Ummmm, this is my first House of Night fic......so it may suck a tiny bit (or more).....if you don't read it, heck I don't blame you, but it doesn't hurt to try.
A New Beginning
Summary: Zoey has finally ended the war between Neferet after a few months. She decides to leave afterwards to start fresh. What happens when she runs into Neferet after five years with favor? (This contains spoilers, if have not read the last book or Chosen. The plot is totally made up) ZoeyxErik, DamienxJack, ShauneexCole.
Chapter 1
"Zoey, what are you doing?" Stevie Rae asked, walking in on me packing.
"I'm leaving, for a little while." I told her, continuing to fold my clothes and putting them in my gigantic lime green suitcase.
"Why can't you stay here for the rest of the summer?" she asked, sadly. I really hated when Stevie Rae was upset, but she doesn't understand. I didn't want to be here to hear people say "Look, it's that girl who stopped Neferet" and whatever else they gossiped about. Plus, I didn't want to be here with the gang after everything had went down. I needed sometime to think. That varied from whether or not I wanted to come back to the Tulsa House of Night or transfer to another House of Night, and whether or not I wanted to work things out with Erik.
"Well, the gang and I will miss you." Stevie Rae added, trying not to cry.
"I'm sorry, Stevie Rae. I just need time to myself to think. I need to start of fresh." I explained, putting the remainder of my belongings in my suitcase, "I promise I won't forget you."
"I just hope you come back. I don't have another best friend." Stevie Rae whispered, turning to the door and left.
A few hours later, after the graduation ceremony was over. I tried my best to get back to my dorm as soon as possible, that is until someone stopped me.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Aphrodite asked, grabbing my shoulder.
"I thought you'd wouldn't want to see me. I mean, we're not friends." I mumbled, plainly.
She sighed, "I guess after everything that's happened this year, I think we're fr.....fr...friends." I was a little shocked by her statement. Had hell really froze over?
"Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you. For everything you've done this year." Aphrodite added, cracking a smile, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have realized that I was sort of a spoiled brat."
"Sort of?" I questioned, raising my brows.
"Don't push it. I'm still gorgeous, beautiful, and rich." she pointed out, flipping her blonde hair again, "You need a hair cut. Your split ends are killing me."
"Thanks. I guess I'll see you around." I said, as she went to catch up with her parents. Now was my chance to leave, that is until someone called my name.
"Zoey." I turned to see that it was Erik running to catch up with me. Even though we weren't dating, he looked so hot in his all black tuxedo, with a black dress shirt and black, shiny tie.
"Do you need something?" I asked, not beating around the bush.
"I just wanted to talk to you." he said, catching his breath.
"Well, whatever you have to say needs to be quick." I replied, holding my turquoise hobo purse. It went great with my sleeveless black dress, turquoise leggings, and black ballet flats. Wow, I think I'm turning into the Twins.
"What's the rush?" He asked, looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes.
"I'm leaving, Erik." I said, averting my gaze to the cheese and whine table. Gosh I was hungry.
He didn't look hurt by what I said, but his eyes told a different story. His eyes expressed that he was sad by what I said, "You're leaving right now?"
"My parents are dropping my grandma off here, and we're going back to her lavender farm for the summer. I'm not staying here." I answered, still gazing at the assortment of cheese they had. As soon as this is over I'm dumping the entire try in my bag and leaving.
"Oh, well, I do hope you have a safe summer." Erik muttered, kissing my cheek before he left. I didn't quite understand it. Why would he kiss my cheek after all we've been through? I mean, he should be pissed at me for cheating on him with another man behind his back. Hell, I would be pissed if he cheated on me with another woman. I guess that was the part of him I liked. He never was the type to hold a grudge.
Once I got back to my room, I took my fancy stationary paper out and my new favorite pen. It was decorated with Hello Kitty all over it. I began to write three separate letters. One for the gang, one for Stevie Rae, and the last for Erik. After I was done, I saw my parents car pull into the parking lot. Before I left, I put my concealer on to hide my Marks, put on my sunglasses, and left. I set the envelopes with the letters on the little table in front of the couch, next to the flowers. I finally approached my Grandma with a warm hug.
