Kissed By Moonlight by Lucy Lambert Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Lucy Lambert
twisted in a petulant grin.
"Hey, Joe, check out Jenn the dyke!" he said in that fake whisper designed for everyone to hear.
Joseph sniggered, putting two fingers up to his lips and letting his tongue lick out between them. They made as much noise as possible dragging their notebooks out, slapping them down on the little built in desk on the chair.
"I didn't know you swung that way, Stephanie," Joseph said.
I looked up at the clock above the door. Still five minutes until lecture started. Doctor Mooney stood behind the desk at the front, fiddling at the computer getting today's slides ready. More Jane Eyre today, I knew, and for the next couple weeks.
Mooney didn't shush anyone until after class started. He had a horseshoe of black hair on his head, and a bit of a paunch pushing at his shirt and blazer. He shoved at his glasses, pushing them back up his proud nose.
"At least I'm not a dumbass," Jenn replied, "I didn't need daddy's name and money to buy my way in."
Joseph made a shocked sound, looking back and forth between Eric and Jenn. I guess no one really talked back to him. He was a really big asshole, and reminded me far too much of all the jock douche bags in high school who thought they were kings of the school.
Eric started to reply, but Jenn cut him off.
"You're just pissed because I pull more girls than you," she said.
There were about seventy five students registered in this class, I knew. Most of them had quieted and were either looking directly at us, or trying to hide that they were looking at us. If Dr. Mooney heard, he didn't seem to care.
"Lesbo bitch," Eric said.
"Small- dicked moron," Jenn said, almost under her breath.
Eric's reaction was priceless. He went cherry red in the face, his thin lips worming as he tried to come up with some retort. I covered my mouth to try and stifle a laugh.
I liked Jenn already. So far, I'd just tried to ignore or be polite with Eric.
"It's big enough for you!" Eric said.
He jumped up out of his chair and started pulling at his fly, tugging at the expensive denim of his jeans. Joseph started waving his hands, hissing for Eric to be quiet and sit back down.
"Mr. Putnam! If you have to use the washroom, the facilities are down the hall," Dr. Mooney said.
He flicked on the projector that was mounted to the ceiling.
The slide had the lecture title, which was, "From Poe to Bronte: The Gothic in America and England."
Eric sputtered as everyone laughed at him. He jerked his fly back up and sat down, his lips pressed into a thin white line while the redness in his face ripened.
Jenn winked at me. Yes, I really did like her.
When the lecture finished, everyone started filing down the stairs to get out. The hall outside was so full of students that the tide of humanity carried Eric and Joseph away from us, even though Eric kept shooting hot glares back at Jenn.
She and I stood just beside the open door in a few feet of clear space.
"Thanks for the pen," she said, handing it back to me.
The heels she wore made her a few inches taller than me. Now that I'd actually met someone who would talk to me, rather than sense that I didn't come from money and just leave, I didn't want to go.
"No problem. Any time," I said.
I wanted to ask if she wanted to grab some lunch at the cafeteria in the student center. It was either that or buy a sandwich and go sit alone in my dorm for the next two hours before my final class for the day.
"Cool. Hey, me and a few friends are having a get together tonight. Bronson Hall. A buddy of mine has a double room all to himself. You interested?"
Instantly, my heart shot into my throat. I shifted my messenger bag on my shoulder and bit down on my bottom lip.
God, how I ached to go to a party. But I couldn't appear too eager.
"Uh, yeah, sure, I guess. I might show."
The traffic in the hallway started to die down. The chorus of conversation changed from the steady hum to a low murmur as people moved to and from the rooms, all intent on
"Hey, Joe, check out Jenn the dyke!" he said in that fake whisper designed for everyone to hear.
Joseph sniggered, putting two fingers up to his lips and letting his tongue lick out between them. They made as much noise as possible dragging their notebooks out, slapping them down on the little built in desk on the chair.
"I didn't know you swung that way, Stephanie," Joseph said.
I looked up at the clock above the door. Still five minutes until lecture started. Doctor Mooney stood behind the desk at the front, fiddling at the computer getting today's slides ready. More Jane Eyre today, I knew, and for the next couple weeks.
Mooney didn't shush anyone until after class started. He had a horseshoe of black hair on his head, and a bit of a paunch pushing at his shirt and blazer. He shoved at his glasses, pushing them back up his proud nose.
"At least I'm not a dumbass," Jenn replied, "I didn't need daddy's name and money to buy my way in."
Joseph made a shocked sound, looking back and forth between Eric and Jenn. I guess no one really talked back to him. He was a really big asshole, and reminded me far too much of all the jock douche bags in high school who thought they were kings of the school.
Eric started to reply, but Jenn cut him off.
"You're just pissed because I pull more girls than you," she said.
There were about seventy five students registered in this class, I knew. Most of them had quieted and were either looking directly at us, or trying to hide that they were looking at us. If Dr. Mooney heard, he didn't seem to care.
"Lesbo bitch," Eric said.
"Small- dicked moron," Jenn said, almost under her breath.
Eric's reaction was priceless. He went cherry red in the face, his thin lips worming as he tried to come up with some retort. I covered my mouth to try and stifle a laugh.
I liked Jenn already. So far, I'd just tried to ignore or be polite with Eric.
"It's big enough for you!" Eric said.
He jumped up out of his chair and started pulling at his fly, tugging at the expensive denim of his jeans. Joseph started waving his hands, hissing for Eric to be quiet and sit back down.
"Mr. Putnam! If you have to use the washroom, the facilities are down the hall," Dr. Mooney said.
He flicked on the projector that was mounted to the ceiling.
The slide had the lecture title, which was, "From Poe to Bronte: The Gothic in America and England."
Eric sputtered as everyone laughed at him. He jerked his fly back up and sat down, his lips pressed into a thin white line while the redness in his face ripened.
Jenn winked at me. Yes, I really did like her.
When the lecture finished, everyone started filing down the stairs to get out. The hall outside was so full of students that the tide of humanity carried Eric and Joseph away from us, even though Eric kept shooting hot glares back at Jenn.
She and I stood just beside the open door in a few feet of clear space.
"Thanks for the pen," she said, handing it back to me.
The heels she wore made her a few inches taller than me. Now that I'd actually met someone who would talk to me, rather than sense that I didn't come from money and just leave, I didn't want to go.
"No problem. Any time," I said.
I wanted to ask if she wanted to grab some lunch at the cafeteria in the student center. It was either that or buy a sandwich and go sit alone in my dorm for the next two hours before my final class for the day.
"Cool. Hey, me and a few friends are having a get together tonight. Bronson Hall. A buddy of mine has a double room all to himself. You interested?"
Instantly, my heart shot into my throat. I shifted my messenger bag on my shoulder and bit down on my bottom lip.
God, how I ached to go to a party. But I couldn't appear too eager.
"Uh, yeah, sure, I guess. I might show."
The traffic in the hallway started to die down. The chorus of conversation changed from the steady hum to a low murmur as people moved to and from the rooms, all intent on