It's Paranormal. It's Romantic! And you can win one.
I used to be in gymnastics, and then I was on a martial arts kick, but the only exercise I'll have time for is running between classes this semester. Seriously. I scheduled a couple back to back, and they're on opposite ends of campus. Bleh!
Oh God. Are you going to lecture me, too? We ran into each other—as in, a face meets chest collision. Everyone thinks I had this dangerous run-in with the madman, but it wasn't that big of deal at all.
Attracts me? Easy there, lady. We just met yesterday morning. I mean, he seems pretty considerate, and he wears this tortured expression that makes me want to jump his bones, but I wouldn't say I'm attracted to him. I hardly know the guy!
Ugh. Don't remind me. I swear, I'm vitamin deficient or something. Wallace grabbed me once, and I'm still wearing his handprints. Isn't that ridiculous?
So help me, if I hear one more person bring up those stupid rumors. Yes, there are screams and growls and... God knows what else coming from his room every night, but that doesn't mean Wallace is crazy. We let those stupid rumors get out of control, and now looked at what's happened. The guy is a freakin' pariah. I'm sick of it.
*Sigh* It's okay. I'm just... never mind. Let's continue.
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