Myopia (Young Adult Zombie Paranormal Romance) (Wisteria Series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

come on,” David cajoled.
    “I said—don’t touch me!” she screamed.
    “David, maybe you should leave her alone,” Wisteria suggested.
    “Wisty, this isn’t any of your business.” David reached out to Amanda, but Garfield blocked him.
    “Seriously, just leave her alone,” Garfield said.
    “What? Get out of my face, idiot,” David said in a low voice. “You think you have a chance in hell with Amanda? It’s never happening. Never—ever.”
    “Garfield.” Wrapping her arm around his, Amanda glared angrily at David. “Do you mind walking me home?”
    “You’re joking, right?” David mocked in disbelief. “You’re not leaving with rat boy. Wisteria, tell your friend to stay out of this.”
    Garfield used to be a rat catcher when he first came to Smythe and many of the kids on the island were still calling him rat boy. Even though he was a tracker now, the name stuck.
    “Like you said David, I’m not a part of this.” Wisteria raised her hands.
    “You’re the joker,” Amanda fumed. “And as I said before, you’re the rat.”
    “Let’s go, Amanda.” Garfield grinned broadly. He walked his bicycle and the girl of his dreams away from David, leaving Wisteria standing with her brother.
    “David.” She attempted to comfort him.
    “I’m not interested.” David stormed off, almost knocking over another student.
    She wanted to ride after her brother, but she decided to let him cool off when something caught her eye over where the island’s clock tower stood. With a strange urge coming over her, she wanted to be there right now.
    Like always, the streets of Smythe were a dreary shade of gray, damp and deserted. Passing through, she counted less than ten people outside and that was from a town of 1,300. Generally, people preferred to stay indoors.
    She figured it was also because everyone was so tired from the amount of work they all had to do, as well as the biters outside the walls. Aside from going to school, she had to work at least thirty hours a week as a tracker. All the children had worked on the farms during the harvest. Coles and her mother always seemed to be working.
    A short bike ride later, she realized how tired she was as she stopped her bike at the rear entrance of the granite clock tower building. The giant clock face read 9:33, as it had for the last three years. Knocking on the large iron door, she waited. After a few minutes, there was no answer and she banged again.
    Still no response. Good, that meant Jason wasn’t here. Aside from looking after the hall, he also lived in one of the apartments in the tower.
    Pulling the door open, she unlocked the cast iron cage that was behind it. The added security was necessary should biters ever overrun the island. She walked through the dark atrium into the main hall. In the center hall was a man with thick, spiky green hair, oversized blue-rimmed glasses, and a bright blue turtleneck. While he appeared young enough to be in college, she knew he was only a few years younger than her mother. He was Jason Webb.
    Jason’s ancient dog, James, scampered toward her. “Hello, James.” She stroked the mongrel uncomfortably because she was afraid of dogs.
    Normally, Jason wasn’t here this time of the day. Aside from taking care of St Luke’s, he was the island’s only veterinarian. Lately, he spent a lot of time helping Thomas Clarkson set up a rat farm.
    “Yvette and Hailey are starring in the one act version of As You Like It ,” Jason replied as he arranged chairs around a short stage. “She says it’s going to be epic.”
    “I’m sure it will be.”
    “You need to stop lying.” He laughed. “First, you’re bad at it, and second, you’re really bad at it.”
    “Okay.” She tried not to fidget too much or he might suspect why she’d come. “Why didn’t you answer when I knocked?”
    “You do look surprised to see me,” he noted.
    “Well...”
    “I gave you the spare keys to this place because you said you needed a