Free Grave Possession (Wraith 3) by Angel Lawson Page B

knew. He also knew we didn’t talk about that stuff. Not me and Evan. That would be… weird. Like talking to your brother or something.
    Nope, I thought, snuggling closer, feeling the warmth and studying the black shadows climbing the walls. Everything was compartmentalized. Evan. Louis. Connor.
    I had no other choice.
     
    *
     
    Louis: See you on Saturday?
    Jane: What time?
    Louis: Eager much?
    Jane: Totally. Like you aren’t.
    Louis: Text me when you get home. I’ll come over.
    Jane: No. I’ll text and we’ll meet. Alone.
    Louis: Yeah?
    Jane: Yeah
    With our first projects turned in, the energy on campus lightened just before fall break. Ava and I had been invited to a Thanksgiving dinner the night before we left for home with Amber and some of her friends. Tonight, though, we decided to hang out with pizza in the room and chill.
    “You ready?” Ava asked, situating herself on the floor with the pizza box between us. We’d decided to have a cheesy girls’ night and had picked a couple of movies to watch.
    “Yep,” I said through a mouthful of garlic bread.
    Completely engrossed in Zac Efron’s chest and his beautiful, blue eyes, I said, “He’s the prettiest crier ever. Although this ghost story of his is pretty lame. Does he only see them in the cemetery?”
    “Right? Why is there even a plot? I just want to wipe those tears away and then take his shirt off.”
    “His shirt is off, like, 90 percent of this movie.”
    “Oh, I know, but I want to take it off. With my hands.” Ava fake growled and made clawing motions with her hands.
    I laughed with her because, man he was hot, but Ava’s comment made me curious. “What’s the status with Christian? Planning on cashing in the V card over break?”
    Ava found the remote control and turned down the volume on the movie. We’d both seen it a dozen times before. “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s come close a couple times.”
    “Same with us,” I confessed. “I think Louis will want to when I see him this weekend.”
    Ava tilted her head. “Do you want to?”
    “Yeah, but…”
    “But what?”
    I hugged my knees. “I’m confused I guess. The whole Connor thing.”
    “Right,” Ava sighed with sympathy. “What’s going on with that anyway?”
    “Nothing. We just kind of run together. Sometimes we talk about the ghosts. You know, he’s got one in his dorm. I’ve seen a couple on the street. We’re comfortable with one another, but he’s kept his distance on a personal level.”
    “That’s good, right?”
    “I think so.”
    Ava laughed and grabbed my hand. “It’s too bad Zac Efron isn’t one of your choices. He’d be the best boyfriend ever.”
    “Totally,” I agreed laughing. “He’d mesmerize me with those eyes and I’d have no choice, you know? And sex? Obviously.”
    Ava settled back in her seat and turned the volume back up. “Connor’s got some killer blue eyes, no wonder you’re confused.”
    I picked up the pillow and smacked her with it, sending her into a gale of laughter. In retaliation, she pinched my calf, knowing it was my weak spot and I shrieked. Ava snorted – an ugly snort and we both got the giggles until I started crazy laughing to the point tears streamed down my face.
    “Someone’s at the door,” Ava said, choking though a laugh. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. Sure enough, someone knocked softly on the door. She flung open the door and when we saw Connor on the other side, we both burst into laughter again.
    “What?” he said, touching his hair and face. He eyed the pile of pillows and blankets on the floor and lifted an eyebrow. “Were you just having a pillow fight?”
    “You wish,” Ava said, waving him in. She held out the half-empty box of pizza. He took two slices and shoved one in his mouth. “What’s going on?”
    Connor turned toward me, mouth full and held up a finger. I fought back a residual burst of nervous laughter while he chewed and swallowed. He rolled his eyes,