I glared at him again. Surprisingly, he returned the annoyed look before locking his eyes on my father. Ditto for my dad with him. He looked ready to murder Brian. “How dare you suggest such a thing to her? You’ve only been a couple for a week. She’s barely nineteen!”
Brian was completely unruffled by the outburst, save some eye twitching and teeth grinding that suggested he wanted to tear into my dad. He resisted the urge, though, and sat up straight in his chair to give the scary prosecuting attorney a confident, challenging stare.
One did not turn down an invitation from Saint Cloud. At least, one didn’t if one wanted to continue living contentedly in Paris. Vampires took offence so easily — and Parisian vampires were the worst of all.
It’s in this very moment that my whole life and bra-stuffing addiction flash before my eyes. He grabs my legs like a tug-of-war rope and pulls me into the deep end of the pool. Water goes up my nose, my tissues are engulfed by liquid, and I immediately pop to the top of the pool with a bloodcurdling scream. I pull myself up on the deck and speed like a demon to the pool house bathroom. Everything happens so fast: if it hadn’t been for my death screech, I’m sure no one would’ve noticed.
I guess the Jar Island Community College application is extra easy. I wonder if she even had to write an essay. When Rennie used to talk about going to the community college, she was sour about it. She’d say how she was the only one that was to be stuck her. But today she doesn’t look sour at all. In fact, she’s practically humming to herself.
I want to tell him that he’s being unfair, but I have yet to see a returner who isn’t at least a little traumatized from his or her experience in The Program. So he’s mostly right. An yet I still don’t apply that same logic to Wes. He’ll overcome this. He’s gotten over every other terrible thing that’s happened to him, all without help. Without interference. He’ll beat this, too.
Friday’s Page 69 ~ Pip Barlett’s Guide to Unicorn Training
For of course he would lose it. Mrs. Genevieve wouldn’t dare help him sell it, and even though it was Reuben who had found the watch – a discover that had seemed so fated- he couldn’t even keep it. Because what sort of fool would hold on to something he knew The Smoke wanted?