"What are you working on?" Andrew peeked at the screen over Allison's shoulder. He paled at the sight. Surely this was Kate's doing. Just like the necklace, having Allison searching up family history.
La Bete du gevaudan. The Beast of Gevaudan. An old family legend that related back to the first hunter. "Just a history project. I have to do it on something that has relation to my family." Allison stated. Andrew bit back a sigh. He made a mental note to inform his dad later.
"You look like you've heard of it." She noted. He bit his bottom lip and shrugged. "Maybe. If I did I can't remember." He said.
"He's acting weird again." Allison sighed as she walked into Andrews room the next day after school. "So what is he doing now?" Andrew lifted his head up, turning a corner on the page in his book to mark his place. "He ignored me most of the day. Purposely ignored me. I mean, he ran into the boys bathroom to get away from me." She frowned.
He raised an eyebrow. "Then he gets yelled at by the coach and let's me hold his hand over he avoided me all day." She said. "You should have left him to suffer alone." He replied. She rolled her eyes, "Scott is my boyfriend. I really, really like him. I wouldn't do that, not to him."
"Have you tried talking to him, Allison?" He asked, "I am not good with relationships. You know that. I think I am the last person to talk to." He pointed out. "Yeah but I value your opinion more than anyone else's." She said.
"Aww." He teased, poking her leg. She laughed at him and picked up his book. "Odd Thomas, eh? You have read this series so many times." She said. "It's a really good series." He defended it. "I haven't read it." She told him.
He gasped dramatically. She rolled her eyes at him yet again. "You should read it." He stated. "Yeah.. Maybe when you're done with the first book." She nodded at him. "So, have any other gossip you'd like to share?" He grinned.
"No. Well, Lydia and Jackson are acting weird. That's understandable though, after what happened to them. I told you about it, right?" She said. "The video store. Yeah. Acting weird how?" He asked curiously. "Well, Jackson was actually nice today. It lasted for a second but still." She answered.
"And Lydia.. Lydia seemed a little freaked out when I showed her a picture." She added. "Don't tell me that you showed her a picture of when you were a kid." He joked. She punched his shoulder. "Ow." He frowned as he rubbed the spot where she'd hit him.
"Here, I'll show you the picture. I'll be right back." She said, hopping off the bed and leaving the room, back a few seconds later. She had a book in hand. She joined him on the bed once more, flipping through the pages until she found the one that she wanted. "This is what I showed her." She informed him, handing him the open book.
He looked at the picture of La Bete. He was fairly sure that what Lydia had seen that night wasn't a mountain lion like she had claimed. She clung to the explanation that seemed the most plausible. One that didn't make her seem crazy.
"She freaked out when she saw this?" He asked. "She did, why? Is it important?" She said. "No. A little odd is all. It's just a legend. But, I suppose people are also afraid of Bigfoot and the lock ness monster." He said.
"Those are very random." She noted. "I could go on, list more practical things. Spiders. Snakes. There are some people afraid of dogs." He replied. "Where did you learn that?" She asked confusedly. "I had a friend when we were kids. Rick." He answered.
"Rick was afraid of dogs? Huh. I didn't know that." She mused. "Why do you think he never came over. He was afraid of our dog and he was afraid of dad because he had a crush on you." He flashed a grin.
She laughed quietly. "Rick had a crush on me?" She asked. He nodded. "I think I told him some very not nice things." He quipped. "You've done that almost every single boyfriend I've had." She pointed out.
"Most of them were dicks." He replied. "Do you think Scott is a dick?" She asked. "Yes. I also think that Scott really cares about you, which makes him different from all the rest." He answered her. She nibbled on her lip as she thought about that, a small smile flickering on her face. "I should probably go. I have home to do." She stated. He handed her the book and she left.
Andrew walked into the vet clinic, a frown on his face when he didn't hear anything but the animals. Deaton had told him to come around this time. He glanced at the time on his phone just to make sure. He doubted the man had gone to dinner. It was too late for that. And Deaton knew Andrew was coming once his family had gone to sleep. He wouldn't have just left.