"Christopher Pike - Weekend" - читать интересную книгу автора (Pike Christopher)

"Well, I guess the old man must have seen the snake coming and was trying--" Park paused, looked
around. "Hey, where is that guy?"

"Over there." Sol pointed in the direction from which the man had come. He had already reached the
bluff of the neighbouring hill, and was disappearing over the other side. He must have run. "Man, that cat
can move," Sol said.

"Did you talk to him?" Flynn asked casually.

"Sol did. He only spoke Spanish."

"What did he say?" Flynn asked.

Sol shrugged. "A bunch of crap."

"I'm curious. Tell me," Flynn insisted.

But at that moment, they saw Angie's blue Datsun, weaving a path that failed miserably to miss the many
potholes. Kerry and Shani were with her. Park felt dismayed at his lukewarm reaction to their rescue. Of
course, having an alternative ride was no major relief. Sol had had them on the road at five in the
morning, but they all knew it was only a matter of time before others from their class stumbled by. Sure
he was happy to see Angie, but meeting her here so close to Robin made him feel guilty. What would the
weekend be like? He also had to worry what Shani thought, though she had never so much as hinted that
she thought he had stabbed Robin in the back by dumping her so soon after the accident. In fact, he was
actually happier to see Shani approaching, than Angie. Often he wished that it was she he was attracted
to, and vice versa.

With the possible exception of Lena, Shani was the prettiest girl in the school. She was too thin, and her
breasts were nothing to grab - Sol had tried once - but her hair was as black as the old man's raven,
toppling in a curling cascade to her butt, and Mother Nature had granted her facial structure every break.
Her innocent, pondering profile often reminded Park of Natalie Wood's. Junk food had no part in her
diet. Consequently, the glowing skin he'd appreciated even in grade school had passed, unmarred, into
young womanhood. But her claim on the hearts of Hoover High's male population was due to her eyes.
They were a shade of dawn's darkest, clearest blue, like large, round mountain lakes an hour before
sunrise. Yet with all this, Shani saw herself as nothing more than a bag of bones with a boring personality.
True, she did bore him on occasion, but then, he had known her a long, long time. Kissing her was like
kissing his sister, and he didn't even have a sister. He supposed that leading her home early by the hand in
kindergarten with her pants soiled - his free hand blatantly clasping his nose - had ruined the romance at
the beginning. Whenever he reminded her of the incident, every other week, she would get terribly
embarrassed. Despite all this, he had once tried to seduce her. Afterwards, she hadn't even realised that
he had made the effort. She was a good girl.

Angie was attractive also, but in a more traditional, less exotic fashion. A bleached blonde, she had a tan
in midwinter and brown legs longer than his own. He didn't know what colour her eyes were, but they
were nice. Yet they never had that much to talk about. Only when she had her clothes off was she really
interesting. Not that she was dumb - she had a "B" average and planned on going to college - but there
was nothing in her personality that stood out. She was like a collage of her friends: a bit of Shani's charm,
an ounce of Kerry's nervousness, a glimmer of Robin's sweetness, a slice of Lena's craftiness, all lumped
together with no definitive result. He doubted she loved him - though she had murmured the three words
-- so he did not feel absolutely terrible about not loving her. He liked and respected her; that was