outsiders in the house and Laurel is so small enough that my family would definitely find out about it when they got back.” Plus with Becca out of town that dwindled the number of people I would invite down to a whopping none.Yeah that would be loads of fun. Throwing a party with just me and me.
“So this is your grandfather’s house?” Cassie asks as we walk towards my Jetta.
“Actually, it’s more like our collective house then it is his. It’s been in our family for generations. Me, my dad, him, my grandmother, my two cousins and my Aunt when she’s home from Europe all live here.”
“Wow. That’s a lot of people. Sounds like your living arrangements are as kooky as mine.”
“They are. And I have two in residence jackasses as opposed to one. My cousins might even have Derek beat. Sorry,” I say after an embarrassed pause where I think about how I should probably not insult her uncle so much in front of her.
“”It’s cool,” She smiles at me. “If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, then I can’t get mad if you call it a duck.”
“Do you want to take my car or yours?” I ask as we walk out of the black wrought-iron gate that surrounds my house to the street beyond it where both cars are parked. We have a garage, but it’s detached and I’m generally too lazy to use it. It seems easier to park on the main street instead of using the narrow side street that leads around back.
“Um is that a serious question?” Cassie laughs pointing to the old Buick sitting a few feet away from us. “I’m surprised that hunk of rusting metal made it from my house to yours. If we try and take it to Highland Village we will definitely end up stranded on the side of the road. Mom makes me and Derek share the Mustang but he always finds a way to drive it more than me, our truck is only for emergencies, and Mom is out running errands in the sedan.”
“You could have just called me to come pick you up. I wouldn’t have minded.”
Cassie’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “I didn’t know how you would feel about coming to my house again. You know after the last time.”
It is my turn to look embarrassed. “It was uncool of me to bail on you like that,” I apologize over the roof of the car.
“No it was perfectly understandable. It was uncool for Derek to be so rude. Mom got him good after you left though so his behavior should be better the next time. You know, if you ever want to come over again.”
Regardless of what her mom did or said to Derek I doubted his attitude towards me for no good reason would improve, and I tried to make it a point not to put myself in situations that would poke at my already bad temper when people pissed me off. Cassie’s family weren’t hunters and they didn’t need to know that I was one. If I wasn’t careful, I might blow my family’s cover in Laurel Springs when my temper got the better of me and I embedded something sharp and pointy into Cassie’s stab-worthy uncle. I am about to say I probably won’t, but when it becomes clear that that is what Cassie expects my response to be by the way her shoulders drops a fraction and she lets out a disheartened breath I don’t. I remember her saying that they’ve had to move several times in the past year after her grandfather’s death because of Derek and his attitude. I bet it kept causing problems for them and made it hard for her to make and keep friends. She was such a nice person that I felt bad for her that she suffered because he was an ass. Well screw him. He is about to meet his match.
“Of course I do. Not too many houses in Laurel Springs have a pool in their backyard. It doesn’t get hot enough for long enough here for it to be common and the only other pool around is the community one at the school,” I say instead.
Her demeanor brightens as we climb into my car.
“So how old are your cousins?” Cassie probes on the way to Highland Village.
“Gerard is nineteen and
“So this is your grandfather’s house?” Cassie asks as we walk towards my Jetta.
“Actually, it’s more like our collective house then it is his. It’s been in our family for generations. Me, my dad, him, my grandmother, my two cousins and my Aunt when she’s home from Europe all live here.”
“Wow. That’s a lot of people. Sounds like your living arrangements are as kooky as mine.”
“They are. And I have two in residence jackasses as opposed to one. My cousins might even have Derek beat. Sorry,” I say after an embarrassed pause where I think about how I should probably not insult her uncle so much in front of her.
“”It’s cool,” She smiles at me. “If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, then I can’t get mad if you call it a duck.”
“Do you want to take my car or yours?” I ask as we walk out of the black wrought-iron gate that surrounds my house to the street beyond it where both cars are parked. We have a garage, but it’s detached and I’m generally too lazy to use it. It seems easier to park on the main street instead of using the narrow side street that leads around back.
“Um is that a serious question?” Cassie laughs pointing to the old Buick sitting a few feet away from us. “I’m surprised that hunk of rusting metal made it from my house to yours. If we try and take it to Highland Village we will definitely end up stranded on the side of the road. Mom makes me and Derek share the Mustang but he always finds a way to drive it more than me, our truck is only for emergencies, and Mom is out running errands in the sedan.”
“You could have just called me to come pick you up. I wouldn’t have minded.”
Cassie’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “I didn’t know how you would feel about coming to my house again. You know after the last time.”
It is my turn to look embarrassed. “It was uncool of me to bail on you like that,” I apologize over the roof of the car.
“No it was perfectly understandable. It was uncool for Derek to be so rude. Mom got him good after you left though so his behavior should be better the next time. You know, if you ever want to come over again.”
Regardless of what her mom did or said to Derek I doubted his attitude towards me for no good reason would improve, and I tried to make it a point not to put myself in situations that would poke at my already bad temper when people pissed me off. Cassie’s family weren’t hunters and they didn’t need to know that I was one. If I wasn’t careful, I might blow my family’s cover in Laurel Springs when my temper got the better of me and I embedded something sharp and pointy into Cassie’s stab-worthy uncle. I am about to say I probably won’t, but when it becomes clear that that is what Cassie expects my response to be by the way her shoulders drops a fraction and she lets out a disheartened breath I don’t. I remember her saying that they’ve had to move several times in the past year after her grandfather’s death because of Derek and his attitude. I bet it kept causing problems for them and made it hard for her to make and keep friends. She was such a nice person that I felt bad for her that she suffered because he was an ass. Well screw him. He is about to meet his match.
“Of course I do. Not too many houses in Laurel Springs have a pool in their backyard. It doesn’t get hot enough for long enough here for it to be common and the only other pool around is the community one at the school,” I say instead.
Her demeanor brightens as we climb into my car.
“So how old are your cousins?” Cassie probes on the way to Highland Village.
“Gerard is nineteen and
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