“Yep.” I took a big bite. I didn’t care what she thought anymore. I was hungry, and I was eating. Why did she care what I ate? I didn’t care what she ate or didn’t as the case might be.
Ignoring her, I decided to study for one more hour, and then I was going home. I could study a little more at home without Georgine staring at me.
I crunched on a chip, and Georgine made a noise.
“If you’re not going to study anymore, you can go,” I said.
“Fine. I’m leaving.”
I crunched on another chip. “Really?” I tried not to sound too happy about it, but I wasn’t sure if I managed it.
“Yes.” She quickly shoved her books into her tote. “I’ve gone over everything enough. It’s more than enough to pass.”
Enough to pass. Right.
I wished I could be okay with that, but I wanted an A. Dr. Richmond’s tests were notoriously hard. He always threw in questions on things that he hadn’t even covered yet. He told us that on day one of our class. He liked to see who really made an effort and who was just skating by.
I wasn’t the kind of person that just skated by. So, I would stay and study.
“Will you be okay here by yourself?” Georgine asked. “What if that girl comes back?”
“She’s not coming back,” I said around another mouthful of food.
“Can you please swallow before you talk to me?”
I swallowed my bite and gave her a bitchy smile. “The girl isn’t coming back, so go.”
“Fine. God. You annoy me sometimes.”
I literally wasn’t doing anything but sitting here and eating. “Same.”
She grabbed up her designer tote of the day. “I’ll see you tomorrow in class,” she said, and then she did the best thing ever. She walked out.
I waited for a second, and then lifted my feet onto the chair across the table from me. Finally, I could relax.
But then someone pulled out a chair next to me.
“Hello?” The voice was tentative, but deep and had the kind of rumble that got under my skin.
I swallowed my food and set down my sandwich. Something about his voice made my hands shake, and I wasn’t sure it was a good thing.
Who was sitting beside me? Why? There were plenty of other tables.
It took me a second to build up the courage, but I finally looked over.
God. He was handsome. His dark hair curled a bit around his ears. He had a scruffy beard, but his smile…his smile was amazing. His eyes were glowing a little, and I blinked a few times, trying to see if it was an illusion or something, but they didn’t change. They were glowing amber.
Oh shit. I knew what that meant. I’d seen it on TV. Werewolves had glowing eyes when their wolf was close. My mother warned me to stay away from them. They were too volatile and couldn’t be trusted not to kill you if you breathed wrong.
I scooted my chair away a little. “What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything.” He leaned toward me, voice soft. “Please. Don’t be afraid. I just want to talk to you.” His overly calm voice sounded like he didn’t want to freak me out, but he was failing. Everyone knew that werewolves were dangerous.
I looked around the room to see if anyone else was seeing this—seeing him, seeing us—and my gaze found the girl from earlier. The one who freaked me out. She was standing with another short girl with dark hair in braids, and a guy that was nearly as hot at the one next to me. His chin-length straight black hair was neatly tucked behind his ears. He was tall and muscular and his eyes…
Werewolf. He was a werewolf, too.
“Is she your friend?” I pointed to the girl from earlier.