"I missed you, Grandma." I said, hugging her tight.
"I missed you too, u-we-tsi-a-ge-hu-tsa," Grandma replied, holding me. She smelled just like fresh lavender, and I missed how she called me the Cherokee word for daughter.
"Well, we'll see you later." my step-loser, John, said, heading back in their car and left.
"Come on, we'll take my car." I told Grandma, hauling my suitcase and a few boxes in the trunk and backseat.
"So, did you have a good school year....aside from everything that has happened recently?" Grandma asked, as I started driving away from the first thing I thought was a true home.
"Yeah. I had three boyfriends." I blurted, not realizing what I said.
"Three boyfriends? Zoey, dear, that's not very lady like." Grandma teased, as I continued to drive.
Five years later............
It had been five years since the war between Neferet had ceased to exist. I didn't die like Aphrodite had seen in her vision. I would have, if it weren't for one person. That person was Erik Night. Yeah, I'm talking about the fifth former who had Changed into an adult vampyre. At first I thought he was rejecting the Change, but then when he got up he was perfectly fine. For the past five years, I hadn't seen him at all.
So before the war, we broke up because I cheated on him with Loren Blake, a professor at the House of Night. He'd only just helped us out with the war and what not. It wasn't because he cared about me. He was probably just doing it because he was a teacher and he'd still been good friends with the gang, except for Aphrodite and I. Anyway, despite the fact that we aren't together, I owe him my life. I would died if he hadn't helped me.
Aside from that, my life was going great. I had attending Oklahoma State University so that I could get my degree and become a veternarian. Ever since I was the leader of the Dark Daughters five years ago, I was helping a cat charity and ever since I wanted to help animals.
Well, right now, it was night time. For me, that meant morning. For Grandma, it was both. I was up watching cable and eating a tiny veggie platter, along with a cheese platter. I know that vampyres need to keep in shape and eat healthy. I didn't have to worry about rejecting the Change because lucky me survived it. Anyway, all my Marks had been completed. The had finally spread all over me. As far as the keeping in shape thing, Grandma signed me up for gymnastics and boxing classes. I had taken gymnastics before when I was six. I'd been really good too, I just quit after I got in high school. As for boxing, I really liked it actually. I was getting at throwing left hooks.
For the past two months of summer, I've thought recently about the House of Night in general. I thought about my friends, Erik, Neferet surprisingly, and other things. I felt so bad for leaving Stevie Rae. She had written me a couple of times asking how I was and how everyone else (including Erik) were doing too. I hadn't seen her the same amount of time. After a few seconds, Nala, my baby, trotted from the kitchen and into my lap.
"Hey, pretty girl." I cooed, kissing her little nose. Nala had started to take a liking to Grandma since we've been here, even though she was still her normal grumpy self.
"How are you, sweetheart? You feeling okay?" Grandma asked, coming from upstairs.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Grandma." I answered, tossing another couple pieces of cheese in my mouth.
"Oh yeah, your friend Damien called and wanted me to tell you to call him back." Grandma informed me, brightly. I felt a little uneasy about it. I haven't talked or seen my friends in 5 whole years. I mean, we talked on the phone every now and then for the last few months, but I hadn't physically seen them. I had no idea if it was just Damien who wasn't pissed off at me that I hadn't kept in contact with them.
"Okay. Thank you, Grandma." I smiled, petting Nala.
"Good ni.......morning, sweetheart." She told me, before she headed to bed. While she was sleep, I decided to listen to the phone messages left on Grandma's answering machine.
"This is Sylvia....and Zoey," I heard myself say, on the machine, "We're not here right now, but please leave a message at the beep and we'll get back to you shortly. Luv ya!" After 2 seconds, I heard the beep.
"Zoey! We miss you, honey!" Damien's telephone voice said, letting the others speak after him.
