Another chapter. I’ve given up on the drinking thing, but you guys can continue if you want. I’ll put up a little label and everything.
Haven and Miles are already sitting down at a lunch table but GASP Damen is also sitting with them. Huzzah. An opportunity for badly written character interaction, hooray. By the way, this dialogue is so stupid I’ll just have to include it and show you.
I roll my eyes and slide onto the bench beside him, determined to show just how blasé I am about Damen’s presence. “I was raised by wolves, what can I say?” I shrug, busying myself with the zipper on my lunch pack.
“I was raised by a drag queen and a romance novelist,” Miles says, reaching over to steal a candy corn off the top of Haven’s pre-Halloween cupcake.
Umm… alrighty then. Noël, I am aware of the fact that he’s gay. Good lord. You do not need to bash me over the head with it. Mannerisms, showing-and-not-telling, have you ever heard of those? Have you ever heard of trying to write well?
Haven laughs. “I, on the other hand, was raised in a coven. I was a beautiful vampire princess, loved, worshiped, and admired by all. I lived in a luxurious, gothic castle, and I have no idea how I ended up at this hideous fiberglass table with you losers.” She nods at Damen. “And you?”
A coven is a group of witches, dumbshit. Not fucking vampires. We don’t need anymore than are currently in the world, thank you very much.
He takes a sip of his drink, some iridescent red liquid in a glass bottle, then he gazes at all three of us and says, “Italy, France, England, Spain, Belgium, New York, New Orleans, Oregon, India, New Mexico, Egypt, and a few other places in between.”
Why does he keep gazing at everyone? Does he have an eye disorder?
every time he speaks it’s the only sound I hear.
And every time our eyes meet I grow warm.
And when his foot just bumped against mine, my whole body tingled.
And when Noël wrote that last sentence, my palm moved at an accelerated rate towards my face.
“How’d you end up here?” He leans toward me, prompting Haven to scoot even closer to him.
Dude, this behaviour is fucking creepy. Come on, you’re willing to let a guy be creepy to you just because he’s easy on the eyes?
I can feel Damen’s gaze, heavy, warm, and inviting, and it makes me so nervous my palms start to sweat and my water bottle slips from my grip.
I don’t really need to do anything, at this point. It sporks itself.
Cue lunch bell.
They get up and leave, and the second that Ever’s sure that Damen can’t hear her, she asks Haven about why the hell he’s sitting there in the first place.
“He wanted to sit in the shade, so we offered him a spot.”
Miles shrugs, depositing his bottle in the recycling bin and leading us toward the building.
“Nothing sinister, no evil plot to embarrass you.”
Of course not. No evil plots here, no sirree.
I’m unwilling to express what I’m really thinking, not wanting to upset my friends with the very valid, yet unkind question: Why is a guy like Damen hanging with us?
They’re not even worthy to breathe the same air as him.
“Relax, he thought it was funny.” Miles shrugs. “Besides, he’s coming by your house tonight. I told him to stop by around eight.”
Does Miles live with her? If not, he has no right to ask other people to go to her house. What the fuck.
All I know is that I don’t want Damen coming over, not tonight, not ever.
How pitifully wrong you are, poorly characterized heroine in a bad paranormal romance novel. How wrong you are.
Haven is what you’d call an anonymous group addict. In the short time I’ve known her; she’s attended twelve-step meetings for alcoholics, narcotics, codependents, debtors, gamblers, cyber addicts, nicotine junkies, social phobics, pack rats, and vulgarity lovers.
This must say a lot about Haven then.
She’s just terminally ignored by her self-involved parents, which makes her seek love and approval from just about anywhere she can get it.
Why are the unimportant characters characterised better than the ones we have to care about? Surely it takes more effort to write a better character than this idiot we have at the moment.
Haven’s just learned that the quickest way to stand out in a town full of juicy clad blondes is to dress like the Princess of Darkness.
So every girl in the whole town EXCEPT for Haven is a blond? Really? By the way, I have no idea what ‘juicy clad’ is supposed to mean. I’m assuming that they wear juice. I don’t know how that works either.
But I happen to know that beneath all the skulls, and spikes, and death-rocker makeup is a girl who just wants to be seen, heard, loved, and paid attention to, something her earlier incarnations have failed to produce.
This is so stereotypical. You know, she could have just wanted to wear spikes, skulls and death-rocker makeup because she felt like it. No need for the fake ‘girl who just wants x and y’ crap.
In my old life I didn’t hang with people like Miles and Haven.
It’s so depressing that she’s been reduced to accompanying scum like them – wait, scum like them are accompanying her. So sad.
I was part of the popular crowd, where most of us were cute, athletic, talented, smart, wealthy, well liked, or all of the above.
This is such a high-school fantasy, it’s pathetic. Besides, why the focus on high school nowadays? It sucks! Hormones and homework and shit like that, you’d think adults would be glad to get out of it. But no, we’ve got people like Noël to remind us of what high-school should have been like. Well, from all of us who currently want to escape high school and forget about the whole ordeal, fuck you.
And even though I was never mean to anyone who wasn’t part of our group, it’s not like I really noticed them either. Those kids just didn’t have anything to do with me. And so I acted like they were invisible.
What. A. Bitch. I’m being serious here when I ask: is this all satire? Is this a very clever play on the horrible ‘Twilight’ clones we have as mass-market paperbacks that stock shelves nowadays? Please say yes. Please. This character is the one we root for. It’s just because she underwent a horrible tragedy that we find out she’s inherently ‘good’, but here’s evidence to refute it. If she hadn’t had her family die right before her, there’s no way she wouldn’t have ended up a completely shitty person. No fucking way. She would be cute, blond, and bitchy (not to mention a varsity cheerleader, whatever that means). The real character has been revealed here.
And that’s exactly why I need to stay away from Damen because his ability to charge my skin with his touch, and siIence the world with his voice is a dangerous temptation I cannot indulge.
I won’t risk hurting my friendship with Haven. And I can’t risk getting too close.
This sounds like it’s been ripped right out of ‘Twilight’ and then pasted messily into this novel. God, please make it stop.