“You’ve been going to the witch so often. Are you sure…”
“Don’t worry. I don’t owe her anything. I bring her herbs and give her a little of my blood, and we’re even.” She once started telling me why she needed my blood, and I stopped her. I remember saying, “As long as it doesn’t impact me, then I didn’t give a shit.” She seemed to be happy with that answer.
“The blood is what I’m worried about,” Kassie huffed.
“I looked it up online.” I had told her I didn’t want to know, but one night, curiosity got the best of me. “It’s for killing vampires.” Any way I could help reduce the supernatural population, I was in.
“Well, I can’t complain about that.” She tilted her head to the side. “But I’m not one hundred percent sure about your reasons.”
“I’m eighteen now, so you’re kinda stuck dealing with my decisions.” I grabbed my purse and keys off the ground. “So we’re just going to have to agree to disagree.”
“You better be damn glad I love you.” Kassie took another long sip. “Hurry up, and don’t be late. I’ll have us some steaks for dinner tonight.”
My stomach growled just at the thought. “Yeah, make sure mine is rare. Last time, you overdid it.”
“I got distracted by Aquaman.” Kassie pointed her finger at me and arched an eyebrow. “That means it was justified. Besides, I make one mistake, and you won’t let me live it down.”
“Because it’s food.” Jason Momoa or not, food should never be ruined. It was a damn travesty. “See ya.”
“Be careful.” She shouted as I opened the privacy gate and headed to my car.
My car wasn’t fancy by any means, but I love my little Honda Civic. It was cute, clean, and best of all, a dark red. I pulled out of the driveway and made my way to class.
I parked in the general student parking lot, which happened to be at least a mile away from where I needed to be. It was ten minutes until class started, so I had to hurry.
Luckily, it was a beautiful day. The sun was out, and as always, it was burning up in August. That was one of the things I missed about New York. At least in the city, it was only this miserable for five months out of the year instead of eight like here. Usually around October, it finally began cooling off here.
I grabbed my purse and backpack and slammed the door. I took off and hit the lock button as I went.
“Well, hey there.” A guy nodded at me as I rushed past him.
Ugh, men are such idiots. Not wanting to waste any of my time, I ignored him and pushed my legs faster.
“Dumb bitch.” The guy mumbled under his breath, thinking I couldn’t hear him.
But of course, I had exceptional hearing without my wolf. Normally, I’d turn around and tell him where he could go, but I needed to hurry. I tried to stay under the radar, so I didn’t want to rush in late.
It was sometimes hard hiding how fast I could be, yet another thing that kept me not human. So I tried moving slower than I wanted.
The brick building appeared, and I rushed up the four steps and straight through the doors. My class was on the first floor, so at least I had that going for me.
Within a minute, I entered the classroom and scanned the open desks. Of course, Connor was in this class, and he waved me over to an open seat next to him.
Oh, hell, no.
My eyes scanned past him, and I spotted an open seat in the very back. That’s where I wanted to be. I slipped between a few desks and walked through the aisle, heading for my perfect seat.
“Elena,” Connor called as if he thought I hadn’t seen him.
That night proved, over and over again, how much of a mistake it’d been. I unzipped my bag and pulled out my book for class.
“I think that guy is hollering for you.” A girl leaned over and giggled. “He’s pretty hot.”
“If you’re into the needy kind.” I met her gaze and rolled my eyes. “Seriously, he’s a clinger.”
The girl shrugged, and her hazel eyes twinkled. “Some wouldn’t mind a guy looking like that being that way.” She tilted her head, causing her blonde hair to cascade over her shoulder.
“From what I gather from you, you wouldn’t like him either.” She had on a stylish red wrap dress, which made her eyes and hair pop. She was put together, but there was something independent I saw in her eyes.
“You think you already know me?” She laughed and straightened her shoulders.
“No, but it’s your body language.” I motioned to where we sat. “You’re trying to blend in and not stick out. Your dress is trendy; your nails are painted a light pink as if it was planned for the outfit, and you seem put together. Women who are put together don’t want someone needy.” Or they’re emotionally unavailable like me.
“I’m not sure if I’m impressed or horrified that you pegged me so quickly.” She glanced at the ceiling and shrugged. “I’ll have to get back to you on the verdict.”
“Oh, I’m so eager to hear your decision.” My words were sarcastic. It wasn’t like I cared what she thought anyway.
“Hey, now.” She glanced at me. “Do you know who I am?”
And here, I thought she wouldn’t get on my nerves. Boy, was I wrong. “No, and frankly, I don’t give a rat’s ass. I’m here to learn and leave.”
An older man entered the classroom with gray hair and glasses. He glanced at the class and smiled. “Hi. I’m Professor Smith, so let’s get started.”
As soon as the clock turned to nine-fifty, I stood from my seat and headed to the door.
“Hey, I wasn’t quite done yet.” The professor’s eyes widened when they landed
