Bad Moon (BBW Paranormal Romance) by Jackie Sexton Page B

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    I jumped on the old, dingy stage, buzzing
with energy and alcohol. I wasn’t proud of the events that led me
here, in a beat up old karaoke bar in Tallahassee, but we needed
that prize money and Trent was acting like he was too good for all
of this.
    Well I’ll be the first one to admit that I’m
not. As far as I could tell from the competition, it was worth a
shot.
    I took the microphone from the host’s hand
and avoided making eye-contact with the crowd, keeping my eyes
trained on the blue screen before me. The ruckus let me know that
none of the fratty boys or bleach-blondes were paying any attention
to me—they were all there to get hammered and laid. The weird,
embarrassing singing on the stage was just a plus.
    “Go Bailey!” I heard Brandon call across the
room. I smiled to myself, my nerves slightly dissipating as I
noticed the slur in his voice. At least I wasn’t the only crazy one
in our group that thought this was a good idea. The music started,
and I rocked to it slowly, my eyes still furiously glued to the
screen.
    It was Elton John’s “Your Song.” I both
wanted to kiss Brandon and laugh at him for picking such a cheesy
tune, but it was perfect for the number of shots I had thrown back
in the last hour. I took a deep breath before I let the classic
words flow forth: “It’s a little bit funny...”
    The music coursed through me, sending shivers
down my spine. It had been years since I had sang like this, more
often than not alone in my room with a hairbrush. I closed my eyes,
taking in each note and then letting it fly, each word taking a
part of my soul with me. It soothed me, lulled me into a hypnotic
trance I never wanted to break free from. I could feel tears
welling up in my eyes.
    Boy was I drunk.
    “I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t
mind...” I cried out, letting the raucous build of the chorus
consume me. I opened my eyes and saw that every person in the
goddamn bar was looking at me. In a panic, I focused my gaze on my
boys in the back. Trent was looking straight at me, a lazy smile
spread across his beautiful face. His steely gray eyes looked
moist, like there were tears welling up just waiting to burst
forth.
    Hot tears came to my own eyes as butterflies
erupted in my stomach. I was so angry at him for all the weird
secrets, terrified of his strange shifting abilities, and confused
by the tender stretch of a smile across his face, illuminated only
by the dim, hazy bar lights.
    ‘Holy shit. I’m in love with
him ,’ I realized, a strange pull gripping my heart. The
tears flowed down my face freely, warm and comforting down my cool
skin.
    “How wonderful life is while you’re in the
world. ”