Change of Possession Read Online Free Page B

. I really needed to invest in something if I was going to live alone in a state thousands of miles from home.
    It was a little after midnight, but I didn’t have classes first thing in the morning. I decided to crawl into bed and start up my laptop to see what I missed online. I had about twenty emails from my mother, and about that many Facebook messages from online friends asking how I liked Utah. I told my mom that so far everything was great. The weather was still hot in the day, a little chilly at night, the mountains that lined the entire valley were gorgeous, and my first day of school was awesome, even though it wasn’t my personal best. I hoped that would suffice for a while because I didn’t have the desire to share anything more.
    I closed the computer and pushed it off my lap so I could lay down, then plugged my cell phone in and made sure to turn off the alarm. There was no way I wanted to get up early tomorrow.
     

Three
    Sleep came easily after such a long day. A loud banging on my front door woke me up. I sat straight up and looked around, wondering if I only imagined the sound. I looked at my phone. 8:25. Ugh , I could still sleep. I laid back down when I heard the knock again. I jerked upright. It was real.
    Jumping from the bed, ran a hand down my hair, and tried to wipe off my face, in case I drooled during the night. I was still in the same clothes from the party and grumbled to myself about going to bed without changing, but at least I was somewhat presentable, even if I was a wrinkled mess. It was probably some salesman or something.
    I made it to the front door and opened it, only to shut it quickly once seeing who stood right outside it. “Oh crap.” What was Steve doing here? I looked down at my once passable attire and realized he couldn’t see me in last night’s clothes. “Um, hold on just a minute!” I hollered.
    I dashed to my room and threw the closet door open, grabbing the first thing I saw: a black-and-red polka-dot dress with a V-neck halter-top. As fast as I could, I changed clothes, grabbed my brush from the bathroom, and ran it through my hair, tying a black and red bandana in it to match. I looked at my smeared black eye makeup, cringing at my reflection. I didn’t have time to redo it so I washed it off with water and filled my hands with a mask, rubbing it over my face. I might be green, but at least he wouldn’t see how bad I looked without makeup.
    I opened the front door just a crack. Steve was still there. “Steve, what a surprise.”
    He laughed. “Yeah, I wanted to see if you wanted to go to breakfast. I didn’t know you’d get all dolled up just for me though. The green really suits you.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, this is better than you seeing the real me.”
    “Oh, I don’t know. I liked the real you last night.” He smiled. “So what do you say? Breakfast?”
    “Um, yeah, sure. That might be nice. Just let me finish getting ready first.”
    “Sure. Just call me when you’re ready.”
    “But I don’t have your number.”
    He raised his finger and grabbed his phone out of his pocket with his other hand. My cell phone rang from inside my bedroom. He smiled widely. “You do now. Just program my name to that number.”
    I crossed my arms. “How did you get my number?”
    “Caty.”
    I nodded. “Of course she gave it to you. Why didn’t you just call in the first place?”
    “That would take the whole surprise out of it, besides it’s harder for someone to say no in person.”
    I sighed. “Okay, let me get ready.”
    I took my time with my makeup. I could normally get ready in ten minutes, but I decided to make him wait a bit longer. I threw my red lipstick in my makeup bag and sighed. It would have to do.
    I called Steve and let him know I was ready. He was at my door in seconds. I frowned. “How’d you get here so fast?”
    “Oh, I was just waiting in my car. You look great, by the way.”
    I bit my lip, feeling guilty about making him