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Oxley College Saga #2
By Stacey Nash
Out April 20, 2015
Synopsis
Jordan Hays
knows just how precious life is; that’s why he has his own mapped out. He’ll
work to pay his way through university while he studies hard, regardless of the
constant distractions. Because when it comes to becoming a nurse, he’s deadly
serious. He won’t fail to save someone again.
But Hex Penton is way too similar to the sister he lost, and even though the only thing more fun than stupid dares is the crazy girl who sets them, Jordan needs to make a choice. Hex believes every moment is important; every opportunity must be taken, because you never know when the world will be yanked out from underneath you. With the foundations he’s based his life on shaken, Jordan must discover what’s more important: making sure Hex’s life isn’t wasted, or remembering how to live his.
But Hex Penton is way too similar to the sister he lost, and even though the only thing more fun than stupid dares is the crazy girl who sets them, Jordan needs to make a choice. Hex believes every moment is important; every opportunity must be taken, because you never know when the world will be yanked out from underneath you. With the foundations he’s based his life on shaken, Jordan must discover what’s more important: making sure Hex’s life isn’t wasted, or remembering how to live his.
It’s time to
play truth or dare.
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Excerpt
Admiring my nails, which were longer
than they’d ever been, I poured myself a liberal splash of vodka and mixed it
with lemonade. Liquid courage, that’s what this was, and I’d only need one more
then I’d be right to head downstairs to the party that was happening tonight. I
didn’t bother with the stupid meet-and-greet the senior guy said I must to
attend. Mum had only just left by the time five rolled around and I’d wanted to
catch a quick nap since we’d had an early start.
From my window, I could see people
filling the courtyard. The music blared loudly, dead opposite to the voices, I
assumed. Everyone looked a little awkward, standing around, cradling plastic
cups as if they were scared of each other. It wasn’t hard to pick out the
seniors. They all rocked massive smiles and worked the crowd.
I tipped my head back and downed the
drink in a single gulp. Well, only one way to make this crap downstairs
bearable. Eeesh. The drink practically stole my breath. I must have made
it a bit strong.
A quick look in the mirror and
everything was in place—my hair looked pretty decent, shorts weren’t riding up
my butt, and all the essentials were tucked away beneath my tank top. Everyone
had said it was going to be freaking freezing here in Armidale, but so far it
was like living in a sauna. The air felt thick and hot, and that sun had one
heck of a bite. Good thing it was sinking now, so my shoulders wouldn’t burn.
Again. They already stung from the rays they’d seen while we lugged my stuff in
from the car this afternoon.
Right. I drew in a deep breath, and
squared my shoulders. This would be a piece of cake. I tucked my room key into
my bra and snuck one last look out the window at the courtyard below. People.
Easy-peasy.
Before I could over-think the whole
thing, I yanked open the thick wooden door and stumbled as it caught my heel on
the way out. Good thing my Docs were solid. Those fashionable strappy sandals
everyone wore this summer wouldn’t have saved my bony ankle from certain
destruction.
All the doors in the hall stood
closed, marking my dorm floor as dead empty. I’d heard voices earlier this
afternoon, but whoever it was must be down there already. The resident senior
had said there were three first years on this floor. It was a pity there was no
way of telling which rooms were occupied. The other rooms would fill up later
in the week when the senior students returned—right now only the resident
seniors were here—so I’d find out who lived where soon enough.
Good God, I was still
stalling—standing here, staring at closed doors like a freaking lunatic. Before
I could conjure any more time-wasting thoughts, I stepped out of the hall and
into the stairwell.
Music from the courtyard echoed all
the way up the structure, bouncing off the concrete walls and tiled stairs as if
they were made for this very purpose. The music wasn’t too bad. Not top forty,
but not golden oldies either. Good party tunes.
As I emerged into the throng of it,
I plastered on the friendliest smile I could muster. It turned out I didn’t
need to seek out someone to make me look less alone, because my block senior,
Jason Donagan, marched up to me with a mock scowl. “Where were you?”
I shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Well, you missed out on meeting the
other freshers in our block.” He waggled a finger in a fake scold.
“Oops.”
“Looks like you need a drink.”
“Ahh, yeah. That’d be great,
thanks.”
He disappeared into the crowd, which
wasn’t as thin as it had looked from my window. People were scattered around in
small groups, looking awkward. Some girl caught my attention from over by a
wooden picnic table. Dark hair that almost reached her waist swished as she
swayed to the music, seemingly without notice, since her focus and smile were
both set on me. Maybe she’d be a good one to start with. Before I could make a
move, another girl bounced in front of me, grabbing my arm as if we were best
buds. “I’m-Amber-and-you-have-awesome-hair.”
