Lycanthropy and Me: The First Semester(mlm)

Day 32. Thursday, Last Quarter

When Tom agreed to meet Hunter and Grayson that afternoon outside the Kahlo building, he wasn't expecting them to ride up on a white golf cart.

Hunter looked at him over his dark sunglasses. "Get in loser, we're going sleuthing."
With a grunt Tom sat on the bench, squishing them together.

"Sorry." Hunter shrugged. "I've always wanted to say a line like that."

"I don't suppose you're feeling sorry enough to let me go?" Tom asked, putting his backpack on his lap. 'You know, and make that recording disappear?"

"Ha!" Hunter shook his head. "Nope!" He replied with a smile. "To the Marconi, my good man."

As Grayson steered them back across the campus, Tom watched the scenery. "Aren't these carts for faculty or something? How did you get one?"

Hunter adjusted his sunglasses. "Good ol' American bribery."

"I can't believe the school did that." The disappointment in Grayson's eyes was evident.

"What? Try to pay me off for my silence? I'm not surprised." Hunter shrugged. "At the end of the day, a school is just another type of business. I wasn't sure my demands would stick though. That's why I only asked for small things, in case my deal with Namm didn't pan out."

"Namm..." Tom repeated. "Isn't he a professor?"

"Yep. And a Dean." Hunter shrugged. "Well, Interim Dean."

"You bribed the Dean and got a golf cart!?" Tom studied the two. "What, do you just have dirt on everybody?"

Grayson hit a bump.

"No and No." Hunter said as he bumped shoulders with Tom. "The Dean owes me. If you see my name in the paper at some point, you'll see why." He adjusted his sunglasses. "Just don't believe everything you read."

"I'm still amazed he let you transfer classes so late in the semester. Midterms start Monday."

"Yeah, but Lugosi and the other guy use the same syllabus. The professor already said in an e-mail that it's the same material, so the exams are identical. I lucked out there. It's weirder that they're keeping him." Hunter scowled. "I didn't fall out in class because of him, he was just a piece of a bigger puzzle. But the school's gonna keep him around."

Hunter's phone vibrated and he pulled it out. With a sigh, he pushed it back into his pocket.

"Who was that?" Grayson asked. "Not Colton again."
"No." Hunter responded with a sigh of relief. "Ms. Nunez. I start working in her office tomorrow."

"I think you made the right call there." Grayson glanced at Hunter as the Marconi came into view. "Getting a job is better than getting a settlement."

"Yeah." This time Hunter gave a sigh of sadness, imagining a hefty settlement he could have received instead of agreeing on a bunch of whims at the moment. The previous night he explained the situation to Grayson, who was disappointed that there were any negotiations at all. The first thing he requested was that his window be fixed. With Winter on the way, he was afraid he would freeze. His second demand was the use of the golf carts not only for himself, but for other students with disabilities. While the plans had been passed on to the school's board and an e-mail was sent his way saying 'his thoughts were greatly appreciated ', the only thing he had gained was a key to one of the carts.

"I don't think a settlement would have been good anyhow. How would it look if I was given a lot of money and then went to jail?"

"Yeah...Wait. Not a normal jail right?" Grayson asked. "Is there a--"