve been
hanging out on the east side.”
    “Uh oh,” Gavin said. “Don’t tell me Marcus
has competition.” He winked playfully.
    “Hardly,” I said, rolling my eyes. “They’re
more comfortable with that crowd, I guess.” I didn’t want to
identify the type I meant, but I’m sure Gavin already knew. Junkies
trying to exchange blood for a hit.
    Gavin studied me carefully. “And you’re
not?”
    I straightened my shoulders. “Don’t let the
appearance fool you.”
    “That’s a relief.” The bell rang. Gavin
placed a hand on my shoulder. “See you at lunch tomorrow.”
    “Yeah,” I said.
    As I turned to head to film class, my phone
beeped. I stopped in front of some lockers and dug it out of my
pack. Melcher had sent a text.
    Report to base after school.
    I dropped my phone back inside my vinyl
coffin.
    “Hey, freak. Did you get lost on your way to
the corner of Fourth and F?”
    I had no doubt Miss Bitchy Voice was
addressing me. Cool. Hadn’t heard that one before. Should have gone
with the striped stockings. I looked up. A cheerleader with a high
swinging ponytail stood five feet away, assessing me. At least she
only had one friend by her side rather than a whole posse of
pom-pom pussy.
    I shook my bangs out of my eyes. “Actually
I’m meeting your boyfriend after school. He says you’re more frigid
than an Eskimo’s tit.”
    The bitch’s companion leaned forward, her
cheeks filling with air, and laughed. I interrupted Prissy Pom-Pom
before she could respond. “Here’s some free advice. Put more pep
into his pecker and maybe he’ll be faithful for more than a week.”
I started to pivot, stopped, and turned suddenly, stepping toward
the girls.
    They leaned back, eyes expanding.
    “Call me a freak again, and I’ll cut
you.”
    I turned and walked away from them, smiling
to myself once they were behind my back.
    Fucking cheerleader. Her skirt was at least
six inches shorter than mine and she didn’t have on any