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Chapter 2
As Amy walked to her next class she was fully aware of the staring, laughing, and pointing in her direction.
By third period the whole student body knew about what had happened, and to make matters worse, she had lost her report for her English class. Mrs. Helmine had given them an assignment on orientation day (two weeks before) to write a 3 page essay on what they had done over the summer.
Now Amy, the only AP recommended student in the entire class, didn't have her report.
This is the beginning of the end, Any thought dramatically as she waited for her class to start.
First I fall on my ass in front of the entire student body, and now I'm going to get my first F. I'm officially a juvenile delinquent.
As she waited for her teacher, daydreaming about dying a frantic death that would leave everyone feeling awful for making fun of her, the seat right next to hers rustled around, drawing her attention.
Lo and behold, Mark sat. Ugh, he never gives up, does he? Amy though to herself. She sat patiently, eyes averted from the boy next to her, hoping he wouldn't try or say anything. To her utter astonishment, he didn't.
Amy knew something was up. The boy who had tried and failed to get into her pants for the past year was ignoring her? Maybe he had heard the embarrassing new about her and decided to leave her alone for good… ouch! She thought.
I must have hit rock bottom if Mark Turners ignoring me…
She clicked her pen a few times, trying to feel anything besides awkward, and failing.
What am I talking about? Of course I'm happy he's not bothering me. But truthfully, she didn't really know if she was or not. Amy didn't like Mark or enjoy his attentions, but she didn't like the suspicious feeling she was getting. Mark may have been a tool, but he wasn't mean. He wouldn't have been ignoring her for something so stupid.
Class had started and just as she feared, Mrs. Helmine said that she would take the papers up at the end of class, and it appeared as though, surprisingly, everyone had done it. Even the kids who never did their work in previous years had completed it.
Well shit. She thought to herself.
When Amy was finished with the work they'd been given, after a very long lecture, she put her head down to try and figure out what she was going to do.
I swear I did my paper! I just misplaced it. I'm really a very good student and I've never done anything like this before! Amy sighed, she knew Mrs. Helmine, who had a reputation for being very strict, would never believe her.
About fifteen minutes has passed when she heard the teacher's high, squeaky voice. "Alright class, pass up your papers. I hope everyone got them done." She gave a corny smile then added, "Actually, the first person in every row put them on my desk. I forgot I still need to take attendance."
Mrs. Helmine hurried to her computer, Amy realized she wasn't going to get a chance to explain her lack of paper, which was fine with Amy. I would rather just get an F and be done with it.
But, of course, it wasn't to be.
"Hey Amy, I have something that belongs to you…" Amy pulled her head and stared at Mark, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "What is it, Mark?"
"Oh, nothing of significance, just your orientation essay for the class." Amy's eyes widened.
"Give it to me, now. I need it or I'm going to get an F." Mark smiled happily. "So, you'd do anything right now to have it back?"
Oh, crap. He's going to play this game. She thought frustrated.
"What do you want, Mark?" He flashed a brilliant smile. "Aw, it's nothing big. But if you want this back, you're going to have to earn it..." He trailed off. Amy closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "What could you possibly want?"
His smile turned into a crooked grin and he waved her paper in her face. She went to snatch it, but he was fast and moved it out of the way. "Just give it to me, Mark!"
As soon as the words left her mouth Amy realized what it sounded like and started to blush. Instantly, Marks laugh boomed throughout the room, attracting most everyone's attention.
"Listen, I just want a date, okay? We'll get dressed up and I'll pick you up in my car. Hell, I'll even meet your parents. And we'll have a night you'll never forget. Otherwise you're not getting your paper back."
Amy muttered an expletive. She should have seen this coming, but she really did need the paper back, and what was one date? It never had to happen again, and maybe he'd leave her alone afterwards.
Amy thought about it for a second, "this is our first and last, and I'm only doing it to get my paper back…" she trailed off. Mark grinned Victoriously. "Well, after the first you'll want a second, but I'll let you decide when that happens."
Amy snorted, that's what you think.
"Whatever," she replied sharply. "Okay then, I'll pick you up at eight tonight. Wear something pretty for me." Amy rolled her eyes. "You're a pig," and with that, she snatched her paper back, placed it on the teachers desk, and strode out of the room.
xxxxx
"You agreed to what?!" screeched Molly in the middle of the school yard. "Shh, Molly, you can't tell anyone. I don't want people to find out," Amy muttered uncomfortably. Molly tapped her shoulder and pointed behind her, "it's a little too late for that, I think."
Amy slowly turned around to see Mark, standing with a group of popular jocks, and he appeared to be bragging.
Amy pursed her lips and made her way over to them.
"...So, then, she says, 'please Mark, just go on a date with me. I've always really liked you and I think we can have fun together.' It was honestly so pathetic, but I felt bad for the girl. So this Friday night I'll take her for a test drive." As Mark spoke, the people around him laughed and slapped his shoulders.
Amy saw red.
That was low, even for Mark. He had never truly been mean to Amy really, just obnoxious. She was surprised to find that it hurt that Mark would be so hateful.
She marched straight for them and Mark spotted her. "Speak of the devil! Hey, babe." He flashed a perfect white smile, and Amy heard whispers and snickers permeate through the crowd as she approached. When she was within spitting distance of him, she did the only thing she could think to do. Or maybe that was the problem, she was so infuriated she wasn't thinking.
Amy pulled back her first, exactly like she'd seen in countless movies, and punched him directly in the face. Or, the jaw, more precisely. It was a good punch, solidly connecting with his face, but Amy was several inches shorter, and quite a few pounds lighter than him. Marks head knocked back and he stumbled, but held his ground. The people around them burst into outrageous fits of laughter. Amy might have been proud, had she not already felt the effects of her punch.
