Fallen - Lauren Kate [92]
It wasn’t deep, just a peck, but Luce felt like it was much more. She couldn’t breathe for the shock and the thrill and the public viewing potential of this very long, very unexpected—
“What the—!”
Cam’s head had spun away, and then he was hunched over, clutching his jaw.
Daniel was standing behind him, rubbing his wrist. “Keep your hands off her.”
“Didn’t hear you,” Cam said, drawing himself up slowly.
Oh. My. God. They were fighting. In the library. Over her.
Then, in one clean movement, Cam lunged toward Luce. She screamed as his arms began to close around her.
But Daniel’s hands were quicker. He swatted Cam away hard, and shoved him against the computer table. Cam grunted as Daniel grabbed a fistful of his hair and pinned his head down flat.
“I said keep your filthy hands off her, you evil piece of shit.”
Penn squealed, picked up her pencil bag, and tiptoed over to the wall. Luce watched as she tossed her dingy yellow pencil bag once, twice, three times in the air. The fourth time, it went high enough to nail the small black camera screwed into the wall. The hit sent the camera’s lens swerving far to the left, toward a very still stack of nonfiction books.
By then, Cam had thrown Daniel off and they were circling each other, their feet squeaking on the polished floor.
Daniel started ducking before Luce even realized Cam was winding up. But Daniel still didn’t duck quickly enough. Cam landed what looked like a knockout punch just below Daniel’s eye. Daniel wheeled back from the force of it, jostling Luce and Penn against the computer table. He turned and muttered a woozy apology before careening back around.
“Oh my God, stop!” Luce cried, just before he leaped at Cam’s head.
Daniel tackled Cam, throwing a messy flurry of punches at his shoulders and the sides of his face.
“That feels good,” Cam grunted, popping his neck from side to side like a boxer. Still hanging on, Daniel moved his hands around Cam’s neck. And squeezed.
Cam responded by throwing Daniel back against a tall shelf of books. The impact boomed out into the library, louder than the thunder outside.
Daniel grunted and let go. He dropped to the floor with a thud.
“What else you got, Grigori?”
Luce reeled, thinking he might not get up. But Daniel pulled himself up quickly.
“I’ll show you,” he hissed. “Outside.” He stepped toward Luce, then away. “You stay here.”
Then both boys thumped out of the library, through the back exit Luce had used the night of the fire. She and Penn stood frozen to their spots. They stared at each other, jaws dropped.
“Come on,” Penn said, dragging Luce over to a window that looked out on the commons. They pressed their faces to the glass, rubbing away the fog of their breath.
The rain was coming down in sheets. The field outside was dark, except for the light that came through the library windows. It was so muddy and slick, it was hard to see anything at all.
Then two figures sprinted out to the center of the commons. Both of them were soaked instantly. They argued for a moment, then started circling each other. Their fists were raised again.
Luce gripped the windowsill and watched as Cam made the first move, running at Daniel and slamming into him with his shoulder. Then a quick spinning kick to his ribs.
Daniel keeled over, clutching his side. Get up. Luce willed him to move. She felt like she had been kicked herself. Every time Cam went at Daniel, she felt it in her bones.
She couldn’t stand to watch.
“Daniel stumbled for a second there,” Penn announced after Luce had turned away. “But he shot right up and totally clocked Cam in the face. Nice!”
“You’re enjoying this?” Luce asked, horrified.
“My dad and I used to watch UFC,” Penn said. “Looks like both of these guys have had some serious mixed martial art training. Perfect cross, Daniel!” She groaned. “Aw, man.”
“What?” Luce peered out again. “Is he hurt?”
“Relax,” Penn said. “Someone’s coming to break up the fight. Just when Daniel was bouncing back.”
Penn was right. It looked like Mr. Cole jogging across the campus. When he got to where