"Hex Hall?" I repeated.
"Hecate is kind of a mouthful," Jenna explained. "Most people just say Hex. Besides, it feels kind of appropriate."
"Oh."
"So what was it?" she asked again. "Did you make it rain frogs, or turn some guy into a newt?"
I leaned back on my bed, trying to imitate Jenna's air of nonchalance, but it turns out that's really hard to do on a bare mattress, so I sat up and started pulling things out of my trunk. "I did a love spell for this girl in my class. It went badly."
"Didn't work?"
"Worked too well." I gave her the short version of the Kevin/Felicia episode.
"Day-um," she said, shaking her head. "That's hard core."
"Apparently," I said. "So you're . . . uh, you're a vampire. How exactly did that happen?"
Her eyes didn't meet mine, but her tone was casual. "Same way it happens to everyone else: met a vamp, got bitten. Not really that interesting."
I couldn't blame her for not wanting to share the whole story with someone she'd only known for fifteen minutes.
"So your mom is normal, huh?" she asked.
Hmm. Not exactly something I wanted to get into on the first day, but hey, this was what Fitting In was all about, right? Sharing makeup, clothes, and dark secrets with your roommate.
I cleared my throat. "Yeah, my dad is a warlock, but they're not together or anything anymore."
"Oh," Jenna said knowingly. "Say no more. A lot of the kids here come from divorced families. Even magic doesn't ensure a happy marriage, apparently."
"Are your parents divorced?"
She finally found the nail polish she'd been searching for. "No, they're still disgustingly happy. Or, I mean . . . I guess they are. I haven't seen them since I, uh, changed, or whatever."
"Oh wow," I replied. "That sucks."
"No pun intended?" she asked.
"Right." I finished putting the sheets on my bed. "So if you're a vamp, do I have to be really careful about not opening the drapes in the morning?"
"Nope. See this?" She tugged on a silver chain around her neck and held up a small pendant. It was about the size and shape of a jelly bean, and dark red. Anyone else might mistake it for a ruby, but I'd seen pictures of something like it in one of Mom's books.
"A bloodstone?" Bloodstones were clear, hollow stones that could be filled with the blood of a powerful witch or warlock. The stone acted as a protection against lots of different things. I guess in Jenna's case it negated all her vampire issues, which was a relief. At least now I knew I could eat garlic in front of her.
Jenna started painting her left hand. "So what about blood?" I asked.
She let out a huge sigh. "It's completely embarrassing. I have to go to the infirmary. They have a minifridge in there with a bunch of bags of blood, like it's the Red Cross or something."
I suppressed a shudder at the image. Blood is so very gross to me. If I give myself a paper cut, I nearly hyperventilate. I was really glad to hear
Jenna wouldn't be snacking in our room. I could never date a vampire. Just the thought of blood breath . . . ugh.
Then I noticed that Jenna was staring at me. Crap. Had my disgust been written all over my face? Just in case, I faked a smile and said, "Awesome. Like a bloody Capri Sun."
Jenna laughed. "Nice one."
We sat in companionable silence for a moment before Jenna asked, "So your parents' breakup was ugly?"
"Apparently," I answered. "It happened before I was born."
She looked up from her nails. "Whoa."
I walked to my desk. Someone, Mrs. Casnoff, I guess, had left my class schedule there. It looked like a normal enough schedule, but said things like "M-F, 9:15-10:00, Magical Evolution, Yellow Sitting Room."
"Yeah. Mom doesn't talk about it much, but whatever happened, it was bad enough that she won't let him meet me."
"So you've never seen your own dad?"
"I have a picture. And I've talked to him on the phone, and e-mail."
"Damn. I wonder what he did. Did he, like, hit her or something?"
"I don't know!" It came out more sharply than I had intended.
"Sorry," she murmured.
I turned to my bed and began smoothing my comforter. After I'd fixed about five imaginary wrinkles (and Jenna had painted one nail three times), I turned back and said, "I didn't mean to snap--"
"No, it's cool. That was none of my business anyway."
That cozy feeling of companionship was completely gone now.
"It's just . . . for like, my whole life, I've lived with only my mom, and
I'm just not used to this whole telling-your-life-story thing yet. I guess we've always been pretty private."
Jenna nodded, but she still wasn't looking at me.
"I guess you and your old roommate told each other everything, huh?"
That dark look came over her face again. She abruptly capped her bottle of nail polish. "No," she said softly. "Not everything."
She tossed the bottle into her drawer and hopped off her bed. "See you at dinner."
As she left, she nearly smacked into Mom, mumbling an apology as she ran off.
"Soph," Mom said, dropping down onto my bed. "Don't tell me you already had a fight with your roommate."