Spartan Heart (Mythos Academy: Colorado #1)(6)
Lion bodies, eagle heads, broad wings, long tails. The two statues looked just like the real gryphons that lived in a cavern near the Eir Ruins. I stared at their stone faces a moment, getting my anger under control, then grabbed a plastic tray and got in line to get some lunch.
Unlike that of your typical school cafeteria, the dining-hall food was upscale all the way, in keeping with the wealth and expensive tastes of the students, professors, and other workers. No rubbery chicken nuggets, plastic cups of lumpy applesauce, or paper cartons of sour milk here. Instead, the chefs chopped, grilled, and whipped up everything from crisp garden salads to honey-apricot-glazed chicken to Parmesan-garlic mashed potatoes.
I breathed in, enjoying the delicious aromas and curls of steam that wisped through the air. Maybe Aunt Rachel’s cooking had spoiled me, but I loved all the fancy food, and I didn’t understand why Gwen always wanted to have plain old boring pizza and cheeseburgers. Gourmet was where it was at, baby.
Aunt Rachel was working the end of the lunch line today, dishing up sundaes made with vanilla-bean ice cream, warm chocolate sauce, and fresh sliced strawberries. My stomach rumbled in anticipation. Spartans didn’t have many weaknesses, but dessert was definitely one of mine. I had a massive sweet tooth, and sundaes were one of my favorite treats. I might not have been hungry before, but I could always eat ice cream.
Aunt Rachel knew all about my sugar addiction, and she fixed me an extra-large sundae with lots of chocolate sauce and strawberries, along with chopped toasted almonds sprinkled on top for some nutty crunch. She slid the sundae dish onto my tray, and I admired it. The dessert was almost too pretty to eat. Almost.
“How’s your first day going?” she asked.
I forced myself to smile. “Great. Just great. Except for all the homework.”
She frowned. “Homework already? On the first day?”
“Oh, yeah.”
That part was definitely true. My myth-history professor had already assigned us a lengthy term paper, and we had to have an outline ready for approval next week, which meant that I would be spending some time in the library this afternoon, tracking down reference books.
“How about you?” I asked. “How’s your day going?”
Aunt Rachel smiled, but it seemed she was clenching her jaw to hold the expression in place. “Oh, great. Just great. Just…getting back into the groove of things.”
Unlike my parents, Aunt Rachel was a terrible liar, and I could tell that her day had been as bad as mine. I wondered if the other chefs had gossiped about her behind her back like all the kids had done with me. Probably.
But I forced myself to smile. She would be disappointed that things weren’t any better for me, and I wasn’t going to make her day any worse than it already was. “I’ve got to hit the library after classes and get started on a paper, so I’ll see you tonight at home. Okay?”
“Sure,” Aunt Rachel said. “Sounds good. I’ll fix us a special late-night snack to celebrate our first day.”
“Great.”
I nodded and smiled at her again, as though everything was fine and I really was having a terrific day. Then I dropped my head, moved past her, and paid for my food at the cash register. I stuffed my change into my jeans pocket, grabbed my tray, and turned to face a new dilemma.
Where to sit.
Since this was the first day of school, the dining hall was packed, just like the quad had been this morning, and I didn’t see any empty tables. I didn’t even see any empty seats. At least, none at a table where I thought I could sit and eat in peace without everyone else muttering snarky comments about me. Of course, I could always go outside and eat on the dining-hall steps. I had done that almost every single day last year, no matter how cold and snowy it was outside. Being by myself was better than being with people who hated me.
I started to head outside to find a quiet, deserted spot, but then I realized that Aunt Rachel was still watching me from her place at the end of the lunch line. If I left the dining hall, she would realize that something was wrong, so I clenched my jaw and forced myself to walk past the tables, searching for a seat, any seat, where I could sit for a minute until she went back to work and I could get up and sneak outside—
A shoulder rammed into mine, almost making me drop my tray. I whirled around, ready to snap at the person who’d run into me, but the words died on my lips.
Lance Fuller stood in front of me.
The Roman warrior was six feet tall, with broad, muscled shoulders. His eyes were an intense blue against his tan skin, and his wavy black hair gleamed like polished jet under the lights. In addition to his poster-boy looks, he radiated confidence, and with good reason. Lance Fuller was, quite simply, the guy at Mythos Academy—smart, rich, handsome, charming, popular. He was the guy all the other guys wished they could be and the one all the girls wanted to be with.
Including me.
I’d had a massive, massive crush on Lance ever since the first time I saw him walking across the quad last year. And to my amazement, he had seemed to like me too. We’d had a couple of classes together last year, and he was always volunteering to be my lab partner in chemistry or to work with me on other projects. He had even started asking what movies and music I liked, as though he was thinking about asking me out. But then all the bad stuff with my parents had happened, and my dreams of dating Lance had vanished like a cloud of smoke.
Lance realized that he’d run into me, and he actually smiled, revealing the two perfect dimples in his cheeks. “Hey, Rory. I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you standing there. How’s your first day back?”