So it sounds to me like you're integrating here quite well. You've got people who ask you to go places, and boys falling over you. You're a beautiful young lady, and everyone seems to have eyes for you — here's a question though, who do you have eyes for that you pass every day in the hall between English and Biology? Why is he so dreamy?
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Dreamy? This is hardly a word I would use. But interesting? Yes. His name is John, of all the boring possibilities. John Smith, if you can believe that. So white-bread in look and demeanor, but when he sings a solo in Chamber Choir, it is as if he is un àngel del cel. It's a high tenor, much like Hector's when he sang to me with his abundance of hope years ago, before I became... what I was meant to be.
I turn slightly toward Marina, keeping my eye on John. "No, Marinita. Not a crush. I'm just a bit hungry." I know that she'll misinterpret that. This is fine with me.
"No, gracias. I can always use my wiles during Chamber Choir, if I do get hungry for... American."
She throws her hair over her shoulder and keeps walking. "Ok, so shopping tonight. We're totally going to prank puta, right?"
This conversation would have been different a few days ago, but now... I can't help thinking of holding Amandine as she died, remembering the taste and warmth of her blood. She had been crying as the blood trickled from her wrists, and there was something like gratitude in her eyes as I took the last of her life from her. Yes, a week ago, even a few days... I would have at least pretended to go along with Marina, part of my education, I suppose. Today?
I turn toward Marina, catch her eyes and shake my head. "No. We are not. I am going to buy her a new dress. A pretty one. You are going to leave her alone, for tonight at least. She..." Has been dead. "Has clearly not been feeling well."
(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 4. Total: 10)
I'm guessing that hazing ended with what I found in the locker room. Not pushing it, though. I've made my point for now. "Now it just isn't going to be, at all." I start walking again towards Miss Hayes' classroom.
Are you going on without her?
I'm not waiting for Marina. Let her stew in her own juices for a while. Perhaps that will tenderize her for me.