#Chapter 14: Ex Research

Since I had decided to live the real college experience, I started going to classes that I would have otherwise skipped. Like the one I currently sat in: Werewolf History. For whatever the reason, maybe because it was history, very few people actually showed up for it. Even I had only attended a handful of times. Today, the professor seemed to give me special notice. He called on me a few times during class then asked me to stay after. “You are a cheerleader, aren’t you?” he asked me, when I approached his desk at the front of the room. Everyone else was filing out of the room. I nodded. He slid a pile of paperwork across his desk. It was bound with an alligator clip. “I need you to deliver this to a tardy student,” he said. “She hasn’t been in class for a while. She’s fallen behind.” He pointed to a note on the top of the pile, where her name was written. “Sir, I’m not sure I’m the best person to track someone down.” I tried pushing the pile back to him. He wouldn’t