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

chatter for a few minutes. I found out she lived one floor above me in the dorms – oh, and she was obsessed with one of the Ricks. I wasn’t sure which one, but if I had to guess I figured it was the hot one, aka Rick No. 1.
    “Do you know him?”
    “We’ve met.”
    “Do you like him?”
    “He seems fine. I haven’t had a chance to talk to him all that much.”
    “Well, now I have a reason to be down on your floor.”
    I must have looked confused.
    “We have class together. We can study together.”
    I’d always considered studying to be a solo endeavor, but I let it slide. I figured this was just some mindless infatuation that she’d get over – or maybe I just hoped.
    I noticed the class had gone silent and I turned my attention to the front of the room. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but this wasn’t it. The guy that had taken his place up at the podium looked young – not student young -- but like 40 young. Instead of a suit – like I’d seen other professors in the hallway clad in – he was wearing blue jeans and a rock T-shirt. Sure, it was a Strokes T-shirt, but he could have been wearing a Nickelback shirt or something and really thrown my day off.
    “I’m Sam Blake,” he introduced himself, flashing his bright blue eyes around the room. I couldn’t help but think he was awfully hot for a professor. “You can call me Sam or Mr. Blake. You can also call me professor, but I sometimes forget I’m a professor so I might not answer you.”
    I heard a few giggles behind me and turned to see a group of four girls flashing him big smiles. What a bunch of whores. Whoa, where did that come from?
    Sam continued to prove that he wasn’t a normal teacher. Instead of pulling out a syllabus he went around the room and had all of us stand up to introduce ourselves.
    When it got to be my turn, I was a little nervous but I didn’t see any harm in the endeavor. “I’m Zoe.”
    “What’s your last name Zoe?”
    “Lake.”
    “Where are you from Zoe?”
    “Uh, a small town about an hour away from Traverse City.”
    Sam Blake’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at me. “What town is that?”
    “Why does it matter?” I challenged. I don’t know why it was such a big deal, but I wasn’t keen on divulging my hometown.
    “I guess it doesn’t,” Sam said. “I was just curious why it was such a secret?”
    “I didn’t say it was a secret.”
    “So which town is it?”
    “Barker Creek.”
    Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise. “See, was that so hard?”
    I fought to hide my distaste from him.
    “That’s a pretty area.”
    That surprised me. Most people had never even heard of Barker Creek, let alone been there.
    “It’s okay.”
    “Good skiing.”
    Well, that made more sense. He had been to the nearby resort. “Yes.”
    “Do you ski?” Now I was on edge. He hadn’t asked anyone else this many questions.
    “Yes.”
    “You golf?”
    “No.” The resort was a golf course in the summer.
    “There’s a lot of legend that surrounds that area.”
    Now I was really confused. “What legend?”
    “Just legends.”
    “What legends? You mean the Dog Man?”
    Sam actually smiled to himself this time. “Yes, the Dog Man.”
    “What’s the Dog Man?” I wasn’t sure who asked the question but it was someone sitting behind me.
    “It’s nothing,” I muttered.
    “No, Zoe, tell the class about the Dog Man. It might make a good lesson.”
    “The Dog Man is Bigfoot.” My answer was terse, so terse that Sam gave me a pointed frown.
    “Bigfoot? That’s ridiculous.” Another voice from the crowd.
    Sam was still giving me “the look.” I sighed resignedly. “It’s not really Bigfoot. I mean it is, but it’s not. There are all these stories up there about seven-foot tall dog men attacking people.”
    I turned and looked and saw that half the class was trying to hide their smirks and the other half seemed mesmerized.
    “Weren’t most of the attacks around the turn of the century?” Sam