Vampires Drink Tomato Juice: A Chicago Urban Fantasy Comedy (The Magical Beings' Rehabilitation Center Book 1) by K. M. Shea

Author:K. M. Shea [Shea, K. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-07-01T04:00:00+00:00

“Fran, it’s cool to be nerdy, but not geeky, right? Or is it the other way around?” I asked, staring at my notebook with frustration.

“What, are you working on a paper for English or something?” Fran asked me as she stapled a packet of papers.

Michael and I always got to school with thirty minutes to spare, so Fran and I usually hung out in a computer lab or the student council room and finished school work before classes started.

“Sorta. I’m trying to define the difference between nerd and geek for an assignment,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“Nerds are the super academics—the ones who are going to invent super computers and cures for cancer. They’re the ones you want to marry! Geeks are the extreme Star Wars and Lord of the Rings fans,” Fran flippantly replied.

“So, it’s cool to be nerdy, right?”

“Cha.”

“Thanks,” I said, scrawling her explanation in the margin of my notes.

“Hey, Morgan. Hi, Fran!”

My eyes shot up from the notebook, and I smiled up at Brett Patterson. “Hey, Brett! Come on in; no one else is here.”

“Hey, Brett,” Fran said, beckoning with a hand after I elbowed her.

I did my best to give Brett an inviting grin as he entered the tiny student council room.

“So, what are you two up to?” Brett asked, smiling as he plopped himself down on the table, sitting across from Fran.

“Homework,” I smiled.

“Student Council work,” Fran said. She didn’t even spare him a glance as she efficiently stapled another stack of papers.

“That’s right. The Halloween dance is this weekend, isn’t it? Are you student council guys making posters for it?” Brett said, poking a finger beneath Fran’s various packets so he could study one.

“Yep. It is our responsibility to advertise it,” Fran briskly said, pounding the stapler again.

“Ah,” Brett said, watching her.

I don’t know why, but Fran always seems to channel an old business lady whenever Brett was around. She gets really blunt and borderline rude.

“So, what’s new with you, Brett?” I asked.

“Not much. Cassie has the car tonight, so I don’t have wheels.” Brett launched into a rant about his older sisters (whom we knew from elementary school) when I saw movement behind him.

Frey—unmistakable with his silver hair—walked past the open door. A few seconds later, he reappeared, walking backwards. He caught my eye and smiled.

I beamed at Brett before glaring at Frey and shaking my head.

A Jack O’ Lantern smile spread across Frey’s face, and his green eyes gleamed as he nodded.

I violently shook my head again and slid my pointer finger across my throat in a slitting motion.

Frey beamed angelically.

Our silent exchange caught Fran’s attention. She welcomed Frey into the room with something that sounded like relief. “Frey, why are you standing out there? Come, talk with us. Are we still celebrating that you and Morgan have kissed and made up?”

“We did not kiss or make up. I’m just…talking to him again,” I hissed at Fran while Frey trotted into the room and plopped down next to me.

“Hi, Honey,” Frey said, grinning at me before leaning close.

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