Ancient Evil (The First Genocide Book 1) by Brent J. Griffiths Page A

Bronte sisters or any of the
regular bull feces of the closet sci-fiend. It was utterly and completely
liberating how secure in her coolness she is. I really like her.”
    “Yeah, you said that. Now stop your fuckin’
smiling, I am trying to eat.” He then mumbled, “I am sure that those beautiful
pert tits have nothing to do with this at all.”
    Finn smiled wider, “Doesn’t hurt.” Finn
stirred the pale macaroni in the thin cheese sauce uncomfortably. “Anyway, I
needed to talk to you and I need you to pretend to be someone reasonable and
sensitive. Can you do that for me?”
    “I don’t really think that’s me. I can try
but, you know me, honest to a fault.”
    Finn sighed then continued. “Here’s the
problem, I think Bex likes me, but I’m not sure. What if she is, um, I don’t
know, evil or something. What if she wants to make a fool of me?”
    “Always a possibility, pal. Happened to me
a number of times … remember that girl on the bike?”
    “What? The one that you claimed smiled at
you? The one that you chased down the street?”
    “Aye, her. When I eventually caught up with
her, she told me to piss off.”
    “With all due respect, mate, not the same
thing.”
    “Ah, I get it. You think that Bex is not a bitch.” Jonni nodded sagely and stroked his goatee. “We’ll see about that.
Tell me what happened.”
    “Well, after the pub crawl we ended up in
the Union.”
    “OK, let’s run through it.” Jonni, laced
his fingers together, with index fingers extended, and tapped his lips with his
fingers thoughtfully. “When someone she knew approached, did she ignore you and
talk to them instead?”
    “Uh uh, she introduced me and tried to
involve me in the conversation.”
    “Hmm. How about when she went to the
bathroom? Did she come back? Or did you need to track her down?”
    “She came back.”
    “How about that fucking Friday night mosh
pit in front of the bar? When you managed to fight your way to the bar and
returned with drinks, had she ditched you.”
    “Nope, she shouted and waved at me. She had
managed to snag a table.”
    “Hmmm, very curious.” Jonni tilted his head
to the side. “And when you left the building, did she tell you to piss off and
walk home alone?”
    “Again, no. You can see my confusion. She
said she was hungry –”
    “Wait, wait, I think we are getting
somewhere now. Where did she want to go, the All Night Bakery or the All Night
Garage?” Jonni leaned forward eagerly.
    “MacIver’s”
    “Where the fuck is MacIver’s?” said Jonni.
    “MacIver’s. The bakery.”
    “What? The All Night Bakery? If you went to
the All Night Bakery, say the All Night Bakery.”
    “Well the sign doesn’t say ‘All Night
Bakery.’ They just figured out that they could sell pies and sausage rolls and
such to drunken students at night, since they are there anyway baking bread for
the morning. It’s a real bakery, not just a munchie magnet. We all just call it
the All Night Bakery, but it is actually ‘MacIver’s Bakery’.”
    “Huh, who’d a fuckin’ known? Well, except
for you, you wanker.”
    “Anyway, moving on. You seemed interested
in whether we went to the All Night Bakery or the All Night Garage. Why? I’m
intrigued. I shouldn’t be, but I am.”
    “Well,” Jonni said, “I was thinking she was
going to get you to take her to the Garage to buy her a bunch of food and some
fags and then ditch you, but no, she chose the Bakery. Did she at least make
you pay for her, what? What did she order?”
    “A macaroni pie. And no, she didn’t make me
pay; she paid for it herself.”
    Jonni threw his hands up in the air. “Well,
you got me beat. I cannae figure it out.”
    “So, you think she actually, you know,”
Finn cleared his throat, “likes me?”
    “Only one way to find out.” Jonni paused
dramatically. “Ask her to go to the ball.”
    “The ball? What ball?”
    “I don’t know what fucking ball. One of the
Halls must be holding one soon. Ask