shifter,” Anita said with certainty. I don’t know why I asked; I knew she was right.
I liked Theater Appreciation, but it seemed to last longer than history. Good thing I wasn’t considering Theater as a major. Today was the worst. It’s hard to sit through a class when it seems there are more important things to do, like find out there was yet another supernatural practically living with me. Plus I was starving. But I made it through the entire fifty minutes. I was one step closer to reaching my goal of not failing out of school.
“What do you want to do for lunch?” I asked as we picked up our bags to leave the Tower Theater, where our class was held. I got turned around easily in this room. The tiny theater was a round design, and entirely black: the floors, ceilings, seats, and the walls. It is great for watching a play, but incredibly disorienting when leaving.
Anita snickered as I turned from side to side trying to get my bearings. “Ehmm,” she said pretending to clear her throat, and pointed to the exit behind me. “Well, we all can’t have a nose for directions,” I said pointedly. “I suppose not, but if you wanted to get out of here before your two hour break is over I thought I would help.” She laughed briefly at her own joke, and continued, “So lunch?”
“Do you want to meet up with the guys?” I asked. “No, I don’t want to see Dean until I can talk to him alone after class today. Do you think we can avoid meeting with them without them getting suspicious?” “Yeah, we can tell them we want to look over some monologues. They are still a couple weeks off, but we still need to pick one out and memorize them.” “That sounds like a good excuse, but hey, do we actually have to do that over lunch?” Anita asked alarmed. I pulled a book of monologues for women from my bag. There would be enough for both of us to choose one we liked. “Two birds with this stone,” I said and I tossed her the book. She scowled at me as we each took out our phones to text our excuses to Finn and Dean.
We didn’t have a problem with the guys. Finn texted I should choose something from the Vagina Monologues . None of us had even read them, but he was juvenile enough to find that hilarious. In fact I’m sure that is why they didn’t give us any trouble, at least Finn, because they were afraid they would have to listen to us read whiny female poetry, and discuss it at length. Dean, I’m sure, was also waiting to speak to Anita until they were alone.
Anita left for class, but I still had an hour break. She got back to the dorm at three and I got back an hour later. On my way up the stairs to my room, I saw Dean and Finn playing pool in the rec room on the main floor. I waved and continued upstairs. I bumped into Anita on her way down. “They are both downstairs. Have you had a chance to talk to Dean?” “No, I need you to distract Finn while I talk to Dean,” Anita schemed. “I think I can manage,” I said.
I turned around and sauntered into the rec room. Some girls from the second floor had come down the other staircase, and were doing their best to gain the boys attention. Neither of them seemed to notice too much. Still, I felt threatened. Anita calmly walked over to Dean and whispered into his ear, “Ready to talk?” Dean looked at her with a mixture of hope and concern, “I guess now is as good a time as any.”
I put my hand on Finn’s shoulder, “How about we give them some privacy.” “Any suggestions?” he asked waggling his eyebrows. “Let’s head upstairs, unless you’re afraid of being alone with me?” We headed toward the back staircase, because it was not used as frequently.
Between the second and third floors there was a wide space under the stairs. Finn grabbed my hand and pulled me into the corner. He let go of my hand and grasped my waist. With his other hand he gently
I liked Theater Appreciation, but it seemed to last longer than history. Good thing I wasn’t considering Theater as a major. Today was the worst. It’s hard to sit through a class when it seems there are more important things to do, like find out there was yet another supernatural practically living with me. Plus I was starving. But I made it through the entire fifty minutes. I was one step closer to reaching my goal of not failing out of school.
“What do you want to do for lunch?” I asked as we picked up our bags to leave the Tower Theater, where our class was held. I got turned around easily in this room. The tiny theater was a round design, and entirely black: the floors, ceilings, seats, and the walls. It is great for watching a play, but incredibly disorienting when leaving.
Anita snickered as I turned from side to side trying to get my bearings. “Ehmm,” she said pretending to clear her throat, and pointed to the exit behind me. “Well, we all can’t have a nose for directions,” I said pointedly. “I suppose not, but if you wanted to get out of here before your two hour break is over I thought I would help.” She laughed briefly at her own joke, and continued, “So lunch?”
“Do you want to meet up with the guys?” I asked. “No, I don’t want to see Dean until I can talk to him alone after class today. Do you think we can avoid meeting with them without them getting suspicious?” “Yeah, we can tell them we want to look over some monologues. They are still a couple weeks off, but we still need to pick one out and memorize them.” “That sounds like a good excuse, but hey, do we actually have to do that over lunch?” Anita asked alarmed. I pulled a book of monologues for women from my bag. There would be enough for both of us to choose one we liked. “Two birds with this stone,” I said and I tossed her the book. She scowled at me as we each took out our phones to text our excuses to Finn and Dean.
We didn’t have a problem with the guys. Finn texted I should choose something from the Vagina Monologues . None of us had even read them, but he was juvenile enough to find that hilarious. In fact I’m sure that is why they didn’t give us any trouble, at least Finn, because they were afraid they would have to listen to us read whiny female poetry, and discuss it at length. Dean, I’m sure, was also waiting to speak to Anita until they were alone.
Anita left for class, but I still had an hour break. She got back to the dorm at three and I got back an hour later. On my way up the stairs to my room, I saw Dean and Finn playing pool in the rec room on the main floor. I waved and continued upstairs. I bumped into Anita on her way down. “They are both downstairs. Have you had a chance to talk to Dean?” “No, I need you to distract Finn while I talk to Dean,” Anita schemed. “I think I can manage,” I said.
I turned around and sauntered into the rec room. Some girls from the second floor had come down the other staircase, and were doing their best to gain the boys attention. Neither of them seemed to notice too much. Still, I felt threatened. Anita calmly walked over to Dean and whispered into his ear, “Ready to talk?” Dean looked at her with a mixture of hope and concern, “I guess now is as good a time as any.”
I put my hand on Finn’s shoulder, “How about we give them some privacy.” “Any suggestions?” he asked waggling his eyebrows. “Let’s head upstairs, unless you’re afraid of being alone with me?” We headed toward the back staircase, because it was not used as frequently.
Between the second and third floors there was a wide space under the stairs. Finn grabbed my hand and pulled me into the corner. He let go of my hand and grasped my waist. With his other hand he gently
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