17
I feel strangely free as I walk the campus, on my way to Advanced History of the Gods.
Fern jogs up behind me with Greg at her side. “Edie, you look…happy?”
I grin. “I just told Nico that we are not and will never be a thing.” We spot Marguerite with a bunch of vampires, including Val and Tina, and change course to meet them.
“Good for you!” she tells me. Then frowns.
“Bummer,” Greg unexpectedly adds.
“What?” Fern and I both exclaim at once.
“Well, if it’s between Vedie or Nedie, I think Nedie sounds more interesting,” Greg explains with a twinkle in his eye.
I laugh and nudge him. “What about Grassie? Is that a thing?”
“Oooh, oooh,” Fern jumps in. “Marguerite and I can be Ferguerite. Fergie for short.”
It feels good to laugh and be silly after the tension of this morning. It
