Kelly H. (chocolateangel) - 9/6/2012 7:52 PM ET
If I were you, I'd drop the language.
|I'm actually submitting this into a contest. So any feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thank you.
“Sophie! Get your ass up. Do not make me ask you again.” My mom screamed up the steps for the fifth time this morning. I roll over in my bed and stare at the blinds that are half broken on my window. It's barely dawn and every part of my being is screaming at me to stay in my bed but I know I have to get dressed and load up the car with my luggage.
I hear a cacophony of noise outside of my window as I realize the the birds are just now starting to awaken. Seriously, whoever invented this time of the morning needs to get shot. The television downstairs is blaring one of moms weird infomercials and I can smell badly burnt toast. Another perfect morning in the Williams household. Unwillingly climbing out of bed, I walk over to the chair at my desk and start putting on the only pair of clothes that I hadn't packed. If my mom thought I was going to leave any of my shit here for her to sell for booze, she's out of her drunken mind.
After pulling my Van's onto my feet I start taking my suitcases and vintage trunks down to the car. Mom was pretty much incapacitated on the sofa and it wasn't even 5am.
In a way I'm kind of glad to be leaving all of this behind but on the other hand I'm getting sent to some special kids school for people with “powers”. I mean, so fucking what, I can heal people sort of. That doesn't mean I need to go to a school for freaks and geeks.
My mom should be grateful that I have the ability to heal. Or her alcoholic ass would be dead right now. I came home from a friends house five weeks ago and found her crumpled in a heap on the bathroom floor. Apparently she thought it was a good idea to down half a bottle of aspirin and follow it with a couple 40oz's.
Needless to say, I haven't had a very pleasant childhood. I might only be seventeen but I was forced to grow up fast in order to take care of myself. Sure, we are on welfare and we have foodstamps but the welfare alone is hardly enough to pay for moms monthly alcohol intake. So when I was fifteen I had to get a job as a waitress at some sleazy joint a few blocks away from the house. I had to lie about my age of course and I get paid under the table so I don't make as much as I would if it was a legal job but it puts food in my stomach and keeps the water running.
Our section 8 apartment is pretty much paid for by the government so I normally don't have to worry about paying too much in rent. So getting sent away to this weird school will be both a godsend and burden. Oh, yeah. The only way I can even afford to go to this school is because my mother contracted the principle, or whatever you call the principle at a private weirdo's school, and explained to him that I have healing powers and need to be secluded from the normal human population.
So, obviously, in my mothers eyes, my ability to heal means I'm a danger to “normal” people. Personally, in theory, doesn't that mean doctors are a danger to society as well?
Anyways, after pretty much bringing my mother back from the brink of death, it was decided that I'm some freak of nature so I'm being shipped away to some school in Maryland. It's about 100 miles away from my home in Virginia. This will be my first time out of my state.
“You ready to go sweetie?” Mom raises from her comatose state and starts collecting her purse and keys.
“Are you even sober?” Looking over at her made me realize I shouldn't have asked that. She was clearly sober she just looked a little downtrodden.
“Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? Of course I'm sober for Christ sake. Do you honestly think I would drive a car for over 100 miles with my child in it?” She kept ranting and raving like this until I walked out of the front door and started heading towards the car. Another perk of being on welfare means my mom can somehow afford a Mercedes Benz.
I nestled myself into the front passenger seat, put my seat belt on and tucked my legs under my chin. Yeah, I know, only skinny people can do that. I'm not exactly skinny, I'm petite with a lot of curves. I'm about 5'2'', or at least that's what my learners permit says, 140lbs. I only wear a size two but most of my weight is in my hips and breasts, the only good things I seem to have gotten from my mother.
Mom slides into the drivers seat and places her coffee into the cup holder. When she isn't drinking like a fish she has to have caffeine in order to survive.
Sitting there waiting for her to start the car I can't help but wish I could drive myself. But with working 40+ hour weeks over the summer and paying the bills I haven't had the time or money to pay for Drivers Ed.
She puts the car into drive and pulls away from the curb.
“This is the start of a new life for you Soph. Isn't it exciting.” She beamed at me. I just shook my head and started my two hour long journey of silence and staring out of the car window.
We turn onto a long gravel driveway and pull up to the school a little after eight a.m. As I look out of the window I notice that almost every other kid is getting out of a limo or some form of expensive foreign car. You couldn't tell by looking at my moms car that we were poor but you would definitely be able to tell by my attitude and wardrobe.