It took me a second to make out what
she was saying, she spoke so fast. I fingered the blue tips of my
shoulder-length brown hair. The colour had been freshly applied this morning.
“Thanks.”
With her arm hooked through mine,
she piloted me toward the largest group of people, which held the dark haired
girl. She gave me a massive smile; her and Amber must already be friends.
“Hey everyone,” Amber cooed, “meet
my new friend …”
“Hex,” I answered.
“Hex,” she mimicked. “Where are you
from?”
“Umm …” It wasn’t a trick question,
so why was I stumbling? “North.”
“Ahh, a coastie.”
“Not quite, it’s more inland—”
The other girl extended a slender
hand. “McKenzie. Second year applied science. I’m on the social committee, so I
could crash o-week.”
Jason reappeared and passed me one
of the plastic cups everyone else seemed to have. I shot him a grateful smile
and swallowed its contents in two gulps.
Jason whooped. “Looks like you’ve
been here before, Hex.”
The evening wore on much the same,
meeting new face after new face. With so many names I’d be lucky to remember
two or three come morning. Amber remained glued to my side, and after only an
hour in her company I was certain we’d wind up good friends. The girl sure was
fun and seemed to draw in a crowd with her bubbly voice.
The drinks flowed steadily, but
there wasn’t so much that people got plastered. The music lulled and a song I
knew well blared to life. I grabbed Amber’s hand and pulled her up onto one of
the long wooden picnic tables in a corner of the courtyard. She squealed the
second she realised what I was up to, and in three seconds flat had her hands
above her head, her eyes closed, as she shimmied her body like a pro. I’d
definitely found a new friend. Someone wolf whistled below us, but I drowned
them all out with my singing.
When the music ended a chant filled
the air.
He-ex. He-ex. He-ex.
I grinned as I took a plastic cup
some guy held up to me. Amber joined in the chant and it was obvious they
wanted me to drink. I yelled, “Bottom’s up,” and tipped the entire contents of
the cup into my mouth. Amber’s name came next and she followed my lead, giving
the people what they wanted.
My legs felt the effects of my
earlier drinks, but it was all good. Until Amber decided it was time to climb
down. She stumbled to the side, and we both grabbed hold of each other at the
same moment, me saving her from falling. She laughed as if it were the funniest
thing ever. A laugh that was the most contagious I’d ever come across. I burst
into a fit of giggles as we both stood there, clutching each other by the arms.
Another cup of beer appeared in
front of me. The hand holding it, attached to a random guy I hadn’t met. I
accepted the drink with thanks, a giggling Amber still clinging to my side.
It took a good few minutes before we
finally pulled ourselves together. Sucking back a lungful of hysterical
laughter-stopping air, I stepped down off the table and right into the personal
space of a six-foot-odd hunk of solid muscle. My drink splashed out of the cup,
its cool liquid trickling down my arm. Blue eyes regarded me with a deadly
seriousness that shouldn’t be seen in a face that handsome.
I held his stare for a long minute.
There was no way I would back down
to a guy. His jaw clenched and my god, it was as chiselled as any A-grade movie
star’s. A peppering of jet-black stubble gave him a rugged edge, or maybe that
came from his shaggy hair. But boy, he needed to give it up already. He
continued to stare as if he were waiting for me to apologise. God only knew how
I’d offended him. A quick check proved my feet weren’t stomping his toes, nor
had my drink landed on his shirt. He wore low-slung jeans and a plain grey
T-shirt, both of which fitted his toned body perfectly.
I raised my right eyebrow.
That made both of his dip.
I held out my free hand and he took
it. “I’m Hex.”
“Hex?” His nose screwed up.
“Yes, Hex.”
“Weird name.”
“No weirder than your attitude.”
“You should slow down.”
“Excuse me?”
He dipped his head toward my
almost-empty plastic cup. “With the drink. You should slow down.”
“And you should piss off.”
Who did this guy think he was?
Probably some member of the anti-fun brigade, and that was too bad, because
damn, his whole look was amazing.
A laugh burst from him so suddenly,
I flinched, and realised our hands were still clasped. “Jordan,” he said, as if
he’d remembered he hadn’t given me his name.
“Well, the pleasure was all yours,
Jordan.” I retracted my hand. “Don’t party too hard, now.”
Meet
the Author
Stacey Nash
writes adventure filled stories for Young Adults in the Science Fiction and
Fantasy genres. She loves to read and write books that have a lot of adventure,
a good dose of danger, a smattering of romance, and KISSING! Hailing from the
Hunter Valley in New South Wales, she loves nothing more than immersing herself
in the beauty and culture of the local area.
Author of
the Collective Series and the Oxley College Saga.
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