A/N: Sam is not Sam from the books. He's a different Sam – I only just realized that I gave him the same name. Also I am sorry for the sparse updates, I am a junior now. There is more than enough work to keep me busy for the rest of my life. I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as good as my others, I haven't been up to writing recently, and being busy and junk...so yeah.
We walked out of the building and into the cool November air. I breathed in deeply. The ground smelled of rain and earth. One of my favorite smells. I fought the urge to close my eyes and mentally transport myself to a dark green forest. Sam smiled at me.
"Lead the way." I said softly. He chuckled and walked west. I lengthened my steps and walked in time with him.
"So...What high school did you go to?"
"This obscure high school in Manhattan."
"Manhattan? That's pretty cool."
"I guess. What state are you from?"
"Texas." I stopped walking, surprised.
"Really? Your accent's not that strong."
"I've had three years of practice," He said. "My accent tends to change as I go from place to place."
"That's cool! So if you were to go to Jersey, you'd get their accent?"
"I suppose so, I've never been to New Jersey, but yeah I don't see why not."
"Hmm. That's pretty interesting." I said. A cool breeze ran through my wet hair and raised goose bumps along my bare arms. I rubbed them in vain, trying to warm them. If only Stephenie Meyer had been right about vampires and werewolves never needing any warmth. I'm both and I still get cold easily.
"Don't worry. We're almost there."
"Cool. I tend to get cold really easily. My best friend used to joke and say I was an Egyptian Mau."
"Because of your name?"
"Yeah and because they originated from Egypt where it's hot. I never really understood his logic though."
"I guess I get though. Egyptian Mau's are used to the warmth of Egypt so they easily get cold anywhere else."
"Well yes, I understand that part, but aren't nights in the desert freezing?" Sam thought for a minute before slowly nodding.
"I guess his logic doesn't quite make sense then." Sam stopped in front of two automatic doors and I looked up from the ground to see the campus diner. We walked in and I was thankfully greeted by a gust of war air. We sat down on opposite sides of a booth and for the first time in a while I felt awkward. I didn't know this guy and he's a junior! What on earth are we going to talk about?
"You're not cold anymore right?"
"No, thanks for asking." Silence. And not the comfy, hanging with your best friend silence.
"What classes are you taking? Do you have a major yet?"
"I'm taking all the classes required to get into vet school but I can't decide on a major. There are too many options."
"That's ok. I only just chose a major."
"Oh? What is it?" I asked. Alice had been telling me to choose quickly, but apparently I can wait until junior year.
"Anthropology. I've decided to become a forensic anthropologist." I involuntarily shuddered. "What?"
"Bones…" I murmured silently. "They freak me out." He grinned wickedly.
"You do know…that as a vet, you'll have to set broken bones right and perhaps a dog will come in who has an injury that goes down to the bone?" I laughed.
"Animal bones and blood, I can deal with. Its human bones that gross me out." His grin faded.
"Oh." Perhaps I should have played along. Damn it. "So –"
"Sam! There you are!" said a boy with curly brown hair and green eyes.
"Hey Connor, what are you guys doing here?" Guys? I looked past Connor and saw the group of guys that Sam was constantly surrounded by, who always called him away from me. For once I was glad, this conversation was already awkward enough. Although come to think of it, this might just make it worse. Shall I describe this group of boys? They were all lean and hard muscled, runners by the look of it. There were six in total, including Sam.
"We were looking for you. Remember our project?" I turned to look at the new speaker and almost fell out of my seat. He looked like Taylor Lautner from the movies.
"Its not due for a while Tristian, why can't you leave me alone." Tristian glanced over his shoulder at the remaining three boys. "Michael's not going to be happy." He said tersely.
"I don't give a damn what Michael thinks!" Sam said. I tried to pretend I couldn't hear them and stared out the window dismally. Was this my fault? Did his friends really object to me so much? I felt movement next to me and saw that two of the others had moved closer. I wonder if I would be able to gleam their names. Connor sat next to me, and I sidled away, wary of him. Sam threw me an apologetic look.
"Sam, listen to Tristian. Michael is pissed." Ah Michael must be the one with the funny look on his face, like he's smelling something bad. He had black hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through me. I glanced away quickly, unnerved.
"Look Chris, Sean don't start. Tell Michael to stay out of my life. Alright? During the school year I want to be alone, you can have me back during the summer."
"I don't know if Mike, will let you back during the summer." Sean said, he was smaller than the rest with dark blond hair and sparkling brown eyes. Chris was the tallest and appeared related to Tristian, almost like fraternal twins. I tuned out the rest of their conversation unwillingly to further confuse myself. I was so deep in my thoughts that I hardly noticed when the group left.
"Sorry about that Cat. My fraternity brothers are very protective. They don't like it when we go out with girls outside of the sorority." I raised an eyebrow. That was the excuse he was giving me? "I know it's a lame excuse but –"
"No, don't worry about it." I said softly, I'll take it for now. But I will get the truth out of you someday.