So! This is a bit of a revamp for you guys, you're all so patient with me. I don't know how you've stuck around for all these months, but you have. So I've gotta thank you for that. I thought I'd add an intro, but the rest of this chapter remains unchanged because I want you to see how I've grown as a writer. I think I'm more organized now, I think my writing flows a bit better, now. So I hope.
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**Disclaimer: I don't own "Vampire Kisses" or anything in it, the novel totally belongs to Ellen Schreiber and her wonderful little publishers. Because I'm neither her nor a publisher, I don't own VK. I'm just an innocent little fangirl, so pleasepleaseplease don't sue me for things I never claimed to own.**
Rated T for suggestive-ness, cursing, and some sexy guys I'd love to meet but never will.
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I always thought I was destined to be with someone different, someone strange, like me. Someone who didn't mind dancing in the dark and shrinking from the light of the sun. And when I finally met that someone, fell so incredibly and totally in love with them, I realized something: I'd grown up, grown out of my childish fantasies of vampire kisses and love bites. I wanted something real, someone real. There were some complications in this epiphany of mine, as life would have it. It took a break-up, a break-down, a misunderstanding, and a huge one-eighty.
People are going to talk about it, that's all they ever do in this stupid town. But I want to get my version in first, and then the gossip girls can go back to kissing up and kissing ass.
Because this is how it happened and the way it happened, with a little embellishment thrown in, just for the hell of it.
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I walked up the steps of Dullsville High, flicking my sunglasses down over my face so I wouldn't be blinded by the sun. Another dreaded day of high school, another six hours spent with people who didn't really understand me. Yet another day apart from my Gothic prince, Alexander Sterling.
I drained my espresso down to the very last drop, craving its heavenly caffeine the way my vampire boyfriend craved my blood. Hopefully the caffeine would get me through first period. I crushed the styrofoam cup in my hand and threw it behind me into the trash.
Becky and her soccer-player boyfriend, Matt, were probably already in class. My best friend was just lucky she could see her boyfriend every day. Unfortunately for me, I had to wait until the sun set on Benson Hill before I could see my immortal love.
So I was alone in the halls, just like any other Monday. I grabbed my textbooks for Algebra II, the novel I hadn't read a word of for English, and all the other school stuff I'd need. Slamming my locker shut, I turned around.
And there he was.
"Trevor, get out of my way," I shoved him away, hand on his chest.
It just made him smile, the crooked smile that showed off the green of his eyes. "I always knew you wanted me, Monster Girl."
"As if!" I hissed. "Don't you have something more important to do? Like kicking a soccer ball around or sucking face with the cheerleaders?"
My nemesis just gave me a sexy grin, leaning so close I stumbled back against the lockers.
"I had something else in mind."
"Trevor," I breathed, shocked that he would go this far.
He put his arms on either side of me, hands pressed against my locker. I couldn't get away even if I wanted to. And trust me, I wanted to.
"Are you finally admitting it, Raven?" His breath tickled my face, it smelled like Christmas cookies, warm and sugary.
"Yes," I said, giving him a killer smile.
"So, you want me, huh?" The smirk was back on his face, twisting that gorgeous face into the one I remembered. The one I'd hated since kindergarten.
"Of course I want you," I said in a low voice, leaning towards his lips like I was going to kiss him. Trevor's eyes lit up in shock, and something else. Lust? Desire?
I kneed him where the sun doesn't shine, watching the look on his face change from sheer bliss to that of immense pain. "I want you to go to Hell," I finished, shoving him into the lockers and walking away.
The late bell rang just as I strode into first period English. Mrs. Story did not look pleased.
"Oh, Raven! I'm so glad you could join us," She said it with false enthusiasm, gesturing towards the seat right at the front of the room, where she could watch me. Looks like this is going to be another fun year of high school.
I did what I was told, settling myself down in the chair. Half the class was staring at me, and the other half was probably whispering things I couldn't hear. I didn't care.
I dumped my book-bag on the floor and dug out my notebook. Notes were already on the blackboard, but I couldn't concentrate this morning. And besides, I had better things to do with my mortal mornings. I propped my feet up on my desk, getting comfy, furiously scribbling away plans for date night this Friday; a moonlit walk through the cemetery; just me, Alexander, and his grandmother's headstone.
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