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“What?” he demands.
I can’t stop laughing–it’s that sort of giddy, uncontrollable, slap-happy state. Not funny, but still hysterical. First the tears and now the laughter. Abe seems to ignite all my lost emotions.
“What’s so funny?”
“I just realized.” I’m still cracking up. “My chemistry partner is a werewolf.”
“Shifter–not werewolf.”
I use my shoulder to try to wipe the tears of laughter from my face. “What’s the difference?”
“Werewolves don’t exist. Just in movies. But I don’t get it. What’s funny?”
“It’s like Twilight.”
Abe sends me a blank look.
“The book? The movie? You know–the new girl’s lab partner ends up being a vampire who’s attracted to her. My lab partner ended up being a wolf.” I blink at him as a new thought occurs to me. “Are you attracted to me? Is that why you’ve been prowling around my house?”
“I’m not attracted to humans,” he says gruffly. There’s a defensiveness to his tone that makes me certain I’m right.
Abe pulls up in front of a sprawling mansion with iron gates. He rolls his window down to speak to the camera, but the gates swing open before he does.
My sense of misgiving amplifies a hundred times. “Where are we? Is this the drug dealer? Abe, what’s happening?”
It’s pitch black outside when Abe pulls up in the circle drive and parks the car. His expression is set in a grim line, and his shoulders are tense, like he’s bracing against something. He’s worried too. Or he has a distaste for whatever he’s about to do.
I panic. “Abe, don’t do this. I won’t tell your secret, I swear. Just take me home. This doesn’t feel right.”
Abe reaches for a pair of mirrored sunglasses in the center console and, even though it’s dark out, puts them on. “It doesn’t feel right to me either, to be honest. And yeah, I guess I can tell you now since you won’t remember, I’m definitely attracted to you.”
He swings his door open and climbs out.
The momentary flicker of triumph at his admission of attraction immediately dies when the other part sinks in. I won’t remember this? I won’t remember getting to know what’s under the school bully’s assholery.
How he went out to search for my mom’s letter. Or how he held me when I cried. I won’t remember that Abe isn’t as big of a dick as he pretends to be.
Or that what they say about boys who pick on girls is true—he likes me.
He opens my door.
“I don’t like this.” My throat is clogged. “What’s happening?”
He rips the duct tape off my ankles and picks me up by the waist to lift me out of the SUV and onto my feet. “It’s about to get a whole lot more like Twilight.”
“What do you mean?”
“Werewolves may not exist, but vampires do.”
Chapter Seven
Abe
I’m sick to my stomach as I take Lauren’s elbow.
She resists me, yanking out of my grasp.
“No. You’re not bringing me there. No fucking way.”
