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CHAPTER 2
Kaci
“Pretty spooky night,” I mentioned to my little sister, Macy, who was nominally staying in my dorm with me for the weekend. Our folks were out of town, and despite the fact that my sister was obsessed with everything scary, supernatural, paranormal, and witchy, she was also still scared of being alone at home, especially in the dark.
“Super spooky,” she agreed, coming around behind me to stare out the window. It was early October, but there was definitely a chill in the air already as autumn began to sink in. “Actually, I swear I heard wolves a bit ago.”
“Probably coyotes,” I grunted. It wasn’t as if I didn’t believe in wolves. It was a small college town, and people would sometimes say they saw huge wolves around here, but there was also a ton of drugs going around, so I was suspicious and more predisposed to think that they were the same animal that seemed to go out of its way to attempt to get hit by my car every night.
“It’s not coyotes. Coyotes sound different,” my sister said like she was some sort of weathered canine expert.
Well, whatever she heard earlier, we sure as shit couldn’t hear now. There was a party going on.
We had already hit up the kegger that the guys below me were in the middle of throwing. I had glad-handed everybody in there until I was certain that I knew everyone there, that everyone had been introduced to my sister, and that I was cool enough to get invited. And then we came back to my room and tried to ignore the sounds of the party.
We were still ignoring the noise. What we were staring at now was the moon.
The moon looked like it had been painted in the sky by a first grader who didn’t understand proportionality yet. It hung up in the sky like a big, red grapefruit.
“Blood moon,” my sister explained, then squealed with excitement. “This is gonna be epic.”
I grunted when I heard someone downstairs throwing up off of the balcony with a dramatic gagging noise. “Yeah,” I agreed skeptically. “Epic.”
Macy wanted to do a spell she’d found in a book she’d bought from Little Mama’s, which was a witchy boutique store nearby. I think Macy liked that book because it had missing pages and was so dusty that I felt like I needed to shower promptly after handling it. It looked like a prop made for a fantasy movie. To her, the creepiness made it feel legitimate. To me, it promised a dust mite infestation in my dorm.
I could never say no to her, though… Actually, I said no all the time, but I didn’t think she was capable of hearing it. Despite it being so easy to get my peers to do whatever I wanted, it never worked on her. Although she was more than a little bit on the cooky side, she had a strange ability to force her optimism through to reality.
“Get me that amulet you got today. It says you need one,” she told me as she found the page in her book she was looking for.
I raised my eyebrow. “Amulet?” I cocked my head to the left and looked at her distantly, trying to translate her crazy. “Oh, you mean the necklace I bought today?”
“It’s an amulet,” my sister informed me with a certainty I wished I had when I was doing something as simple as ordering a coffee at Starbucks.
I snorted. “It’s a necklace,” I assured her. It was a cool necklace. I’d give her that—it was going to look really good with the black halter-top I’d ordered on Amazon. It was really a circle-like shape that hung from a long chain that ended right above my navel. Still, I wouldn’t have bought it if it hadn’t matched my shoes so well (I liked to match accessories). But the guy who I bought it from had been a rando with a bad vibe.
I squinted, thinking about the guy and how I was inwardly describing him. I didn’t believe invibes, orauras, orfeelings. And the man hadn’t had anything really wrong with him except maybe he was a little big and had a five o’clock shadow and a cocky expression. He’d wanted me to have the necklace because he said he’d been watching me and my sister and that it would suit me better than it had his ex-girlfriend.
Okay, maybe he’d just been creepy because he said he was watching us… It wasn’t like I didn’t like being watched. I was always strangely popular, but most people didn’t tell me that they were watching me.
Besides, when I was with my sister, looking was off-limits. She didn’t like attention, and I didn’t like her getting attention, either.
“I need it to cast this love spell that’s been dog-eared in here. Looks perfect for tonight, anyway. I thought you came here for the good-looking guys!” she lectured me from the floor, as if not finding a boyfriend by now was some sort of personal failing on my part, something that I must have gone out of my way to not achieve.
“I have two things so say to that,” I said, wagging my finger at her. “Firstly—no. I did not come here for the boys; I came here for the full-ride.Secondly, that’s not even the rumor. This place is not known for hot male students.”
She raised her eyebrows, looking like she was about to argue me on that.
“It’s known for its hot maleteachers,” I clarified. “And that much is true—they do cause a lot of thirst. That being said, they ain’t settling down with anyone, and they don’t date anyone but grad students. There’re a lot of girls on this very floor that feel that they’ve been catfished into coming here. What good is a sexy man if you can’t climb him like a tree?” I winked at her since she was giggling now.
Although, that’s how I felt. The provost of the university, for example, was huge—huge—and sexy as fuck, but I knew for a fact that he didn’t take out undergrads, so I was forced to readhis tension as asshole-tension and not sexual-tension like my pussy wanted to interpret it as. So, I easily switched tactics and treated him like he was an idiot, which made him disgruntled and then made him make mistakes in his argument. Now the student union was getting a lot of events paid for outside of our budget.
“The teachersarehot, though?” she asked, as if this was very important to clarify as crisply as possible.
“Well, sorta,” I wobbled my hand back and forth in the air. “I’d say there’s over a dozen teachers and staff and whatever that are quite above average. Hell, even the president here is afox.” I threw up my hands, “But those don’t matter—they’re just out there to tease us with their hotness. The guys that study here? We’re looking at the national average, Mace. It’s gonna take a bit to dig through the weeds.”
“Well, this spell says it will help with the weed digging! Help you get a good one!” she claimed optimistically as she watched me go through my purse, where I had dropped the necklace. “How slow are you moving right now?” Macy groaned as I looked through my purse for theamulet. “I want to do this, and then you can take me out to get an ice-cream before the coffee shop closes.”
“Or we cannotdo spells like we’re twelve,” I suggested, “and go eat ice-creamnow.”
