Chapter 30
Finals should be illegal. Mary was the only one to show up, and he was drunk, so I had to tuck her into bed after tricking her into drinking some water. I walked into the classroom so sur I was ready to take on this challenge, only to come face to: lace with reality. If I pass, it’s really a coin toss guess.
“Next person,” the bookstore clerk waves me forward. I place my stack of books on the counter and hand her my ID card
“I want to donate these for the next term students, I inform her nd hold out my student ID for her.
“Let’s see what we have here,” she smiles as she looks through my books, “Pre–Med. Impressive for a wolf, your rank.” My blood runs cold the way it does when others bring it up. “None of these qualify for the donation program. We’d have to buy
them back
“Why not?” I ask. “They’re not marked.”
That’s not the problem. These are some of the most expensive books on their shelves, so they drop the price about ten percent and put them back up,” Ivar explains.
“Oh,” I say and pull them back to me. “Never mind then
“Are you sure? We pay the best for your textbooks,” she tries to stop me.
“I’m not selling them, but thank you,” I say and take them with m
I toss my books in the boot of my Beetle and stare down at twelve thousand dollars‘ worth of textbooks that might not see the light of day ever again. Maybe I can pair them with my notes once I get my own place again.
As I’m shutting the door, I see the two long boards and go around to get in the driver’s seat. I need a new lens for my GoPro. Maybe I can get one and swap mine before it gets super late. Ivar doesn’t say much. He seems upset about something, and I think it has to do with the fact that Kaylee didn’t come over last night.
We
We get to the store, and thankfully, they have what I need. The guy even lets me use his tools so that I can swap it out here. in case I happen to break it the way I did the last one, or I need a different size.
He’s being uncharacteristically quiet. The drive down to the old pedestrian tunnels is filled with music. They’ve been forgotten for ages. When I was a kid, I had a hard time focusing on one thing. I wanted to do all the things at once and danı anyone who would try to stop me.
One day, I was utterly overwhelmed by all the tasks I had given myself, and Gavin brought me here. He spent the entire evening teaching me how to skateboard. I play that memory over and over when I feel like I’m about to snap, and this ride has been long overdue.
“Here,” I hand him a set of headphones and the spare flashlight om the back of his seat. “Walk up ahead, please!
“Okay,” he says and takes them both.
I park my car inside the tunnel and roll down the window to get out. He helps me down when I get over to the front of the car, and I lead him deeper into the tunnels. 1 Bash the reactive pn Oliver used to mark the way in and out. He smiles, recognizing their style.
Gavin’s was sharp. None of the edges in his writing ever looped drove my mom crazy. Oliver’s was as loopy as it got. “There were times I couldn’t read his writing, and it varies depending on his mood. I am the iPad baby of our family. I don’t really have a style, and it I did, I would like it to be something in the middle. Not that I pick up a pen and paper for doodling very often.
“Hold this,” I say, holding my Bashlight out of his face when we to our destination
“What is this place?” he asks
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“Before wolves were exposed, these were the tunnels wolves use abandoned for centuries. Flashlight.” I say, climbing up the ladd
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to train and move around in the right. They’ve been
where the fuze box is
I hold my hand out. He places it in my hand. I hold it in my moth as 1 dig out my tool to clean up the wires. I rewire the cables and pull the lever. The black lights all blink around us. 1 my tools away and climb down the ladder.
He’s facing away from me at the dome–shaped training area of what was old Artume. My brother and I found this place when we were about ten and eight. Over the years, they cleaned but the area and sanded it down so that we wouldn’t trip on the debris
There was a time one of the old betas ran away from home, and we brought him food for two whole weeks. He started to stink, so Gavin told him to go home, but some of the stories about his huge family helped us sympathize with him. I went to school with four of his daughters and one of his older boys. There all really good people and very athletic.
“Can I take pictures?” he asks.
Just don’t post them. We couldn’t skate for a while because people started coming in here. I get some stragglers sometimes, Those are cool.
“You guys painted all of this?” he asks, tracing the glow in the dark graffiti paint.
Yeah, I’ve added a few things since then, I point at the cans I have stacked in crates by the steps. “You can add something. Just not a dick.”
“But painting a dick would be my trademark. I don’t think your frothers would be upset. They know me.
“The only way you can draw a dick on the wall is if you draw it or an art piece. The statue of David, for example. It has to be grand.”
“Marie is not grand,” he points at my favorite kitty image.
“I practiced painting her forty–six times before I put her on a wall I am a horrible artist, and that came out so good.” I defend her.
“Yeah, it looks excellent,” he smirks. “All right, I will start thinking about what I want to put on there, Ms Bossy Pants.”
“I’m sure it’ll be great, I pat his shoulder.
I take my board off my backpack and grab the end. I rush forward and drop it to catch some speed. I move around the room getting in a warm–up before I drop in. I hit play on my watch and lock in. The sound of my bass in head phones is louder than all the thoughts running through my head. The speed and ear of hitting a rock overwhelm all of the emotions I’ve been hanging on to.
I scold myself a couple of time for not thinking of coming here over at the Prince finally has a smile on his face. His eyes reflect on his anime hoodie stand out a lot. I’m glad it worked. He’s been is try to return the favor.
boner, but I’m glad to be back. I sneak a couple of glances
pretty iridescent shine against the lights. The white letters making me feel better since her arrived. The least I can do
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
