Loving the Campus Monster

Chapter 10 (Demons of our past)

Laura

"I'm actually looking forward to go back to classes today." I admit to Cory as I stepped off the bus on my first day back at school.

He chuckles. "You must be as crazy as me now, or did Holly slip something into your coffee this morning?" He raises his brow.

I smile and shake my head. "No, I'm just happy to be back and away from all the endless Christmas company parties and social dinners." I admit.

Cory fakes a gasp and grabs at his chest. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy my company over the Christmas break?" He huffs. "I am offended and hurt."

I roll my eyes at his silliness. "Of course, I enjoyed your company, Cory. You and James were the only ones there keeping me and Holly entertained at all those events."

He smiles a cheeky smile. "I am great at entertainer, aren't I?" He asks, pride in his voice as he holds his gray and black striped vest over his black and white striped shirt that matched his white and black striped pants. He certainly was making a statement with that outfit, but then again all his outfits do. They say I'm crazy and out there and I don't care who knows.

I chuckle. "Yes, you were hilarious Cory. Especially when you threw an olive into someone's drink by accident at one of those Christmas parties we attended." I laugh as I remember the incident. "The shock and complete disbelief and dismay on that old man's face when that olive plopped into his glass of champagne was priceless."

He smiles and shrugs his shoulders. "That was not my fault, I was aiming for the punch bowl. He just happened to walk in front of it at the exact wrong time." He defends himself but smiles as he remembers the incident.

I smile. "Well for a nerd, you got pretty good aim."

"Uh it's dork, not nerd, remember?" He says and I nudge him with my shoulder.

"My bad." I chuckle.

He smiles and shakes his head. "Well, all joking aside I have to agree. All those so-called "parties" my parents force me to go to every year are as about as fun as a funerial gathering."

I nod in agreement. "Yeah, but at least at a funerial you're not force to dance with anyone."

"What's wrong with dancing?"

I look up at him and raise my brow. "Are you kidding? Have you not seen how they dance at those events?"

He frowns before enlightenment slowly dawns on him. "Oh, yeah..." He chuckles. "They do dance funny, don't they? They almost look like robots with the way they twist and turn on the floor so precisely. And do you see how far apart they keep from their partners?" He shakes his head. "They could almost fit another person between them with how far apart they dance from each other."

I nod up at him. "Exactly. I could never dance like that; I probably end up tripping over my feet or step in their feet the entire time." I admit with a laugh.

He laughs. "You wouldn't be as bad as me. I'm not made to move like a robot unless I'm actually doing the robot." He suddenly stops and starts doing the robot dance and I have to hold my sides to keep from falling down with laughter as people stare at him like he's crazy as they walk past us.

He chuckles and starts walking again. "I'm just glad our dads didn't try to get us to dance together at those parties."

I frown as I think about our parents and how they acted at the parties. "Yeah, but... did they seem to be acting strange to you? I swear every time I turned around it seemed like they were glancing at us and smiling."

"Yeah...." He trails off and clears his throat, looking away. "About that...."

I look up and frown at his nervous look. This didn't sound like it was going to be good.