Tradition Or Not, I Sometimes

Right," I Scoffed, "alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian Nodded Solemnly. "a Very Old And Prestigious Society." "i've Never Heard Of Them," Said The Girl Who'd Claimed The First Shirt. "they Don't Let Many People In," He Said. In White Paint, He Wrote His Fake Fraternity's Initials: Aye. "isn't That What Pirates Say?" Asked One Of The Girls. "well, The Alpha Yams Have Nautical Origins," He Explained. To My Horror He Began Painting A Pirate Skeleton Riding A Motorcycle. "oh, No," I Groaned. "not The Tattoo." "it's Our Logo," He Said.

Funny How Someone Telling You Not To Do Something Can Talk You Into It.

God,” I Moaned. “do They Use That Stuff As Rocket Fuel?” “no One Made You Keep Drinking It.” “hey, Don’t Get Preachy. Besides, I Had To Be Polite.” “sure,” She Said.

By The Way, My Name's Rose Hathaway. I'm Seventeen Years Old, Training To Protect And Kill Vampires, In Love With A Completely Unsuitable Guy, And Have A Best Friend Whose Weird Magic Could Drive Her Crazy. Hey, No One Said High School Was Easy.

Knowing I Wasn't Going Anywhere, I Frantically Searched For Some Way To Help Her. A Dark Figure Caught My Eye. "christian!" I Yelled. He'd Been Staring At Lissa's Retreating Figure But Glanced Up At The Sound Of His Name. One Of My Escorts Shushed Me And Took My Arm. "be Quiet." I Ignored Her. "go After Her," I Called To Christian. "hurry." He Just Sat There, And I Suppressed A Groan. "go, You Idiot!" My Guardians Snapped At Me To Be Quiet Again, But Something Inside Of Christian Woke Up. Springing Up From His Lounging Position, He Tore Off In The Direction Lissa Had Traveled.