It started in her knuckles and fingers, the tingling numbness that ruminates through the nerves and throbs horribly. Her wrist came next. Aching, badly. Still, she kept the pain from marring her features.
"What the fuck was that?" Mark yelled in her face. Her face remained impassive. "That was for being a complete disappointment as a human being, Mark. I always knew you were relentlessly annoying, but I never thought you were a bad guy. Thanks for proving me wrong." His face went solemn and he turned away; thoroughly humiliated and shamed.
Amy could feel the choking in her throat. A ball of knots waiting to burst. She quickly turned and walked away, the crowd still laughing and jeering at Mark. She didn't like being mean, and she had certainly never hit anyone before. While it felt good for a moment to let go, she was filled with guilt.
Damn my bleeding heart and pacifistic ways! Amy thought with dramatic intensity, making her smirk at her own ironic sense of humor. God, I'm so freaking crazy.
xxxxx
Everyone for the rest of the day was talking about what had happened.
"Oh my gosh, did you hear about that girl that punched Mark turner in the face? What's her name? Annie?"
"Who the hell does she think she is? Mark is so hot. She's a loser, how on earth does she even think that's okay?"
"What's her name, again?" "I told you, it's Andy!"
"He deserved it. I'd love to meet this girl."
And the worst of it was that Jace Redfern was thinking about it, and now he had her name, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. He wasn't surprised to find he was attracted to her, but he had this odd feeling about 'Amy.' Like someone drew a line in dirt and one side read comfortable and the other uncomfortable, and Jace was standing with one foot on either side.
Well, whatever it is, it doesn't matter. I just can't believe she really punched him. Damn, Turner is a douche, but still. Damn. And whatever the hell happened earlier with her can only be explained by my lack of blood for the last few days. Fuck, I should switch to AB positive.
xxxxx
That day at lunch Jace and his friends were sitting outside casually chatting. They were barely touching their food, but taking a bite every now and then to keep up appearances and mentally communicating which girls' blood would taste best.
Annabelle Smythe. That babe is mouthwatering. Jarret licked his lips to display just how mouthwatering he thought she was.
Katelyn Bronwyn all the way. She's got a couple of proteins I know I'd like to try. The guys chucked at Braydons pathetic joke, but knew exactly what he was talking about.
Corsica Jones takes it for me. Damn, and she likes Lord of the Rings. The guys also laughed and chose to ignore The last comment. The nerdier they were, the more Hugh liked them.
I'd love to sink my teeth into Molly, fucking, Hastings. I know that tiny girls packing something heady. This from Denver, who received odd looks from his friends.
"Dude, she's not even human. She's a witch, and a freaking bitch at that." Jarret said aloud, Hugh and Braydon nodding in agreement with amused mixed with confused looks of their face. Jace remained quiet, sneaking a sly look at his best friend. Denver had had a thing for Molly since the 7th grade when she had poured milk on his head for calling her 'bitchy-witchy.' But Jace kept his mouth shut.
"C'mon, witch or not, you gotta admit her blood smells fantastic." Jace didn't miss Denvers pathetic attempt to draw attention away from his odd comment. He left it alone, for now.
During the entire conversation Jace had stayed suspiciously quiet, and the guys had noticed. "What about you, man? You got the luck of the draw. Who would you pick?" Jarret asked with an amused expression on his face.
"I'm not sure. All these girls and only one year left of high school. What about that one girl who punched Turner in the face? Amy, was her name?"
You freaking idiot, Jace thought to himself. You do not actually mention the girl you keep thinking about. You name a random girl with a sizable rack. And you definitely don't remember her name if you talk about her.
Thankfully, none of his friends noticed his internal battle or that anything was out of the ordinary.
"Oh yeah, Amy parlor, right? I had chemistry with her last year. Smart, pretty, and those legs, dear god. You could definitely do worse. Watch out for that punch, though." Hugh was pretty blasé with his comment, but Jace still didn't like his tone. Especially the legs comment.
"Oh look," Braydon said with half a chewed fry in his mouth. "There she is now! You should take her out. Then come back and tell us what's good with the red juice, and if those legs are really as long as they seem."
Jace looked over to see Amy Parlor walking with Molly Hastings through the courtyard. The opportunity had presented itself, it hadn't even been his idea to ask her out, so now he had an excuse to. But he hesitated.
There was a connection between them, even if they hadn't spoken ever. It was there, it was undeniable, and he'd have to be an idiot to think it could be played around with and then discarded. And Jace wasn't an idiot.
Still, he couldn't help it. He wanted to at least hear her voice, just once. He didn't even need to ask her out, just a quick 'hey,' maybe a rouge wink, and onto the vending machine.
"Unless you think she'll say no? Or maybe she'll give you a nice sock to the face." Braydon broke the silence, initiating a challenge, one that Jace couldn't possibly overlook now, even if he wanted to.
"Oh, I'll ask her out," he replied, rising to the challenge. "And I'm sure she'll reward me with something a little more intimate than a fist." His friends all vocally encouraged him and slapped his back as he rose from the bench.
He was nervous for the first time since his first time. His palms were sweaty, but he completely ignored that. He steadied his breath on the way over, ran a hand through his smooth hair, and plastered a charismatic grin on his face. He was only a few steps away when she turned and looked directly at him. They were like a punch to the gut, those chocolate brown eyes, but he remained collected and charming as ever on the outside.
"Hey, it's Amy, right?"
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Olivia