Looking over at my mom, I can't help but wonder why she is punishing me. Then, as if she could read my mind, she places her head on the steering wheel and says “I just want you to go to school with other kids like you. So you can feel like you belong.” She let out a long exaggerated sigh and ran her fingers through her hair.
“I know, mom. It's going to be okay.” I'm the kid and here I am trying to comfort her.
I try to smile but it just seems bittersweet. Teasing and ridicule have been a part of my everyday life. I always manage to get alright grades so I wasn't made fun of for being stupid. The torture was because of what I wore. I mean, My clothes don't have holes and aren't dirty or anything like that. But they are from thrift stores or the clearance racks at Wal-Mart and that doesn't go over so well with the snobs at Riggs Valley High School. Even though I'm from Virginia that doesn't mean we don't have our fair share of rich, hoity toity, high rollers.
Oh, the rich kids aren't the only ones who made fun of me, not by far. The religious freaks get on my case the most. They either rant and rave about how I don't go to church or how I don't have a father. I'm sorry but I truly don't understand how my not having a father is in any way my fault. I didn't ask to be born and when I was born I didn't ask to be born to a woman who doesn't know who my father is.
“Well we better get going Sophie. Don't want you to be late on your first day of school.” Mom said when the silence in the car got to be unbearable for her. It's about time for her to start drinking and I'm interfering with that. She got out of the car and opened the trunk. Was she going to help me carry my things in? Feeling confused, I got out of the car and opened up the back door and started setting my bags on the gravel driveway.
My mom set my two vintage trunks on the ground near the rest of my bags, patted me on the shoulder, got back into her car and took off.
I was left standing outside of Dracula Academy for Freaks and Geeks with every worldly possession I owned sitting at my feet.
She has never been a great mother but I never expected her to just take off like that without so much as a goodbye. Just then I felt something roll down my cheek. I rubbed my hand across my face thinking it was a tear but then realizing a light rain had started. Turning my head to the sky I let the rain pelt my face in hopes that it would wash away the pain, wash away any memory I had before this moment. I don't want to remember her, I don't want to remember my old school, and I really don't want to remember my old bedroom with the twin mattress on the floor with tattered old sheets.
This is the beginning of a new life. Maybe I'll finally meet someone worth remembering.
The rain is falling a little hard now and the sky has grew entirely dark. I stare up at Montbrun Academy, an ancient looking stone orifice and watch the lightning crackle in the background. The school is creepy enough without the lightning adding to it.
From where I stand I can see a huge, heavy looking ornate wooden door. It has big brass handles and an even bigger brass door knocker in the shape of what looks like a wolf. The building itself is made out of large dark grey stones. About thirty feet on either side of the door are two gigantic towers that reach up at least ten stories. Was this place fashioned after some dead kings castle? It was too big and too old to belong here.
“Ah, You must be Sophia Williams.” A man in a fancy black suit with a burgundy tie is approaching me from the open front door. He's very tall, at least 6'5'', he has dark black hair cut pretty short but still long enough to put gel in and spike it up a little. His skin is very pale but somehow, it suits him well.
“I am Headmaster Isaac Balthazar, you may call me Mr. Balthazar. I am the person in charge of everyone at this academy.” He stares down at me with his intense ice blue eyes.
“Yes, although, I prefer Sophie.” I look him in the eyes and smile my sweetest smile. His demeanor is a little too serious for my liking. The thunder and lightning are going off in the background as if on cue to make Mr. Balthazar look even more bad ass than he already does.
He makes a grunting noise and turns toward the school. “Mr. Braun, will you please help Ms. Williams up to her room?” He asks, but somehow it seems more like an order.
“Yes, sir.” A blonde guy around my age walked over to where I was standing in the rain and looked at me curiously.
“Hi.” He said shyly, as if he'd never talked to a girl before. “My name is Samuel.” He looked down at his feet before he started gathering my belongings. Somehow he picked up both trunks and 3 of my bags, leaving me with only two bags, my laptop bag and another bag full of overly read books.
“How can you lift so much?” I asked him, slightly bewildered. Samuel didn't look like he was strong. Infact, he looked quite the opposite. He was about 5'9'' and looked to weigh only 120lbs.
“I'm a were-panther. I'm a lot stronger than a normal human my size would be.” He smiled at me as we walked into the school.
“You're a what?” I raised my eyebrow. Had he just said he was a were-panther? I know what a panther is and, unless my mom slipped me some of her happy pills, the guy walking up the stone stairs in front of me is a human.
