Awakening (Covenant College #1) by Amanda M. Lee Read Free Book Online

“He’s fine.”
    We lapsed into silence again.
    “Aren’t you glad we both have boyfriends so we don’t have to go through this whole mating ritual of looking for someone, like Brittany ?”
    “Totally.”
    “Totally,” Paris echoed.
    I wondered if my reply sounded as hollow as hers did.
    “ Aric seemed nice.” I thought that was a little pointed.
    “I don’t know about nice.”
    “He seemed hot.”
    “He’s definitely hot.”
    Paris giggled and I couldn’t help but join in. “I just don’t think he’s nice.”
    “You don’t know him.”
    “No,” I conceded.
    “Do you want to know him?”
    “No!” I felt like I’d answered that a little too quickly. Maybe she hadn’t noticed.
    “I’d want to know him.”
    “You seem like you want to know Mark.” There it was. I’d said it out loud.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean you seem interested in Mark.”
    “He’s nice. He’s just fun to hang out with.” Paris was getting defensive.
    “Fine.”
    “Fine.”
    “He’s cute, though.”
    “He’s totally cute,” she agreed.
    The Covenant College campus isn’t big – which is a plus. It’s not tiny like a community college or anything, but it’s not so big that you can’t walk to class either.
    The building Paris and I were going to was located close to our dorm and nearly adjacent to the UC. Luckily for me, the bulk of my classes were located in this building. Since I was a journalism major – or at least thought I would stay one – most of my classes would remain in this building. Once Paris started getting into the core of her curriculum, though, she would have to walk to a building on the far edge of campus.
    Once we got into Leeland Hall we both found ourselves checking our class schedules. My class was on the second floor and hers was on the first. We said our goodbyes at the stairwell.
    “See you in an hour for astronomy,” she said brightly.
    I smiled and waved to her as I climbed up the flight of stairs.
    When I got the class, I was surprised it was so small. It was certainly bigger than my high school classes had been – but it was also small enough to be considered cozy.
    The rest of the class filed in before the professor – a dazed looking woman who declared all modern literature dead – made her first appearance. Even though I found the teacher scattered the class looked easy. I only had to read five books for the semester and write five papers. That wouldn’t be hard at all.
    After class I traipsed back down to a lecture hall for my astronomy class. Paris had gotten there first and saved me a seat. This was what I always pictured college to be like -- a big auditorium with hundreds of kids milling about and forming cliques. I was actually surprised that so many kids wanted to take astronomy – but then again they were probably like Paris and me. They just didn’t want to dissect anything.
    The class went by pretty quickly. The actual lecture didn’t seem like it was going to be hard. The lab portion, though, was probably going to be a pain. We were going to have to go up on top of the science building – no matter how cold it was – to draw star maps. Paris didn’t seem deterred – but she was an art major. That didn’t sound fun to me at all.
    After class I bid Paris goodbye and walked to the far end of the building where my Journalism 101 class was going to be held.
    When I entered I was relieved to find myself in another small class environment.
    The class was pretty full, but I slid into a desk next to a pretty girl that looked like she had some Italian heritage to go along with her darker skin and full mane of wavy brown hair. I smiled at her as I sat.
    “I’m Matilda,” she said immediately. I was glad to see that she didn’t try to shake my hand.
    “Zoe,” I replied.
    “Is journalism your major?”
    I considered her question seriously. “It is right now.”
    “Yeah, I’m not all that sure either,” she said.
    Matilda and I exchanged mindless