Free Watch Me: Teen Paranormal Romance (A Touched Trilogy Book 3) by Angela Fristoe

arched a brow and gave a mocking smile. I’d taken him as more of a nervous dorky type like Owen, prone to self-deprecation more than the mockery of others, so his expression surprised me.
    “Problem?” I asked, giving him back the same attitude.
    “I was wondering if you realized the probability of me actually biting you is statistically lower than the chance of me licking you.”
    “What?!” How do you even begin to respond to that?
    “Well, simply put biting can lead to exposure to a variety of communicable diseases that licking doesn’t, thus the chance of me licking you is more likely, although only slightly. You seem quite concerned with keeping a certain amount of distance between us, so I made the assumption your fear emanated from a fear of biting.”
    He said it so totally deadpan I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. My eyes darted around to see if anyone else heard him and knew what was wrong with him.
    Lifting a hand, he scratched at the short black hair behind his ear. “Of course, if unlike your sister Phoebe you do not have an unnatural obsession with the flesh eating deceased rising from the grave, I’ll need to consider alternative options.” He lifted an arm and sniffed at his shirt. “My clothing appears to have a normal scent associated with laundry detergent and as I showered this morning, thus eliminating any unpleasant body odors, I’ll be able to reduce the possibilities.”
    “Uh, what are you talking about?”
    “Ah, she speaks. I did wonder if perhaps you were mute, albeit selectively as I heard you speak prior to our new seating arrangement.”
    Okay, I was beyond confused. It was like being on some freaky episode of The Big Bang Theory, except the character sitting beside me wasn’t anywhere near as funny.
    “I have no idea what you even said, let alone what you’re talking about.” I shifted in my seat, giving him a partial view of my back while I pretended to get back to work. My attempt failed fairly quickly as I spun back around to glare at him. This time he was doing a good job of ignoring me.
    “Why do you hang out with Phoebe?” Not quite the question I wanted to ask, but ‘are you planning a mass murder?’ seemed a bit abrupt for a first conversation.
    My question seemed to completely throw him.
    “Logically, I socialize with her in my attempts to appear human. Though I suspect from your dubious attitude I have not been nearly as successful as I’d hoped.”
    Was this guy for real? How had I missed this magnitude of weirdness sitting in a number of the same classes with me for over a month?
    “I’m joking. I’m not an alien. Well, technically I am, although I suppose the appropriate term is legal resident. As for Phoebe, she’s cool, I guess.”
    “Nathan and Bianca are cool. Phoebe is…” I let my words trail off. We may not get along, but I’m not into badmouthing my sister.
    “Entirely awesome.” There was that deadpan voice again. I began seeing how he and Phoebe managed to be friends. Both of them were beyond annoying. He cracked a smile. “So, you’re not a fan of your sister. As for me, the jury is still out on her. She’s a little odd, a trait which intensifies when she’s with Bianca and Tonya. And, of course, when she’s randomly calling people a liar. Her distinct lack of tact is intriguing, while also displaying an amazing intuition about the honest of our peers.”
    “Okay. Thanks.” I twisted around to face forward again. I had absolutely no idea how to carry on a conversation with this guy.
    “Did I answer your question?” he asked.
    “What question?” He was still talking to me. Why?
    “About your problem?”
    “I don’t have a problem.” I prayed then. I prayed Alonna would come back to her regular spot and for this torment I was experiencing to come to a swift end, never to occur again.
    “Good, Then I’ll assume I don’t have one either, since I had been pondering your problem when you decided to question mine.