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

again.
    “Actually, the legend has it that there’s an attack every seven years.” I noticed that Sam seemed to nod ever-so-slightly when I gave my answer.
    I was starting to feel uncomfortable. “It’s just a legend they tell to mess with tourists. They even have a song up there that they play called The Legend that’s about the Dog Man. I have it on my iPod,” I offered lamely.
    I could hear a few snickers now.
    “Have you ever seen a Dog Man?” Matilda had been one of the students enthralled with the conversation. She had asked the question with absolutely no guile.
    “No.”
    “That’s too bad.”
    Sam was looking at me funny. It was almost like he was going to challenge me. He must have decided better.
    “So, class, how does this tie into journalism?”
    I was relieved to be able to take my seat and listen to the class expound on the virtues of oral legend vs. gossip -- but something about Sam Blake wasn’t sitting right with me.
    “This whole place is weird,” I muttered under my breath.
    “What did you say?” Matilda was looking at me quizzically.
    “Nothing.”
    As I met Sam Blake’s cool blue gaze again, I had a weird feeling that nothing was going to turn into something – and soon.
     
     
    Seven
    I wanted to leave class quickly – mostly because I was unnerved by Sam Blake’s insistent questioning. Matilda wasn’t about to let that happen, though. She wouldn’t stop her inane chatter and the next thing I knew we were walking out of the class together. At least Sam hadn’t tried to talk to me again. I did notice him watching me leave, though.
    Matilda not only walked all the way back to the dorms with me, but she walked all the way to my room with me. I think she was hoping for a glimpse of Rick No. 1. Luckily, his dorm room was closed.
    It took me about 15 minutes to get her to leave – even though I was dropping anvils about being tired. When she finally did, I was relieved.
    Paris walked in about five minutes after she left.
    “How was your journalism class?”
    Weird. “Fine.”
    “You want dinner?”
    “Yeah,” I hastily looked down at my Fossil watch. “Will is going to be here in two hours, so let’s go get dinner now.”
    Paris and I made our way to the cafeteria – where we both noticed that Tara and Brittany were already seated with some other people from our floor. I noticed both Ricks were there and smiled to myself. I had told Paris about Matilda’s Rick fascination and she laughed when she saw him, too.
    “How much you want to bet she starts eating with us?”
    I looked around the cafeteria stealthily. I didn’t see her. For now we were safe.
    Dinner that night included chicken and a baked potato bar.
    When we joined the others, Brittany was in the middle of recounting her day.
    “I had four classes and I think I’m going to learn a lot from all of them.”
    Paris and I exchanged small smiles.
    Brittany turned to us. “How were your classes?”
    “Fine.”
    Brittany pursed her lips.
    “I think we’re going to learn a lot, too,” I said in a superficially high voice. Sarcasm was apparently lost on her.
    “Good. I think you’ll do better with some structure.”
    Where had that come from?
    Rick No. 1, the hot one, turned to me. “Are you basking in the knowledge?”
    I snorted. “Oh, yeah, I’m just soaking it all in.”
    Everyone chatted easily for the next hour before we all returned to our rooms. I watched Brittany immediately go to her desk in the bedroom, pull out her textbooks and a pink highlighter, and diligently start reading.
    I threw myself in the wicker chair and turned on the television. Will would be here relatively soon.
    Paris sat down on the futon couch and watched television with me. We settled on an episode of ‘Hoarders.’
    “I love this show,” she said.
    “Me, too. These people are such freaks.”
    “I feel sorry for them,” Tara chimed in, sitting on the couch next to Paris.
    I saw Brittany give us all dirty looks from the