"Zoey, girl, we so totally-," Shaunee started, and I obviously knew who was coming next.
"Miss you." Erin finished, happily.
"They're right. It's so lonely without you here with us. We all became teachers here at school." Stevie Rae added, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.
"I hope you're having a good summer, Zoey. I miss you." I heard Erik say, sounding sincere and not hateful and cold like he had before.
"We love you, Zoey!" Jack shouted, as everyone said the same thing after him.
"We'll see you soon." Everyone shouted, happily.
"And that's literally." Damien said, before hanging up.
What did they mean by that's literal? I thought, continuing to watch America's Next Top Model reruns on Oxygen. I was just going to ignore it and continue to enjoy my summer. One more year of college left. Thank goodness!
The following morning, I woke up in one of Grandma's guest rooms. Well, technically it was the room she made for me whenever I visited her. As I dragged myself out of bed, I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I had another boxing class in an hour and a half.
"I'm leaving Grandma." I told her, sliding into my potato shoes.
"Be safe, sweetheart." Grandma told me, as she continued to wash the dishes. I climbed into my comfy little car and pulled out of the driveway. Wow, I'm suddenly hungry.
Before I went to my boxing class, I stopped by the Starbucks in Utica Square. I got a low-fat decaf latte and so I wasn't tempted to buy a cookie, I chewed on some gum I had. As I found a seat near the window, I saw something really familiar sitting diagonal from me. I recognized that hair. It was long and a fresh color of auburn.
Was that.......Neferet?
As the person turned around to me, I stared into the mossy green eyes I had seen before. It was indeed Neferet.
"Zoey." she whispered, still staring in my direction.
"Neferet." I muttered, as she walked over to where I was sitting. I didn't believe it. I thought that she vanished after the war.
"It's been a while." She said, kindly, "I've been meaning to talk to you."
"About what?" I asked, sipping my latte.
"It has do with you. I wanted to inform you that I've resigned from High Priestess of the House of Night." Neferet replied, looking down at the table. I noticed that she was wearing a bright green dress. She had lost her glow since the war. She looked tired, depressed, and really pale.
"Go on," I muttered, probably guessing what would be next.
"The Goddess Nyx, has chosen you to take my place as High Priestess of the House of Night." Neferet added, sounding strong. I had almost spit out my coffee.
"What?" I asked, almost choking.
"Nyx has chosen you to be High Priestess of the House of Night," Neferet repeated, as I noticed I was hyperventilating. What's happening to the world? I mean, yeah, when I went to the House of Night (or vampyre finishing school) I was considered the "special" fledgling. No one but me in history had their Mark filled in or have their tatoos come so quickly.
"Neferet, I'm flattered that you want me to take your place, but......," I started to say, as she interrupted me.
"You doubt that you have the ability to be the leader of an entire school and you're afraid to see your friends after five years." Neferet finished, plainly.
"I would ask how you knew, but then again, it's pretty obvious." I said, sighing, "I really don't think I can go back. I mean, that means I'd have to drop out of college after my parents saved a lot of money for me to go, and plus this is my last year before I get my bachelor's degree."
"If it makes you feel better, Zoey, I can loan you some money for college." Neferet told me, smiling.
"What's the catch?" I asked, knowing well she would not just loan me the money. There had to be something in it for her. Then I sighed and rolled my eyes, "I'll think about it."
"I'll give you three days. Here's my number." Neferet replied, handing me a piece of paper with her number on it, "We'll meet again, Zoeybird."
Now, it was about five in the afternoon. It was still a little bright outside, once I got home from boxing class. As I was walking up the steps that lead to my Grandma's front door, I looked through the window and saw someone who I hadn't seen. Those same gorgeous blue eyes that haunted me. It was Erik! Oh crap! A huge knot in my stomache started coming on as I stared at him through the window. Then a few seconds later, his eyes met with mine for a moment. I dropped my bag on the step and dashed straight out to the lavender field. I didn't turn back either. I just continued to run until I saw the stalks of lavender waving with the wind.
