"Awesome," Dawn responded, hugging her books to her chest. They weren't getting heavy. Yet. Anyway she could handle sore biceps to hang out with someone her own age, for once. Someone with great hair and a tongue ring who actually went to college.
It wasn't like Dawn was jealous or anything, but still.
She followed Mel off campus, mentally running her own check of ammunition. A knife in her bag and a stake in her jacket pocket - a small one, but it could do the job.
"All the what stuff?" she asked, looking up at Mel and raising her eyebrows at the unfamiliar word. Was this some kind of York slang thing?