“I'm guessing you've never met a were-panther. It's okay. So what are you? Half human, half fairy?” If I counted right, we've stopped on the fifth floor. We stand in front another heavy looking wooden door only this one is a lot smaller.
“Am I a what? A fairy? What the hell are you on? I've seen people tripping out on drugs before but I've never had anyone tell me they were a cat or ask me if I was a fairy.” I was starting to get a little aggravated.
“Are you playing games with me? You have to know about this school. Kids only get sent here when they aren't fully human or they have special powers.” Samuel cocked his head to the side and studied me as if trying to figure out if I really am clueless.
“I... I have no idea what you're talking about Samuel.”
Even though it is ninty-five degrees outside, the school suddenly feels chilly. Samuel is staring at me with a look of pity on his face.
“Here, this is your room. Come in and I will show you.” He pushed open the heavy wooden door as if it weighed nothing. After placing my trunks and bags at the foot of a large four-poster bed he walked back over to the door and closed it.
“If you truly don't know what I'm talking about, then you're going to want to sit down for this.” He gently placed a hand on my shoulder and walked me over to the foot of my bed.
“Wait. You're not just trying to get me into bed with you... are you?” I must have had one hell of a look on my face because Samuel burst out laughing.
“Oh man. Just sit down and watch, Sophie.”
The air in the room didn't only seem chilly, it also felt suffocating. Did my mother check me into some sort of Gothic looney bin? I clench and unclench my hands in my lap as I watch Samuel carefully. He looks out the window, as if ashamed to look at me. I was about to speak when all of a sudden he screamed out. His body started to morph and crack. The bone crunching sound was enough to send me off the edge, but I kept watching as if I couldn't look away. Then, in the blink of an eye, there was a shiny, black panther standing on all fours in front of me where Samuel had been.
I tried to scream but nothing came out. Samuel must have realized how scared I was because he rubbed his body against my leg and then laid his head in my lap. How is this possible? I thought shit like this was only in books and movies. I have no idea why I was sent to this school but one this was brutally clear.
The first person I met at Montbrun Academy was a god damn pussy.
“The headmaster doesn't let anyone into the school unless they have some sort of supernatural funk about them. So you have to have something that got you sent here.” Samuel was sitting on the floor in front of my bed. After morphing back into a human I just sat there for a few minutes staring at him in disbelief.
“I... well uh... I can kinda heal people.” Can I trust this guy? I never really told anyone about my ability to heal others.
“Well, there you go doll face. That's your meal ticket right there. You're not so much different than the rest of us that go here...”
“Um no. Excuse me but I don't get down on all fours, turn furry and howl at the moon.” I'm not entirely sure if that was part sarcasm or not. I don't feel very sarcastic right now but I think Samuel took it as such.
“ I don't howl at the moon.” He laughs and then smiles at me. For the first time since I met Samuel I really looked at him. Now every time I see his dark green eyes I'm going to see a sleek black panther lurking in the background.
“But you better get used to it. I'm far from being the only fur-ball at this place.” Samuel patted my shoulder and started towards the door.
“Well thank you for carrying my things up.” I smile slightly and get up off the bed.
“No problem. I'm here if you need me. I guess you can say you've made your first friend already.” He grins and starts to open the door and then stops, turns around and hands me a folded piece of paper he retrieved from the back pocket of his jeans.
“This is the schedule for the next few days. School doesn't officially start for another 3 days. They always have us get here early so we can settle in and meet each other.” He pulled a pen from his front pocket and wrote something on the back of the paper. “And this is my cell phone number. If you even need me or you get scared, please feel free to text me.” He handed me the paper and the slipped out of the room with cat-like grace.
My mind is racing. What am I doing here? I mean, Samuel is very nice for a non-human were-kitty but I'm not some sort of shape-shifter. All I did was bring my shitfaced mother back from the brink of death. Did that really classify me with the rest of these people at this school? And Samuel had said that he wasn't the only one. How many other were-whatevers will I be going to classes with everyday? And are they the only supernatural beings here? Samuel also mentioned fairies. I place my head in my hands and take a deep breath.
The piece of paper he had given to me rubbed up against my forehead. I lift my head up and hold the paper in front of my face, open it and begin to read.