As I sat down on the cool grass, my thoughts began to wander. I didn't know why he was here, what he wanted with me, and why wasn't he avoiding me as I was clearly avoiding him. Like always, Nala followed me, again.
"Why is he here, Nala? Why me?" I asked, as I stroked her warm belly. Several seconds later, I heard someone calling me. It was Grandma and Erik.
"Zoey, dear, where are you?" Grandma asked, as I quickly crawled into the stalks of lavender, "You have a visitor."
"It's okay, Mrs. Redbird, I'll find her." Erik told her, patting her shoulder, "Zoey, please come out. I need to talk to you."
Uhh, that was the point of me hiding, I didn't want to talk to him. Nala jumped out of my lap after getting irritated and meowed really loud.
"Nala, bad girl." I whispered, as she crawled out of the lavender and ran up to Erik.
"Hey, pretty girl. I guess since you're out here, Zoey shouldn't be too far." Erik said, picking up Nala. Wow, that was first. Nala likes Erik. I guess his attraction affects animals too. Noticing he was getting closer, I crawled further into the lavender field.
"Fine. Look, Zoey, it's been five years. I'm tired of not being able to talk to you. I wouldn't have came all the way here from New York if I didn't care." Erik called out, sighing.
Had he just said he came all the way from New York? That was a really long way from here. Hesistantly, I got up from the field, noticing that I was a little taller than the lavender plants. I just stared at him for a little bit. He was the same old Erik from five years ago. Same gorgeous hair and eyes, same muscular body, and the same person I fell in love with.
Then I thought of myself. I changed a little bit. I cut my hair. I had side swept bangs that covered my filled in Mark, and my hair was in layers. The back was the shortest and got longer as it moved towards the front. It was one of those Dora the explorer hair cut except it was with a kick. I lost weight a little from exercising. And that was about it.
"Hi, Erik." I managed to say, quietly, rubbing my left arm. It was one of the many places that my tatoos had spread.
"Hi, Zoey." Erik smiled, cheerfully, "So umm, I wanted to talk to you."
"Okay, speak." I replied, sitting down on the grass. After a moment of feeling awkward, he did the same.
"I wanted to work things out between us from what happened five years ago." Erik explained, sincerely, "I'm really sorry that I called you a slut and embarassed you in front of the class, and what not."
"Thank you, but, it's really me who did all the damage. I never meant to hurt you, Erik. I was just fooled, and I didn't trust you when you told me Loren was using me. You were right. At the time, it was Neferet who told him to sleep with me. Then I caught them sleeping with each other. I guess now, I learned that in order for a relationship to last, there has to be trust. I realized I never had the time to build it with you though." I explained, almost on the verge of tears, "I'm so sorry I neglected you like I did. If I hadn't, we wouldn't have been going through this."
Before I knew it, we both gave each other a hug. It was nice to be in his embrace again. He smiled down at me, "This is the happiest I've felt in five years."
"This doesn't mean we're back together, though." I whispered, sadly.
"What do you mean?" He asked, obviously not understanding me.
"I mean, I still think we need our space. We can't just jump into being with each other again. That's what happened last time." I explained, holding his hand, "I just want to think this through all the way now that we've forgiven each other. We should just start off as friends first."
"Okay, I can live with that. My heart is still your's, Zoey." Erik replied, kissing me hand, "Anyway, I heard Neferet wants you to replace her as High Priestess."
"Yeah, I'm not too thrilled." I told him, sighing. I had only two days to tell Neferet whether or not I'd take her place as High Priestess. I hadn't really thought about it to be honest. I wasn't ready to come back to the House of Night just yet. I mean, what if Neferet was making this up? I really didn't trust her that much after the war ended. I had to look within myself and trust that Nyx has gifted me to be Neferet's successor.
"Why? You'd make a great High Priestess. Any House of Night would be lucky to have you." Erik said, smiling.
"I'm flattered you think so, but I just don't know. I'm not ready to go back that much and I don't think I can do it." I whispered, hugging my knees, "I mean, I was the leader of the Dark Daughters and Sons, but that's just between fledglings. High Priestess is a completely different story."
