Seer (The Seeker Series Book 3) by Amy Reece

Author:Amy Reece [Amy Reece]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Published: 2015-07-14T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

“My master through his art foresees the danger

That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth”

—Shakespeare, The Tempest 2.1

Michael did get the hint, at least somewhat. In class the next day, he apologized for over-doing it on the lunch the day before.

“I am so sorry about that, Ally. I just got carried away. They don’t let me out much.” He laughed in a self-deprecating way. “I’m really sorry. You must think I’m crazy.” He delivered this apology in such a sincere manner, reminding me again of a small puppy, that I readily forgave him.

“It’s okay, Michael. No problem. I just…well, I have a boyfriend, so…”

“Yeah, I got that. Loud and clear.”

I winced. I hadn’t meant to come off as a jerk, but Michael’s behavior had freaked me out. Now I wondered if I had overdone it. Had I let my stress and worry about being followed color my reaction to this sad, rather pathetic guy? And who was I to say that he was pathetic? Who was I to judge? I let my shame over my behavior tamp down the warning bells going off in my head as I said, “Hey, there’s no reason we can’t be friends. If you want.”

His smile transformed his face, and I realized that with some help, fashion advice, etcetera, he could be kind of cute. “Sure. Yeah. That would be great.”

I tried to relax into a casual friendship with him, which worked, for the most part. I gently let him know that I wanted to eat lunch with my boyfriend. Alone. I softened the blow by asking him to meet me for coffee before class the next day. When he tried to pay for mine, I put my hand on his arm, shook my head, and said, “Friends, remember?” He nodded once and stepped aside to let me pay for my drink.

Michael was a sophomore, like me, and planning to major in English. When I teased him about having no future job prospects with that major, he shrugged and said he would worry about it later. College was for learning to think. This was a great sentiment, but I would never be comfortable with not having a firm career path after college; hence my double major in English and education.

My roommates were mixed in their opinions of my new friend: Tara thought I was too nice and in grave danger of being run aground by my sympathy for the downtrodden. “This is what you do, Ally. This is why Travis hung around, even after he dumped you. You always seem to pick up strays.” She had adopted the term from Jack’s description of Michael, when he had shared our lunch story over dinner the night before.

Mina took a gentler approach. “I think it’s nice.”

“Thank you, Mina.” The rest of the group rolled their eyes and let loose a collective groan. We were in the midst of a Jason Bourne film fest—it had been Rémy’s turn to choose.

“He sounds very much like he needs a friend,” she said as she reached for another slice of pizza.

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