Welcome to Montbrun Academy. I hope all of you find the accommodations to be up to your standards. Please make yourselves at home. Your schedule for the next few days are as follows
If you find yourself hungry in between meals there are vending machines placed through-out the school. You need only use your student I.D. card, which you can pick up on your first day down in the library, on the vending machine. Each student has 2 vending credits allotted to them per day. Your student I.D. card is also used for checking out books at the library and for checking into class.
Classes will start this coming monday, August 27th at 9:30 a.m. sharp. You may pick up your schedule at the same time you retrieve your student I.D.
Please use these next few days to get to know the school, find your classes and meet new people. If anyone has any questions or inquiries, feel free to drop by my office.
Sir Isaac Balthazar
Well that was short, sweet and to the point. I fold the paper back up and look at Samuels number scrawled on it. Maybe I should have told him I don't have a cell phone. Oh well. I'll tell him the next time I see him. Standing over my bags and trunks I decided to unpack before heading down to search for the library.
The room I was in was very beautiful. But then again, I've never had a real bed or a real bedroom so maybe I'm just biased right now. The bed was against the wall with a window between the two posts. The entire bed frame was made out of cherry finished wood. Not the cheap kind of wood you see bookshelves made out of that they sell at Wal-Mart either. This bed was old and solidly built by hand. On either side of the bed were nightstands made out of the same wood. Sitting atop of both nightstands were lamps resembling oil lamps but they plugged into the wall.
About 4 feet from the foot of the bed was two six-tier bookshelves also of the same wood with ornate detailing at the top. My books would look amazing on these shelves. Then pushed against the wall by the door was a lighter wood desk. It had 2 draws on either side of the chair and a bunch of cubbyholes on top. Sitting in the middle of the desk was a brand new looking red and white laptop. Next to the laptop was a lawyers pad of paper with another folded up piece of paper on it.
Each student receives a laptop at the beginning of the year. This is yours to keep. Most of your school work will be done on the laptop. There is an extra charger in the top left draw of this desk. In each class you will receive a 8-gig flashdrive to store your work on. These will be collected and returned every day in order to grade your work.
In the top drawer of your chest of drawers you will find a gender appropriate laptop bag so that you may safely carry your laptop around to each class with you. You will also find a few other things in the drawer.
The letter ended abruptly with no signature or anything. I run my fingertips over the top of the laptop and grin. I've never owned anything like this before. And the letter said it was mine to keep.
I walked over to the dresser that was tucked in a corner on the other side of the room near another door I assume was a closet. What had the letter called it? A chest of drawers? Weird. I opened the top drawer and inside was a turquoise and pink messenger bag. Inside the bag was a small box with a picture of a cell phone on it. I get a cell phone too? There was also another piece of paper in the bag. It read:
The cell phone is another gift. Please use it to keep in touch with your loved ones and also collect the numbers of the other students around the school that you become friends with or students you become partnered with in class assignments. The phone will be used to keep your schedule in as well. The alarms for classes have already been preset. There are no classes on Saturday or Sunday so no alarms have been set. If you join in on any extracurricular activities then you must set your own alarm. Each phone can receive/make phone calls, send/receive texts and get onto the internet.
Once again the note ended abruptly.
I roll the phone box around in my hands. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much like a charity case in my life. I’m sure every other student has gotten the same things I have, but how many other students came from a life like mine? From what I saw when I first arrived, most of these kids were spoiled, upper class snot balls. Most of these kids probably came here with their own expensive laptops and their own fancy cell phones. I could already tell that I wasn’t going to fit in. But hey, I’m used to that.
After unpacking and putting my clothes away, I store my bags on the top shelf of the closet. I also put one trunk on the floor of the closet and the other one at the foot of the bed.
I place the bag with my books in front of the bookshelf and vow to alphabetize them later. I need to get downstairs and find the library so I can get my I.D. and schedule. Then I’ll probably hide in my room until lunch.
As I make my way downstairs, I try to take in my surroundings. There are six rooms per floor and maybe ten floors. I found out the towers actually contained the giant spiral staircase that led to the different floors. About every ten steps up or down there is are fairly small hole in the stone tower I assume are meant to be windows. There are 2 towers per side of the school. One side contains the female students and the other side contains the male students.
The main level of the school is pretty big. I make my way back to the front door, put my back against the door and take in my surroundings once again. To either side of me are the stone spiral stairs leading to the students rooms. Directly in front of me is a half circle cherry wood table pushed up against a stone wall with a bunch of pamphlets spread out on it. I pick one up and realize its a map of the school. It looked like it was hand drawn by a 5 year old, but it was better than nothing.
