Off Course by Georgina Bloomberg & Catherine Hapka

Author:Georgina Bloomberg & Catherine Hapka
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: An A Circuit Novel
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
Published: 2012-08-19T04:00:00+00:00

“Are you kidding me?” Tommi exclaimed. “Truth isn’t subjective—it’s just, you know, the truth!”

The guy she was talking to leaned closer and grinned. “No way,” he said, tossing his head to get his over-long brown hair out of his eyes. “You should read some Kierkegaard sometime. Truth, like, totally depends on the person who’s experiencing it. Or something.”

“You’re nuts.” Tommi waved her beer for emphasis. A little sloshed over the edge of the plastic cup. Oops. But she figured it didn’t matter. The couch she was sitting on was even more disgusting than the one in Cousin Jon’s house. She took another drink.

Meanwhile the brown-haired guy—Tommi was pretty sure his name was Mike, or possibly Mark—poked her in the shoulder. “Seriously, you really need to educate yourself, dude,” he declared. “Because a girl as hot as you shouldn’t be so deluded about the basics of, you know, existential thought and stuff.”

“Shut up and get me another beer, you pretentious Ivy League asshole.” Tommi grinned as the guy laughed, saluted, then hurried off toward the keg in the corner. Okay, she was a little drunk. Maybe even more than a little. But she was having a blast.

The party was in full swing. The later it got, the more people turned up and crowded into the frat house. If the place was this packed now, Tommi couldn’t imagine how they’d cram everybody in during the school year.

She glanced around for her friends. Brooke was over by the doorway, flirting with a couple of guys. Court and Jon were dancing in front of one of the speakers. The others were nowhere to be seen.

Leaning back against the couch, Tommi closed her eyes for a second and hummed along with the hip-hop song that was playing. Despite all her earlier angst, she was glad she’d come on this trip. It was good to get away from her normal life once in a while, and this was about as far away as you could get. She’d almost forgotten how people outside of New York weren’t nearly as likely to recognize her last name or know much about her or her father. It was kind of cool to feel so anonymous. So free of other people’s expectations.

Mike-Mark came back with two overflowing cups. “Here you go, babe.” He handed one to her, then sucked the foam off the top of the other. “So anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, Kierkegaard …”

They were still arguing about philosophy or something close to it a few minutes later when Rashad appeared. “Yo, Tommi!” His voice was a little louder than normal; his brown eyes a little brighter. “S’up?”

“Dude.” Tommi struggled to sit up, spilling more beer onto herself in the process. The couch might be a homemade penicillin experiment, but damn, it was comfy. “Where you been?”

“Looking for you.” He grinned and held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

Tommi stuck out her hand and let him drag her to her feet. “Hey, I was just going to ask her to dance,” Mike-Mark complained, his words slurring a little.

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