"Come on, Z. If you keep thinking like that, then no one will take you seriously." Erik responded, trying to cheer me up.
"Okay, but I still need to think about this. It's getting late." I managed to say, out of nowhere.
"It's only six thirty." He replied, making me blush.
"Well, umm....., I watch Dr. Phil at six thirty." I argued, twitching my eyes.
"You are the worst liar." He laughed, slipping his phone back in his pocket.
"I'm not lying. Dr. Phil is on and I'm going to miss the drama if you keep bugging me." I spat, trying to slowly scoot away. A few more inches and I could possibly run.
"Come on, don't make me tell your Grandma." Erik teased, still grinning.
"Oh yeah, like my Grandma is going to make me let you stay over." I laughed, feeling a presence behind, "And she's right behind me, isn't she?"
He just sat there and laughed as I turned to my Grandma, "Heya, Grandma."
"Zoey, I know I've taught you better than that. You treat your guests with respect." Grandma told me, sounding parental.
"He's not a guest, he's just Erik." I argued, gapping at her. How was she siding with Erik? What's the world coming to?
"Well, under my roof he's a guest. You can stay as long as you'd like dear." Grandma said, ignoring that I still had my mouth wide open. I did not believe what was happening.
"Grandma!" I whined, covering my face with my right hand.
"Thank you, Mrs. Redbird." Erik replied, smirking at me, "But I honestly have to get going."
"See he has to get going." I echoed, smiling at my Grandma
"Well, dinner's almost done, Zoey." Grandma added, before leaving.
"I guess, I'll see you around." I told him, walking him back into the house, "You need a ride?"
"Oh, no, I got a new car." He told me, nodding at the new shiny, black Mazda sitting out front.
"Well, see you later." I told him, as he walked off to his car. Once I got back into the house I saw Grandma getting ready to set the table.
"What was the point of that conversation?" I asked her, sitting down at the kitchen table.
"Zoey dear, I was just joking, but I'm also trying to help you. You should have seen the poor boy when he stopped by. He was so sad and upset over you. He doesn't want me to tell you this, but he still loves you and he misses you terribly." Grandma explained, washing her hands.
"Did he really say that?" I asked, feeling sort of bad. I hadn't meant for him to come all the way from New York just to see me, the cheater. I felt so bad. He still cared about me really bad. I really don't deserve him to be honest.
"Yes, he did. While you were gone this afternoon, he told me what happened five years ago that caused you two to break up." Grandma told me, sitting down at the table.
"I know. That was the most terrible mistake of my life." I said, sadly, "I wish it never happened. I hurt him so bad."
"Well, now you have a chance to make things right, don't you?" She asked me, patting my hand.
"I'll try my best. We're starting off as friends." I told her, giving her a big hug, "So, can I have a popscicle?"
"Not before dinner." Grandma laughed, patting my shoulder. She has no idea how much she means to me.
About a week later, I decided to call Neferet and tell her that I'd accept her offer. I know she said three days, but she knew me enough to know that I lose track of time. Picking up my phone, I dialed her number and waited.
"Hello, this is Neferet." she said, sweetly. Figures.
"Hey, it's Zoey. Umm, I know it's a little late but, I've decided that I wanted to take you offer." I replied, walking around my room. Nala nudged her head on my legs to know that she wanted me to pick her up.
"Oh that's great, Zoey! The Goddess thanks you!" Neferet exclaimed, sounding really happy, "Have you got a way here?"
"Oh yeah, I can drive there." I told her, as I lied back on my bed.
"Great. I'll see you later then." She muttered, before hanging up.
"Look's like we have some packing to do, Nala." I said, scratching behind her ears.
The following night, I got up at about 5 o' clock that evening so that I could be awake and arrive at the House of Night before classes started, hopefully.
"Oh, you're awake, sweetheart. Are you ready to go?" Grandma asked, plainly. I could tell that she was a little sad that I was leaving. I hated leaving my Grandma. I knew she was a strong woman but I hated leaving her alone.
