Thicker Than Water (The Briar Creek Vampires Book #2) by Jayme Morse & Jody Morse by Jayme Morse Read Free Book Online Page B

been obsessed with Austin because he was one of the best
quarterbacks that Briar Creek High had ever seen, but did it really
belong on his tombstone? Then again, Austin had died at such a
young age that there probably wasn’t much else that they could
write on the stone.
    Lexi noticed that the gravestone to the right
of Austin’s belonged to Tommy’s mother, Emily Graham. Next to her
stone was her husband, Theodore Graham.
    A bouquet of soft yellow flowers behind
Austin’s gravestone caught her eye. On closer inspection, Lexi
noticed the words which had been engraved into the stone. Eileen
Susan Hunter Beloved mother and sister February 2, 1973 to July 12,
2011
    Lexi groaned. Beloved sister? Sure, her mom had
probably would have been a good sister to Violet, but Violet hadn’t
even wanted a funeral for her. Lexi had a feeling that Violet had
probably chosen the wording for show. Everything that Violet did
seemed to be nothing more than just an act.
    Lexi glanced over at the next stone, which
rested behind an open grave. The stone read: Alexandria Leigh
Hunter Beautiful daughter and niece August 22, 1994 to October 31,
2011
    Lexi gasped. Alexandria Leigh Hunter was her
name and August 22, 1994 was her birthday. October 31, 2011 was in
one month from today.
     
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Chapter 8
     
     
    When Lexi got back to school, she was already
late for her second period class. It was art class with Ms. Bixby.
Lexi had never been good at art, so she wasn’t in a rush to get to
class.
    She felt bad about skipping first period and
not going to second period on time. Her mom would be really
disappointed in her. Lexi had always been a straight A student.
There were more important things for her to worry about right now,
though, like why someone had crafted a tombstone for her, and why
her grave was already dug. School seemed insignificant when she
considered the fact that she might not even be alive in one month
from now.
    The date on the tombstone indicated that she
needed to be careful from now until Halloween. Her life depended on
it. Who could have put the tombstone there? Didn’t the people who
took care of the cemetery think it was weird that someone had a
tombstone made with a future date of death? It seemed like
something that would raise red flags. Whoever created the stone had
to have realized that someone was planning to kill her.
    Just as she was about to turn the corner to go
to the art classroom, she felt like someone was watching her. She
wasn’t sure where they were or why they were watching, but she had
a gut feeling that someone was. It was that weird feeling that
gives you Goosebumps when you feel as though someone’s eyes are on
you.
    Lexi turned around. Craig stared back at her.
He stepped into the open janitor’s closet and motioned for her to
follow him. Going against her better judgment, Lexi stepped into
the closet.
    “What are we doing?” Lexi asked in a low
voice.
    “This is the only way I could talk to you
without drawing attention to us,” Craig said. “I wanted to be alone
with you. I really like you, Lexi.”
    “I like you, too,” Lexi replied. She felt
guilty for saying it. She liked Craig, but he was her teacher. This
wasn’t right. But did it matter? They couldn’t be too far from each
other in age. Plus, they had met before he was her teacher. That
had to count for something.
    Lexi also felt bad because of Gabe. It felt
like she was cheating on him, even though they had never been an
official couple and she had no idea where he was. Why did she care?
Gabe obviously didn’t care enough about her to stick around. Yet,
she still couldn’t help putting his feelings before her
own.
    Craig smiled at her, his hazel eyes shimmering
in the dim lights. “Do you want to go out sometime? We’ll have to
go somewhere out of town or someone will find out and I could lose
my job…but I was thinking that we could go to the city for the
weekend some time.”
    Lexi perked up. “Sure, I’d love to,”