Uncovering Officer Smith (The Discovering Trilogy #2) by Sheena Hutchinson Read Free Book Online Page A

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    “What’s your major, Tom?” I don’t think I’ve ever asked.
    “Physics? How about you?”
    “Criminal Justice. I plan to apply to law schools next spring.”
    “Law school?” His voice squeaks.
    “Why do you sound so surprised?” I get that reaction a lot, though I don’t understand why.
    “I just never would have guessed.”
    “Why?”
    He looks uncomfortable. “It’s just you’re… so… nice.”
    “And lawyers are all assholes? Well, maybe law school changed them. Maybe there’s a class called ‘Put a Stick Up There.’” I smirk.
    We approach the Old Building. I pause on the back entrance steps. “Well, this is me – see ya later.”
    “Becca,” he calls as I open the door. I spin, locking eyes with him through his thick-rimmed glasses, “I hope you don’t change.”
    With that, he zips around the side of the building heading down, leaving me to stare after him.
    I wander into class right on time, but even that is too late for a good seat. Seats in college are like real estate. The ones with a view by the window are taken first. The back row is prime real estate, as well; they go second. Then the row along the far wall, until slowly the middle fills in, the last arrivers stuck in the front row. Ugh.
    I hate front row, I think to myself, collapsing into my chair. I feel like everyone is staring at my back, which, technically, they are. Plus, you’re in a prime position to be called on by the professor—Not like I have anything to worry about. It’s just I hate sitting in front.
    We don’t have to wait long before the professor comes traipsing in. Mrs. Carpenter takes a few minutes setting up notes before she begins lecture. Thankfully, I study the chapters before we learn them. It helps me understand more. Plus, I hate feeling stupid. A few students murmur behind me. They share a giggle. Mrs. Carpenter pauses in the middle of her sentence.
    “I’m so glad you find this funny.” The long pencil skirt she’s wearing accentuates her thin frame. “The final is only a few weeks away and it will be cumulative of the entire semester.”
    Groans erupt around me. I’ve been prepared for this. Maybe my memory of the previous problems will offset the new stuff I can’t seem to understand. Apparently, no one else agrees with me.
    “Now, if you let me finish this last problem, I can hand out the study packet and focus on review.”
    The class settles down and my incessant note taking begins again. Mrs. Carpenter is still explaining the problem when my eyes begin to blur. Slowly, my mind goes numb at the continued sound of her soft voice.
    Lights flashing. A face swims before me. Laughter fills my ears. Strobe lights pass over me once. My eyes blink a few times. I’m trying to focus. The floor is floating. It’s moving in waves. I’m swaying like I’m in a boat. An arm grabs me.
    “Whoa there, little lady. I think it’s time to take you home.”
    “Take me home.” I hear my own voice repeat.
    More laughter.
    I blink, the green chalkboard before me once more. Oh my God , was that a flashback from this weekend? I remember the guys from the bar; they bought me a drink. Should I call John? I reach for my phone.
    “Ms. Swanson, please put the phone away.”
    “Oh, sorry.” My face turns bright red. This is why I hate being in front. As I slip my phone back into my pocket, I realize I don’t have John’s number. He took mine. I release a breath, reluctantly returning my attention to the teacher.
     

     
    The days seem to fly by; there never seems to be enough time to study for finals. My life is a blur of papers and homework, study guides and lectures. But my older brother, Bedford, doesn’t seem to care about my future, because he insists on texting me a zillion times about his Memorial Day weekend barbeque.
    His text messages go from friendly to threatening me with bodily harm if I don’t attend with Meg. I think he’s developed a crush since I brought her home for