"I'll miss you, Grandma. I promise I'll come visit when I can." I told her, trying not to cry.
"I'll do the same. Be safe." She told me, kissing my forehead, "I love you."
"Love you too." I said, before closing the door. After tossing my normal lime green suitcase (and some boxes) into my trunk, I started my car and headed back to what used to be a hell hole for me. I felt a mixture of emotions as I started driving into the city. I was nervous about seeing my friends after five years, not having a clue as how they would feel when they saw me. I was very nervous and wary of being around Erik. I mean, he was probably still the drama teacher and I'd most likely see him everyday.
As I knew I was approaching the House of Night, I started feeling really nauseous. As soon as I parked my car, there were two vampyres in black suits waiting by my car.
"Hello, Priestess." One of them bowed, doing the tradition bow, "We're here to escort you and your belongings into the building."
"Thank you." I replied, following them into the place that had sort of been my home. A little weird, but still my first home.
"Zoey, you made it." Neferet greeted, pulling me into a warm hug. I took the hug politely but I still did not trust her. I don't think after all everyone has been through with her, that they'd ever trust her.
"Yes, I did." I replied, following her into the school. Still the same old place. The halls were vacant but only for a little while, since class were about to start in an hour.
"Now, I must explain to you, that as part of your job as High Priestess is that you must always be active. Aside from being a mentor, you have to be like a parent for the children here. You have to be like a person they can go to for any help they may need." Neferet explained, as I saw kids start to run and walk down the hallway's.
Unfortunately for me, everyone was staring at me and whispering, "Is that Neferet's replacement?" and "Isn't she that Zoey girl?" Man I hated that. As Neferet was explaining thing's I already knew, she took my by the gymnasium.
"Now, there's a special surprise I have for you." Neferet told me, taking me into the gymnasium. There were two people in fencing uniforms who were going at it like I'd never seen. One was bouncing of the wall and the other was doing matrix poses away from their opponents foils (no it's not called a sword).
"Umm, excuse me, I need the instructor, please." Neferet said, as the person on the right headed to the locker room. The person on the left took their mask off and I instantly recognized them.
"Oh my Goddess, Zoey?" Damien asked, smiling. He ran up to me and hugged me super tight, "It's so good to see you, honey."
"I missed you so bad." I told him, as he pecked me cheek.
"He's not the only one." Neferet told me, motioning for a few other people to come in.
"Oh my-" one recognizable voice said, pausing.
"Goddess! It's Zoey!" Erin squealed, as she and Shaunee, her technically Twin ran up to me and smashed me into a hug.
"Zoey, it's really you!" an Okie voice called, coming from wherever Erin and Shaunee had came from.
"Stevie Rae!" I shouted, as we both hugged, "Oh my gosh, I missed you."
"Me too." She said, smiling. I remembered those cute little blonde curls anywhere.
"You made it." A familiar, but sexy, deep voice said, as everyone started "Mhmmmm"-ing me. It was none other than Erik.
"Go on and get your man, girl." Shaunee whispered, smirking.
"Guys, stop." I whispered, as they kept trying to shove me towards him.
"Could you show her to her loft?" Neferet asked, politely.
"Sure." Erik replied, grasping my hand, "Come, my dear."
"Ooooohhhh!" Everyone was giggling at me.
"Go get your man, honey!" Erin shouted, before Erik and I disappeared.
As we started walking, I felt incredibly nervous. I mean, yeah, kids were in classes right now, but still, I didn't trust to be around Erik. He made my emotions of pleasure heighten. I know we agreed to be friends, but I still couldn't help myself. Then again, I felt guilty for feeling the way I did. Gosh, I had problems.
Well, I could honestly say that the Priestess' loft was fan-freaking-tastic! It was painted multiple shades of purple and outside there was a balcony on one side and on the other was a patio with a in ground pool. Now I know what they meant by Priestess loft. I'd have a blast in the comfort of my own home. After ascending ten billion stairs, we finally arrived to a room with two lavender double doors.
