Bart of Darkness (The Book of Bart 2) by Ryan Hill

Author:Ryan Hill [Hill, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2017-07-10T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

This Guy?

Sam texted me every few minutes, asking how far I was from the Barwell Road Community Center in southeast Raleigh. I got tired of responding on the second message. On the fifth, I screamed at my phone, then threw it out the window. The catch was I didn’t roll down the window first, so the phone bounced off the glass and smacked me on the nose.

I winced, the pain shooting through my nose and into my eyes, and the Benz swerved into the next lane, a Toyota greeting the intrusion with its horn. I stared at the road through wet and murky eyes, steering the SUV back into its lane.

I’d never known Sam to text me like an excited tween trying to buy concert tickets to the latest and most popular boy band, but here she was, doing that very thing. She must’ve stumbled onto something Caelo-related. Or a pot of gold. Good for her, but she didn’t need to text me eight thousand times about it. I understood the sugar-free angel was excited. That was obvious on the third text.

Six minutes and 433 texts later, I’d arrived. I parked my Benz in a back corner of the center’s parking lot, next to Sam’s SUV. It was one of the few open spaces in the entire lot. Not that I frequented community centers, but it didn’t seem like the kind of place that was bumpin’ on a Wednesday night.

Sam waved for me to get in her SUV, and I moved for the front passenger side. Remy was sitting there, though, so I groaned and got into the seat behind the Cajun. I hadn’t even shut the door when Sam opened her mouth, speaking a mile a minute and with the volume of a jet engine.

“Oh, my gosh, you are not going to believe what’s going on,” she said.

“Can you turn down the volume?” I asked. “I’m not a teenager who just discovered loud music.”

“Okay, sorry.” Sam sat in silence, looking like I’d sucked the air out of her lungs.

“You’re fine,” I said. “Had a long night, is all.” That was as close to an apol– an apolo– an indication that I may have jumped down her throat as I’d offer.

“We followed that teacher of yours here,” Remy said. “You going to sleep with this one and fall under her spell too?”

I laughed. It was loud, obnoxious, and very annoying. The laughter continued until Sam and Remy looked uncomfortable. Only then did I cease my obnoxious behavior.

“I didn’t sleep with the last one,” I said. “Get your facts straight. I sl–”

“Can you two stop?” Sam asked. “Please?”

Sam’s request didn’t bother me. It was cute, realizing she didn’t want Remy to know that my last run-in with a supernatural teacher had led to sex with Sam, not the teacher. The three of us sat in silence, staring at the dimly lit community center. Nobody went in or out of the place.

“How long has Miss Adams been in there?” I asked.

“Forty-five minutes or so,” Sam said.

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