"So, Mom, how'd you know this Finn guy?" Hamilton asked idly. He congratulated himself that he'd got her out, and Scout and Will off the hook, pretty smoothly there. Maybe he'd wind up being friends with those guys, or something.
Jake was great, really really great, but she made him more nervous than any person he'd ever met. The jury was still out on whether that was because of the girl thing, or the demon thing. If he talked to that blonde chick, uhh, Bella, purely as a science experiment he assured his conscience, he'd know if all girls had that effect. Maybe it was just Jake being Jake.
The chicks he tour-guided round the school grounds didn't make him nervous and excited, but then, once they were attending the school he generally never spoke to them again. He wondered, slightly anxiously, if Jake were the possessive type. It seemed possible.
His mom was telling him about being at college with Finn a million years ago. She looked happy that he was going to be around again. Hamilton felt pleased for his mom. His dad was buried in the office 24/7, and he knew his mom was lonely.
Hamilton spent more time with her than, he suspected, was cool, but the hell with cool. She was good company and he loved her, even if he did get impulses to run her down to the guys so he wouldn't seem like a mommie's boy. How did a guy get labelled a geek, anyway? It was like a group decision, he never saw it being made, and there it was, this big consensus that he was uncool. Ham sighed. It was a court with no appeal.
"I'm sure you'll get on with Finn, honey" his mom said encouragingly.
"Huh?"
"He's volunteered to coach the crew."
"Oh? Yeah?" Important stuff like that, and she left it till last. She knew he'd applied to be on the team months ago. He loved his mom, but sometimes he didn't get her.