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Claire tried him on books. He was light on the classics, but who wasn't? She wasn't, but she was a freak of nature. He liked scary stories.
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They had that in common, too. Time just didn't seem to pass at all in that little room.
The talk seemed to keep going, spinning out of them on its own, gradually getting slower as the minutes and hours slipped away. She got cold and sleepy, and dragged an afghan off the arm of a nearby chair, spread it around her shoulders, and promptly dropped off to sleep sitting on the floor with her back against the settee, where Shane was lying.
She woke up with a start when the settee creaked, and she realized that Shane was getting up. He blinked, yawned, rubbed at his hair which did very funny things when he did and checked his watch. Well, at least I can grab the bathroom first. She reached over him, pushed the hidden button, dashed past him to the door, barely remembering to shed the afghan on the way. Dibs on the bathroom! I mean it! After all, she'd spent the entire night with a boy. A boy who'd been drinking. Most of that was against the house rules, she figured, and Michael would have freaked out if he'd known.
Just not by name, really. Well, Michael was back to incorporeal in the light of day, so at least she didn't have to worry about running into him This was already the worst academic week of her life, and she had the feeling it wasn't going to get any better unless she acted quickly. Shane had made a deal with the devil; it only made sense to take advantage of it, until she could find a way to cancel it. Monica and her girls wouldn't be after her - not in a lethal way. So there was no reason not to get her butt in the library.
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She grabbed her clothes and jumped in the bathroom just as Shane, still yawning, stumbled out of the hidden room. Damn girls don't understand the rules The jeans really needed washing, and she was down to her last clean pair of underwear, too. Claire was in and out of the shower fast, trusting that the waterproof bandage they'd put on her back would hold it did. In under five minutes she was fluffing her wet hair and sliding past Shane in a breathless rush to grab her backpack and stuff it with books.
He didn't sound sleepy now. She zipped the bag shut, hefted it on the shoulder that wasn't aching and complaining, and turned toward him without answering. He was leaning on the doorframe, arms folded, head cocked. What've you got, some kind of death wish? You really want to get knocked down another flight of stairs or something? They won't come after me. Leave that to the experts. You really think they don't have ways around it? He looked enormously tall.
And he was big, and in her way. And she didn't care. Please get out of the way.
Damn, girl, you need to learn how to get mad or - " She shoved him. It was dumb, and he had the muscle to stay right where he was, but surprise was on her side, and she got him to stumble a couple of steps back. She was already out the door and heading out, shoes in hand. She wasn't about to stop and give him another chance to keep her nice and safe. He let go For a scary second she was off-balance, teetering on the edge of the stairs, and then Shane's warm hands closed around her shoulders and pulled her back to balance.
He held her there for a few seconds. She didn't turn around, because if she did, and he was right there, well, she didn't know She didn't know what would happen. The heat of the morning was like a toaster oven, only without any yummy food smells; there were a couple of people out on the street. One lady was pushing a baby stroller, and for a second, while Claire was sitting down to put on her battered running shoes, she considered that with a kind of wonder.
Having babies in a town like this. What were people thinking? But she guessed they did it anywhere, no matter how horrible it was. And there was a bracelet around the woman's slender wrist. The baby was safe, at least until it turned eighteen. Claire glanced down at her own bare wrist, shivered, and put it out of her mind as she set off for campus. Now that she was looking, just about every person she passed had something around his or her wrist - bracelets for the women, watchbands for the men.
She couldn't tell what the symbols were. She needed to find some kind of alphabet; maybe somebody had done research and put it somewhere safe She'd always felt safest at the library, anyway. She went straight there, watching over her shoulder for Monica, Gina, Jennifer, or anybody who looked remotely interested in her. Nobody did. TPU's library was huge. And dusty. Even the librarians at the front looked like they might have picked up a cobweb or two since her last visit.
More proof - if she'd needed it - that TPU was first, and only, a party school. She checked the map for the shelves, and saw that the Dewey decimal system reigned in Morganville - which was weird, because she'd thought all the universities were on the Library of Congress system.