"Here's your room.....," Erik whispered, leaning in and kissing where my shoulder and neck met.
"Erik......please," I muttered, as I tried to leave, but he pinned me against the wall.
"I know you want it, Z." He whispered, burying his face in my neck and lightly nipping at it.
"No, Erik, stop it!" I yelled, accidently kicking him in his crotch area. In an instance, he collapsed onto the soft carpet. Oh. Crap. I hadn't meant to do that......it's just that I didn't want to do that with him, and we just agreed about a week ago that we were going to start slow and be friends.
"Hey, Zoey, I was wondering.....oh crap, what did you do?" Stevie Rae asked, running up the stairs.
"I accidently kicked Erik in the balls and then he just fell." I told her, sadly.
"Well, what drove you to that?" Stevie Rae asked, as she helped me drag him to the couch.
"He was trying to nail me!" I blurted, almost dropping him.
"No wonder he was getting all romantic with you." Stevie Rae said, as we finally hauled him onto the couch, "Goodness, he's heavy."
"Tell me about it." I replied, as we both sat in the loveseats on the opposite sides of the couch and coffee table in the middle.
"Hey, while we're in here, let's look around." Stevie Rae suggested, as we both went to the small kitchen. It had black marble counters and an island stove along with a sink. There was huge refridgerator with the fancy second freezer drawer.
"Sweet, they got me some brown pop." I said, looking at all the food, "Wow. Yogurt, cake, orange juice....oooh! Fancy whine."
"That you can share with your man." Stevie Rae chimed in, looking through the freezer, "They have a effing crap load of ice cream in here. You even have shrimp in here."
"From what I've learned being here, they hook you up with the best food. And he's not my man." I replied, looking through the cabinets.
Some were full of an assortment of pasta, soups, crackers (low fat of course), and my favorite chocolate in the world. Ghiradelli chocolate was the best, but expensive chocolate ever and was my number one guilty pleasure.
"Let's have ice cream and watch movies." Stevie Rae said, cheerfully. That was thing about her that would never change. I hoped it wouldn't either. As I made us both bowls of low-fat and low-sugar ice cream, I felt kind of bad that I kicked Erik in the balls. I really hadn't mean to I just wanted him to stop trying to have sex with me.
"So, what've you been up to?" Stevie Rae asked, digging into her ice cream.
"Oh nothing much, just college. Trying to make a living." I told her, plainly. My life wasn't all too exciting. I just did what normal women in their twenties did. Go to college and try to be successful. I wasn't like those skanky girls who went to parties and got laid by different guys.
"That's great. I've been working here obviously." She said, wiping excess ice cream off her face, "I'm teaching Spanish 101."
"What happened to Tae Kwon Do?" I asked, curiously. She used to love that class.
"I fractured something in my leg and my doctor said it's not good to mess with it." Stevie Rae told me, shrugging, "Anyway, Damien teaches Fencing, Erin teaches Lit. 101, Shaunee teaches Vamp. Sociology 101 and 415, Jack teaches Sketching 101, and Erik teaches Poetry and Drama."
"What about Intro to Equestrian Studies?" I questioned, again. Gosh, I could ask a lot of questions.
"Neferet wanted to save that class for you to teach, since she knew you liked it so much." Stevie Rae told me, smiling.
"Wow, that was really nice of her. Anyway, I'd thought Erik wouldn't want to teach poetry since "it" used to teach that class." I said, shivering at the time.
Since I found out that Loren hadn't really had mutual feelings for me, I called him "it" because, one, I hated him after what he did to me, and two, I still hate him!
"I don't know. If he ever wakes up, he can tell ya about it." Stevie Rae mumbled, looking at Erik lying on the dark purple couch, "Do you think he'll get up?"
"I'm sure he'll be fine. He's sleep." I replied, feeling his pulse on his neck.
So umm, yeah, this pretty much sucked butt. The next chapter will be better, promise!