It’s that time again. Though there’s no continuity between these snippets from said book, if you wish to read the others: go here for part one, here for part two, here for part three, here for part four, here for part five, here for part six, and plop for part seven. What? I get tired of writing “here” seven times. I felt like mixing it up.
This snippet takes place near the beginning of the book. Alanna shows up at Jasmine’s apartment and they have some valuable girl talk, like best friends do. 🙂
I jangled the keys in my lock and twisted the knob. I pushed the door open and swung my bag and jacket onto their hooks. I walked into the kitchen to serve myself a bowl of ice cream.
I jumped about a foot in the air and turned around saw Alanna browsing around her laptop on my couch.
“Oh my—you scared me to death!” My heart was still hammering in my chest. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, nothing much. I wanted to spend some time with you is all. You’re also a very uncreative key-hider.”
My heart rate was nearly back to normal. “Alright. Want a snack? I was about to pull out some ice cream.”
Alanna grinned. “When isn’t ice cream a good idea?”
Two spoons and a quart later, we were high on sugar and having a pointless conversation.
“So, Blaze, huh?” Alanna’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Is there anything there?”
“Ha! No. No way. He’s alright, but you’ve seen how resentful we are of the fact that we get each other’s jobs. No, there’s no way there’ll be anything there. Ever.”
“You had a mission with him today. You didn’t seem too hateful of him when I saw you two coming back into the office.” Alanna played with her spoon, an evil smile tweaking the corners of her mouth.
“I-uh-well, we had to work together, so we didn’t have time for … animosity … oh, shut up! You look like a leprechaun when you smile like that!”
Alanna giggled viciously. “Oh, you totally have feelings for him.”
“No, I don’t.” I felt a blush creeping up my neck. “This conversation is over.”
We watched some reality TV and then Alanna left. I sat up for a while longer, thinking. Nothing in particular, just letting my mind wander. I tried to do that once in a while—it was oddly freeing. People tend to assume that Psychic’s minds are always free; but just because you can do amazing things with your mind doesn’t mean you’re free with it.
I started thinking about Blaze. I could hardly help it, Alanna had put him on my mind.
He wasn’t all that bad, actually. I wouldn’t go so far as to call him “kind,” but he wasn’t unkind, either. And he was definitely good looking. And muscular.
I shook my head. No, Blaze definitely wasn’t an option. We had this whole rivalry thing going on, anyway. No, our relationship was strictly business.
I turned the TV back on, the lights off, and rested my head against the arm of the couch.
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