Big Vamp on Campus (Half-Moon Hollow Series Book 7) by Molly Harper

Author:Molly Harper [Harper, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Star
Published: 2016-06-05T18:30:00+00:00

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I will not elaborate on my methods of reclaiming the party-planning duties, only that they involved duct tape and the supply closet in the basement. The good news—beyond the fact that I’d also reclaimed my McQueen scarf, several sweaters, a jade bangle, and a dress—was that I now had an unofficial single room.

Free from the pretense of collaborating with my roommate, I made enormous strides in event planning in just a few hours. I called my usual DJ. I called florists. I called blood banks. There would be food and drink and general merriment but no theme. Because this was not My Super Sweet 16.

I decided to reward myself with a bloodychino from the lobby coffee stand. I was standing in the residence hall’s elevator, checking items off on the To Do app on my iPad, and feeling very productive. Thanks to the hall’s above-average Wi-Fi signal, I was able to pull up an e-mail showing a JPEG of the suggested design from my sound and lighting guy. The budget Tina had given me would cover his deposit. The rest of the funds for this party would come from the money I should have paid Gigi’s magical assailant. That could be considered a karmic repayment plan, right?

A notification popped up on my phone. I had a message request. Considering that I only interacted with Jamie on this app, that was strange. I clicked the request and saw that it came from Kenton, the bespectacled vampire from my lit class.

O—Not sure if you’re going to see this because you haven’t accepted my friend request. But I was hoping we could talk about the poetry seminar. I have a couple of thoughts about Middle Eastern literature in general and I thought maybe you’d like to get together for a bloodychino to talk. I tried talking about it with one of our classmates—that guy who sits in front of me—but he put his earbud back in and started playing one of those jewel matching games. So anyway, get back to me about coffee. Unless you’re ignoring me, in which case, I’ll just slink back to my corner of the Internet.

I was tempted to respond, so tempted. And yes, I recognized that a good portion of my emotional response was based on the ego stroke of having someone pursue me, instead of competing with an Xbox and dude bros. Plus, Kenton wasn’t exactly unfortunate-looking. And there was no harm in a little harmless flirtation.

Yes, that was a rationalization. I was a rational vampire. I wasn’t perfect. I clicked on Kenton’s profile.

His profile photo was a selfie of him standing in front of the Eiffel Tower, in 1963. He was taking selfies before it was cool. According to his About tab, Kenton was born in 1890 in New York. He’d been turned in 1913, and he listed “not dying of influenza” as one of his human interests, which made me snicker.

I swiped back to the Messenger app and let my finger hover over his message.

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