Trail of the Fox (Family of the Fox, #2) by F.M. Isaacs

Author:F.M. Isaacs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: transformation, time travel, changer, animal transformation, inanimate transformation, powerful young girl, TF novel, TF, Aldous, The Sad Little Peahen, Family of the Fox, Field of the Cloth of Gold, Jewish, Swan Lake, Rothbart, Contemporary fantasy, young adult fantasy, band geek, transformation novel, girl shapeshifter, shapeshifter, shifter
Publisher: F.M. Isaacs
Published: 2020-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I entered my Calculus class wondering why I hadn't experienced a hangover after I'd had the punch. I was so deep in thought, I nearly collided with Jason, who sprang up from his chair.

“Hey,” he said, blushing. I'd never heard so much emotion pent up in one word before. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, fine,” I grinned. “But I'm never drinking punch anymore.”

“Yeah, I heard a lot of people were sick after the party. But it hit you right away! Crazy! I bet a whole bunch of drugs were tossed into that punch. Funny, didn't bother me. I felt great after, although I don't really remember much...” He returned a smile and sat back down. He'd been gripping his phone in his hand, and, without looking away, he fidgeted with it for a moment. “That guy take you home?”

That guy? Why did everyone call him “that guy”? “Ruben? Yeah.”

The way he raised his eyebrows bothered me. Was he assuming that I'd partaken in something inexcusable? Why was Ruben any of his business, anyway? “He didn't do anything. It's fine.” I turned to take my seat.

“So you guys are...seeing each other?” he asked from behind me. And I was pretty sure that I wasn't imagining it – he sounded dejected.

I faced him, relishing my next words. “Yes, we are.”

“Oh,” he replied slowly. “Okay. Nice.”

I sat down, the obvious regret in his last words making me feel guilty. But where had he been all these years? We were never close. If he wanted to become better friends now, I was open to it. He'd just have to come to terms with my love life at some point.

During the lecture, I found myself checking every few minutes for a text from Ruben. Dr. Fenston must have noticed this because, for the first time ever, he called on me. I was grateful that I'd been paying attention well enough to answer his question correctly.

The day went on, until finally, after band rehearsal, I received a short, abrupt one-liner:

“Dad's funeral is Sunday at 1.”

I texted back, “I'd like to go with you. Can you pick me up?”

“It's a three-hour trip. Plus you have a Calculus review then.”

The way he knew my schedule was pretty impressive.

“Ruben, please. I can miss a review. I’m doing fine in the course.”

There was such a long pause between texts that I left the building and started back to my dorm.

When my phone went off, I jumped.

“Be ready at 9AM.”

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