4 Waxing & Waning by Amanda M. Lee

Author:Amanda M. Lee [Lee, Amanda M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: WinchesterShaw Publications
Published: 2014-12-03T05:00:00+00:00

Twenty

The rest of the semester flew by. Finals were a pain – but they were easier than they had been in the past. Now that I was taking classes that actually piqued my interest – Oceanography and the never-ending study of tidal patterns notwithstanding – things were simplifying themselves.

Well, at least on the academic front.

My personal life was still a mess. We’re not dwelling on that, though. Yeah, sure, a vampire thinks watching me sleep is fine – and the werewolf I used to date has a total wench as a girlfriend – but these are not the things I’m focusing on. What? I’m not. Oh, shut up.

Professor Blake was still acting cagey. He promised he would have more information when I returned from Christmas break, but I wasn’t holding my breath. I was lying to him; he was lying to me. It was like a carousel that never stopped. He was just one of the creepy ducks on the carousel that gave me nightmares. And, no, I’m not bitter.

“I can’t believe we’re finally having a party.”

I was sitting on the couch, flipping through the channels, when Tally descended from the second floor. She looked like she was going to a disco bar instead of a house party.

“We’ve had several parties,” I said. “And I can’t tell you how excited I am for this one.”

“Has the keg arrived?”

None of us were twenty-one yet, so we’d had to cajole the new fixture in our lives, Scott, into paying for the keg. He was out with Paris right now securing it. “Nope.”

“What are you doing?”

“Debating the meaning of life.”

Tally pursed her lips. She was wearing a cropped top, her toned midriff on display for the masses to enjoy, and her hair was perfect. I still couldn’t figure out how one person could wear so much makeup. “Is that a joke?”

“I’m watching Duck Dynasty,” I replied. “What do you think?”

“Is that a joke?”

She’s so slow sometimes. “Do you need something?”

“Where is Kristy?”

I had no idea. The only time I spent with the girl involved sitting on the floor in front of the television playing euchre. She was surprisingly adept when it came to card games. “In her room?”

“Is that what you’re wearing?”

I glanced down at my simple V-neck and jeans and shrugged. “I wasn’t aware it was a fashion show.”

“I didn’t say it was a fashion show,” she said.

“We should probably have told everyone else,” I said. “What if someone wears polyester?”

“You’re so difficult,” Tally said, shuddering at the thought of polyester. “I don’t understand why you have to be so harsh.”

I sighed. “I’m not harsh. I’m sarcastic.”

“Is there a difference?”

“I’m probably not the person to ask.” Why was she still talking to me?

Thankfully, the front door opened and Paris and Scott made their way into the house – each holding the handle of a keg.

“Yay,” Tally said, clapping her hands. “I was so worried you wouldn’t make it.”

“Where would they have gone?” I asked.

Tally ignored me. “Let’s put the keg in the basement.

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