The Magical Beings' Rehabilitation Center: The Complete Series by K.M. Shea

Author:K.M. Shea [Shea, K.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-03T23:00:00+00:00

2

Considering My Future

The following day I met Fran—my best friend since elementary school who knows nothing about my unusual job—for coffee at McDonalds before school.

“Why do we do this?” I asked, grouchy and unhappy with the early hour. Between the MBRC, school work, and my pathetic excuse of a social life, I can’t say I get the recommended eight hours of sleep.

“Because it’s the only time we see each other outside of school and we can’t meet after because of my extracurricular activities and your work schedule,” Fran said, stirring her java chip frappe. (I have no idea how she can consume an iced coffee when it’s snowing.)

“We’re crazy,” I said, propping my head up with my hand.

“Possibly,” Fran agreed. “What are you doing this Saturday?”

“I’m available in the morning, but I’ll be working in the afternoon and evening.”

“Can’t you switch hours?”

“Nope. It’s a meeting I’m required to attend,” I said, looking at the customers around us. There was a cute, old couple eating breakfast together, and a guy with a purplish complexion sat at the table next to us, but otherwise most of the McDonald’s customers came in for their orders and marched right back out.

“I don’t understand how a doctor—even if he is a research doctor—can have so many meetings,” Fran said. Since my MBRC adventure started in our sophomore year, she’s been told I work for a doctor. Thankfully she isn’t terribly interested in my part time job.

“It comes with the territory,” I said, swirling my cup of hot chocolate. “How about Sunday?”

Fran bit her lip. “I have a date. But I could always cancel—,”

“Don’t you dare,” I said, smacking my hand on the McDonald’s table before I realized it was covered with sticky residue. “It’s with that Ethan kid you met a few weeks ago at Starbucks, right? Go on the date. He’s the first guy to lure you out since—”

“Do not utter his name,” Fran growled.

“Don’t mention whose name?” a silver haired boy with a track star’s build asked, plopping down on the booth seat next to me.

“Hey, Frey,” I said. One would never guess it by looking at his build, but Frey was a werewolf. (He was the same werewolf that introduced me to the MBRC after his assignment, Dave-the-fat-vampire, blew their cover. Dave was now a fulltime teacher at our school, which is why Frey was still my classmate.) “We were just talking about…” I trailed off.

“Brett Patterson, right?” Frey said.

Fran sat ramrod straight, her eyes transformed into narrowed slits. Her plastic cup crackled in her hand as she clenched it.

“Try not to say his name,” I muttered to Frey.

“Sorry,” Frey said.

“I still don’t get why you two haven’t dated each other, yet,” Fran said, brightening with the topic change.

“What do you mean?” I asked as Frey shook his head in distaste.

“You have the same part time job, you’re always whispering to each other and acting all secretive, and you’ve been great friends since Frey transferred here. You’re a perfect couple.”

Yeah, all because Frey’s werewolf instincts labeled me as a pack member, or in less convoluted terms: family.

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