“Hay is for horses,” Tere remarked, and I giggled.
“What’s up?”
“Where are you?” she asked a little too slowly, and I immediately knew she was up to something.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood, and I felt like someone was watching me. I glanced around. Sure, there were a handful of people walking around, but no one was looking directly at me. I shivered. Goose bumps rose on my now very sensitive skin while I tried to shake the feeling off. I loved the campus, but I had to admit there was something eerily beautiful about it at night.
“Sadie? You there?” My roommate and best friend snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m here. Umm, I’m walking back from the library, why?” I asked, hoping and dreading she wasn’t about to ask me for a favor, like stop by the small on-campus grocery store or something. I’d do it, but I was tired, and all I wanted to do was get home, plop down on my bed, and knock out until five in the morning to get up for a run.
“I was thinking….” She let the words hang in the air. I sighed.
“That’s never a good thing,” I muttered and loved the sound of my roommate’s laughter on the other end of the line.
“That’s mean,” she haughtily said, but I knew her feelings weren’t hurt.
“It’s true, though. What’s up? What do you need?”
“Needfeels like a heavy word.”
“Spit it out, Tere.” I laughed.
“You know how we talked about this year being the year we go do more stuff? Get out of our usual routine? Grab the bull by the?—“
“Horns,” I cut her off, “Yeah, I joined the hiking club.” I could almost see her rolling her eyes.
“Well, how do you feel about hitting up an Omega party?”
“Omega?” I repeated. Why would she call instead of waiting to ask me when I got to our room. “Like the frat?”
“Yes. Omega as in the frat,” she confirmed. I could hear her rolling her eyes. “What did you think it was, one of those werewolf, why-choose romances you hide under your bed?”
“They’re not hidden. I just don’t have shelf space.” I was unashamed of my reading choices.
“So?”
“So, what?”
“What do you think?”
“Why-choose werewolf romances are seriously underrated,” I answered, knowing that wasn’t what she had been asking.
“Sadie,” she whined. I could picture the pout on her face. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m serious. Let’s go to the Omega party.”
“Tere, a party? A frat party? Tonight?” Not that there was anything wrong with tonight; it was a Friday night after all.
“Please?”
“Why?”
“Why, what?” If she was avoiding answering, this was definitely going to be good.
“Now who’s being obtuse?” I asked, not letting the subject drop because I had a feeling, knowing Tere, this was going to be juicy.
“Don’t use big words. I’m just a dumb jock.” I rolled my eyes because we both knew she was a lot smarter than people gave her credit for.
In high school, she hadn’t only been a star soccer and volleyball player, but she’d also been valedictorian of a class of eight hundred.