Diana Tregarde 03: Jinx High by Mercedes Lackey

Author:Mercedes Lackey [Lackey, Mercedes]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
Publisher: High Flight Arts and Letters
Published: 2014-04-13T04:00:00+00:00

It was today. In a way that was good, because it meant she had a better chance of intercepting him alone.

Maybe. If the club members all got started on something and stayed more than the hour the meeting was supposed to take, she’d have to start for home on foot and hope he’d drive her route.

She loitered for a while in the empty hall outside the computer lab, but it didn’t sound like anybody was ready to go home in there. It was kind of funny how those Brains were; real quiet even in class, although they could pull some real rude tricks if they were pushed to it. But get a bunch of them together, and it was worse than a pajama party.

She paced up and down the hallway; the janitor came by, pushing the big stainless-steel floor waxer toward the cafeteria. He looked at her curiously, but didn’t say anything or even stop; he just kept right on going, leaving the heavy scent of floor cleaner in his wake. Once he was gone, she heard her own footsteps echoing up and down the corridor every time she moved, and the faint murmur of voices and occasional laughter from behind the heavy computer-lab door.

It was getting dark, darker than she expected. The corridor had windows high up, right near the ceiling, and when she looked up she saw heavy, charcoal-gray clouds bulging overhead. There weren’t any storms predicted when she’d gone to school this morning, so she hadn’t brought a raincoat. If it started to rain, as evil as those clouds looked, she’d be drenched before she got a block.

She eyed the clouds dubiously, then went over to listen at the lab door. This time she could hear one of the machines beeping, and the muffled exclamations of the kids when it made that blat sound that meant something had gone wrong.

They’re running something, she decided finally. They could be in there until their sponsor kicks them out. I’d better head home now. Maybe Alan will catch up with me.

Once outside, the gloom seemed even thicker, even though it didn’t smell like rain. March had been gorgeous, with balmy temperatures in the seventies and even eighties during the day, and no storms at all. April was turning into a stone drag. Monica shivered inside her windbreaker. The air felt thick and heavy, and even though there wasn’t a bit of wind, she was cold. It might not smell like rain, but it felt like it; damp and oppressive.

It could be worse, she told herself. In Colorado there’s still snow on the ground.

But snow, even the dirty, gritty snow of April, seemed preferable to this.

Alan was not worth loitering around for.

I wish I’d called Mom at work and had her pick me up, she thought wistfully, as the damp penetrated her light jacket and chilled her right down to her bones. It would have given her an excuse to get out of some of that overtime and she wouldn’t have minded.

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