INSERT MAP HERE
If I'm reading this map correctly, there should be a door on the left and right side of the semi-circle table. I walk over to the left side of the wall where the map says the door to the library is and look carefully. A large florid tapestry hung from the wall and about 3 inches to the right of the tapestry was a dark metal doorknob. I reach out for the knob and slowly turn it.
Behind the door was was unlike anything I have ever seen. Books. Books everywhere. Never in my life have I seen so many books. If the library wasn't in this school I would have fallen in love. Floor to ceiling bookshelves held thousands of books. From ancient looking tomes, bound in leather, to newer fictions novels with bright and colorful covers.
There is a large circular desk in the middle of the room. You would have to step up to get into it. Behind the desk sat two women. One was middle aged, maybe thirty-eight, with long brown hair, fair skin, and glasses that magnified her brown eyes. She looks up at me and smiles and then goes back to looking at whatever was on her desk. The other one was standing up so I could see that she was tall. Too tall. She was also very lean with hardly any womanly curves. If it wasn't for the way she wore her blonde hair and the femininity of her face I would have sworn up and down that she was a he. This woman was around twenty-five.
“Can I help you sweetheart?” She asked me in a melodious voice. Yep, definitely female. You can have all the plastic surgery you want but you can't alter your voice. Can you?
“I'm here to pick up my student I.D. My name is Sophie Williams.” I cross my arms over my chest as if trying to protect myself from something. I'm not entire sure what though.
“All righty. Give me one second.” She pulled a box with a lid from somewhere under the desk and started going through it. Pulling out a card, she places it on the desk and returns the box to its rightful place.
“You said Sophie, correct?” When I went to nod my head, another student came into the library. Probably here to get his I.D. as well.
“I'll be right with you.” She said to the other student.
“I'm going to need to take a picture of you.” I know notice she is wearing a badge. It reads Ms. Adler. While I'm reading her badge, she pulls out a digital camera and snaps a picture.
“Hey, I wasn't ready.” I try not to glare at her but some things are just impossible.
“Don't worry. I don't think you could ever take a bad pictures.” A male voice says.
I look around the room and my eyes land on a very attractive guy. He is very tall. Probably as tall as Mr. Balthazar. But he is thinner, not so thin as to the point where he doesn't have any muscles, but thin nonetheless. He had light brown hair pushed back from his face. Not the kind of pushed back you get from putting gel in your hair, the kind you get from running your fingers through your hair too much. He had dark green eyes and pale skin just like Samuel. I don't know what made him attractive, but I couldn't help but stair.
He walks over to me and smiles. I tried to smile back and I hope it looks genuine. He holds out his hand and gently take it.
“Hi.” He grins. “My name is James. You're new here, right?”
“Is it that obvious?” I try not to blush but somehow I doubt I succeeded. “I'm Sophie.” I look down at my feet trying to avoid eye contact.
“Sophie. Hmm. That's a pretty name. So, Sophie. What are you in for? Are you a neck muncher? Do you sprinkle fairy dust everywhere? No, I think you're a femur cruncher?” He watches me intently as I tilt my head to the side.
“Excuse me? Is everyone in this school insane? A neck muncher? Is that like a gang code name for something?” I back away from him slowly and turn my attention back to the librarian who is laminating my I.D. card.
He laughs. It's a musical sound. Why do all the people here have such elegant laughs? It's really starting to freak me out.
“You're a baby then, huh? Don't know what you are? Parents just sent you here because you did something supernatural? It's okay. Trust me. It does get easier once you stop pretending that you're not in a school full of kids who want to eat you in more that one way.” He winks at me.
“Here is your I.D. sweetheart. I also grabbed your schedule. And here is yours as well Mr. (insert).” She handed me my I.D. and schedule and then handed James his. I looked over at the paper in his hands and hope to god we don't have any classes together. My schedule read:
English 9:30am – 10:30am Rm 4A
Calculus 10:40am – 11:40am Rm 1B
Supernatural Studies 11:50am – 12:50pm Rm 3B
Art 2:30pm – 3:30pm Rm 2D
Physical Activity 3:40pm – 4:40pm Gymnasium
History 4:50pm – 5:20pm Rm 2B
Personal Time 5:20pm-6:00pm
James walked over to where I was standing and read my schedule over my shoulder.
“Looks like we have every class together.” I didn't even have to turn around to know he had a shit eating grin spread across his face.
