"Laurell K. Hamilton - Anita Blake 05 - Bloody Bones" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Laurell K)

junior high, it seemed you did get recess. By the time I got there, you
didn't. The way of the world.
I parked as close to the building as I could. This was my second visit to
Richard's school, and my first during the actual school day. We'd come once to
get some papers he'd forgotten. No students then. I entered the main entrance
and ran into a crowd. It must have been between classes when they moved the
warm bodies from one room to another.
I was instantly aware that I was about the same height as or shorter than
everyone I saw. There was something claustrophobic about being jostled by the
book-carrying, backpack-wearing crowd. There had to be a circle of Hell where
you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower
circles.
I flowed with the crowd towards Richard's room. I admit I took comfort in
the fact that I was better dressed than most of the girls. Petty as hell, but
I had been chunky in junior high. There isn't a lot of difference between
chunky and fat when it comes to teasing. I'd had my growth spurt and never
been fat again. That's right; I'd been even tinier once. Shortest kid in
school for years and years.
I stood to one side of the doorway, letting the students come and go.
Richard was showing something in a textbook to a young girl. She was blonde,
wearing a flannel shirt over a black dress that was three sizes too big for
her. She was wearing what looked like black combat boots with heavy white
socks rolled over the tops of them. The outfit was very now. The look of
adoration on her face was not. She was shiny and eager just because Mr. Zeeman
was giving her some one-on-one help.
I had to admit that Richard was worth a crush or two. His thick brown hair
was tied back in a ponytail that gave the illusion that his hair was very
short and close to his head. He has high, full cheekbones and a strong jaw,
with a dimple that softens his face and makes him look almost too perfect. His
eyes are a solid chocolate brown with those thick lashes that so many men have
and women want. The bright yellow shirt made his permanently tanned skin seem
even darker. His tie was a dark, rich green that matched the dress slacks he
wore. His jacket was draped across the back of his desk chair. The muscles in
his upper arms worked against the cloth of his shirt as he held the book.
The class was mostly seated, the hallway nearly silent. He closed the book
and handed it to the girl. She smiled and scrambled for the door, late to her
next class. Her eyes flicked over me as she passed, wondering what I was doing
there.
She wasn't the only one. Several of the seated students were glancing my
way. I stepped into the room.
Richard smiled. It warmed me down to my toes. The smile saved him from
being too handsome. It wasn't that it wasn't a great smile. He could have done
toothpaste commercials. But the smile was a little boy's smile, open and
welcoming. There was no guile to Richard, no deep, dark plan. He was the
world's biggest Boy Scout. The smile showed that.
I wanted to go to him, have him wrap his arms around me. I had a horrible
urge to grab his tie and lead him out of the room. I wanted to touch his chest
underneath the yellow shirt. The urge was so strong, I put my hands in the
pockets of my jacket. Mustn't shock the students. Richard affects me like that
sometimes. Okay, most of the time when he's not furry, or licking blood off