Fallen - Lauren Kate [33]
Daniel just nodded in their direction and didn’t slow down as he passed.
When Luce looked at Cam, he was watching Daniel. He turned to Luce and said, more loudly than he needed to, “I almost forgot to tell you. Having a little party in my room tonight after Social. I’d love for you to come.”
Daniel was still within earshot. Luce had no idea what this Social thing was, but she was supposed to meet Penn beforehand. They were supposed to walk over together.
Her eyes were fixed on the back of Daniel’s head, and she knew she needed to answer Cam about his party, and it really shouldn’t be so hard, but when Daniel turned around and looked back at her with eyes she swore were mournful, the phone behind her started ringing, and Cam reached for it and said, “I’ve got to take this, Luce. You’ll be there?”
Almost imperceptibly, Daniel nodded.
“Yes,” Luce told Cam. “Yes.”
“I still don’t see why we have to run,” Luce was panting twenty minutes later. She was trying to keep up with Penn as they scrambled back across the commons toward the auditorium for the mysterious Wednesday Night Social, which Penn still hadn’t explained. Luce had barely enough to time to make it upstairs to her room, to slick on lip gloss and her better jeans just in case it was that kind of social. She was still trying to slow her breath down from her run-in with Cam and Daniel when Penn barged into her room to drag her back out the door.
“People who are chronically tardy never understand the many ways in which they screw up the schedules of people who are punctual and normal,” Penn told Luce as they splashed through a particularly soggy portion of the lawn.
“Ha!” A laugh erupted behind them.
Luce looked back and felt her face light up when she saw Arriane’s pale, skinny frame jogging to catch up with them. “Which quack said you were normal, Penn?” Arriane nudged Luce and pointed down. “Watch out for the quicksand!”
Luce sloshed to a halt just before she’d have landed in a scarily muddy patch on the lawn. “Somebody please tell me where we’re going!”
“Wednesday night,” Penn said flatly. “Social Night.”
“Like … a dance or something?” Luce asked, visions of Daniel and Cam already moving across the dance floor of her mind.
Arriane hooted. “A dance with death by boredom. The term ‘social’ is typical Sword & Cross doublespeak. See, they’re required to schedule social events for us, but they are also terrified of scheduling social events for us. Sticky predicky.”
“So instead,” Penn added, “they have these really awful events like movie nights followed by lectures about the movie, or—God, do you remember last semester?”
“There was that whole symposium on taxidermy?”
“So, so creepy.” Penn shook her head.
“Tonight, my dear,” Arriane drawled, “we get off easy. All we have to do is snore through one of the three movies on rotation in the Sword & Cross video library. Which one do you think it’ll be tonight, Pennyloafer? Starman? Joe Versus the Volcano? Or Weekend at Bernie’s?”
“It’s Starman.” Penn groaned.
Arriane shot Luce a baffled look. “She knows everything.”
“Hold on,” Luce said, tiptoeing around the quicksand and lowering her voice to a whisper as they approached the front office of the school. “If you’ve all seen these movies so many times, why the rush to get here?”
Penn pulled open the heavy metal doors to the “auditorium,” which, Luce realized, was a euphemism for a regular old room with low, drop-paneled ceilings and chairs arranged to face a blank white wall.
“Don’t want to get stuck in the hot seat next to Mr. Cole,” Arriane