“Oh, well that's a relief. I was hoping to have all the same classes as a creeper. Looks like wishing do come true.” I start walking towards the exit so I can go back up to my room until lunch but James stops me.
“Hey, I'm not a creep. Sorry if I came off that way. Please let me show you around the school. It will make life a lot easier once classes actually start.” The look on his face was so pitiful. How could I say no?
“All right. Thank you.” I dare to glance at him and find that he is smiling. Not one of those, oh yeah I'm going to get in this chicks pants, kind of smile. But a genuine smile that shows he is actually interested in me.
He takes my hand in his and pulls me towards another door. Normally if anyone tries to show me any kind of affection I would jerk away. But for some reason I didn't want to take my hand away. His hands are as cold as ice but mine usually are too so it doesn't bother me at all. I feel a slight pull of muscles towards the bottom of my stomach. I shrug it off. I've never felt it before so I have no idea what is.
This door leads out to a hallway with eight doors, four on either side. Each door has a number and a letter on it and below that is a gold plaque with the name of a teacher.
“Most of our classes are down here. I can walk you to class everyday if you like.” He squeezes my hand and continues walking. I don't know if he wants me to respond so I just follow him quietly.
At the end of the hallway is the back of the school with a similar door to the one upfront. He leads me over to the door and pulls it open. This must be the back of the school.
“Hey, James. School hasn't even started yet and you already have a new piece?” Some guy with glasses and shaggy looking dark brown hair is walking towards us.
“You know it.” James rolls his eyes and starts walking towards the back door. The other guy just walks up the stone steps to the right of us and vanishes.
As we walk through the door I glance around. There is a white stone pathway that branches off in three different directions and leads to 3 other building. None are are big as the main building of course. But they are all just as beautiful.
James leads me in the direction of the building down the right path.
“This is the gym. They also hold the welcome ceremony here and whatever other gatherings they set up.” We don't go in, but I really don't think we have to. Once you've seen one gym, you've seen them all.
“That is Mr. Balthazar's house and office.” He points to the building to the left of the path. “And that is where the teachers live.” He points to the building right behind the school, straight down the path.
We walk back into the school and turn left. In front of us is a room behind a bunch of glass. It looks so out of place in this school. “That's the cafeteria. You can either eat here or pick up food and go back up to your room.”
We walk into the cafeteria and sit in the very back corner.
“So, do you have any questions?” He props his feet up on an empty chair and leans back.
“Uh, yeah. What are you?” I know I shouldn't ask this. But I would really like to know what I'm getting myself into before it's too late to back out.
James shifts his position and places his feet back on the ground. “That's for me to know and you to maybe find out someday.” I really don't like that answer. But I'm afraid if I keep pressing him he will tell me to fuck off.
“Okay, lets go see the other classrooms.” He doesn't hold my hand this time. In fact he seems sort of distant. Like there are a million other things he would rather be doing right now. And none of them involve me.
We walk up the steps in the back of the school to the second floor. This floor looks exactly like the flood my room is on except the rooms are gathered in the middle in the shape of a square and there is a hallway that goes all the way around.
“You only have one class up here. These are the C and D classrooms.” He shrugs and keeps walking. I don't like how he said you have one class up here. What happened to all this we and our shit? Did I say something wrong? I frown and look at the names of the teachers written on the doors as we walk by.
He stops in front of the steps at the front of the school.
“These are the guy steps and those are the chicks steps.” He gestures over to the steps I had walked up and down earlier.
“I'm on floor seven. Third door in if you use these steps. Fourth door in if you use the back steps. You know, in case you need me for anything.” The way he said anything made the pulling in my stomach worsen.
“Bite me.” I say without hesitation.
“Don't tempt me.” He smiles at me and walks up the steps towards the boys rooms without so much as a goodbye.
Don't tempt him, eh? What happens if I want to? Wait. Samuel had said that everyone in this school is supernatural. So what if James is a... no he couldn't be. Things like that don't exist except for in books and movies. Then again... Samuel showed me that that isn't exactly the case. Oh. My. God. What if I just told a were-wolf or something to bite me? I laugh inside my head and start walking over to the girls steps. Or maybe James is a vampire. I actually laugh out loud at that one. I make my way back to my room and plop down on the bed. It's now a little after eleven in the morning. The paper Samuel had given me said lunch was at one. Two more hours to go. So not only have I found out that I'm going to school with a bunch of were-whatevers, I may also be going to school with vampires. His hands were pretty cold.
Hmm. That's great to know. Especially considering I just started my period...
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