"Who the hell is Don Quicks-oat?"
This brilliant question comes from none other than the school asshole, Dave Parks. He's everything you'd expect the school asshole to be; big, mean, and dumb. He also happens to be dating my sister, Bela, which fucking sucks. Seriously. I don't know what she sees in him. Bela's gorgeous (And I mean that in a completely non incestuous way.), not to mention smart and like, the nicest person ever, and she could have any guy she wanted, yet she goes for a jerk like him. Some things just make no sense to me.
So anyway, while our English teacher, Mr. Brooks, explains that it's Don Key-hoe-tay, why don't I take the opportunity to properly introduce myself?
My name is Lars van Houten. Born in the Netherlands, but currently living in Hoboken, New Jersey. I live with my mother, my aforementioned sister, and my brother. I'm openly gay and if you've got a problem with that, you may want to stop reading this. My life mainly consists of being called a fag by Dave Parks and Co. (I fail to see how I'm a cigarette.), and oh yeah, drinking people's blood.
By now, you obviously know that I'm a vampire. Yes, you read that correctly. And no, when I'm in the sun, I do not fucking sparkle. Nor do I catch on fire, turn to ash, or whatever else you see in the movies. The actual reason why the sun bothers us is our eyes. You see, since vampires primarily hunt at night, our eyes are made to see better in the dark, and are very sensitive to light. All that means for me is that sometimes I have to wear sunglasses when it's really bright outside.
I don't really want much from life. You know, just what everyone wants. Good education, well paying job, husband, all that boring shit. But mainly, I want to not be discovered.
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Today is a Friday, which I'm very grateful for. The minute the last bell rings, I'm out of the classroom and rushing to my locker. I pass Dave, but Bela's with him, and he doesn't dare do or say anything unkind to me when she's around.
When I get to my locker, I stuff my things into my bag and head out to my car, which my best and only friend, Katyusha, is leaning on.
"Drive a girl home?" she asks.
"Yeah, get in." I say as I open my door.
She thanks me, and as I drive, we chat about things not important enough to repeat. But then, Katyusha says, "So, today in study hall I was talking to Alison Jones. We had a really nice chat."
"Since when were you guys friends?" I question, puzzled.
"Oh, we're really not, but still. Anyway, she was telling me that this guy she's dating right now is in a band. They've got a gig tonight at the Rose and Thorn. She told me I should come."
The Rose and Thorn was a semi-shitty bar in New York City that Katyusha and I had spent many a Friday night at, thanks to the fake Ids that she and I had gotten about a year ago. We never went there to drink, because it was just something that neither of us did very often. No, we went to the Rose and Thorn because every Friday night a few bands that the owner had booked would play. Most of the time, they sucked, but it was still fun.
"Is this your way of saying you want to go?"
"Yeah. You coming?"
"I don't know." Usually, I'd say yes, but Alison kind of annoys me, and I know that if I go, I'll end up talking to her.
"Alison also said that she's bringing her twin brother. He just moved here to live with their mom. I think she mentioned that he's in our year too."
"And I care because…?"
"Because he's gay, and if he looks like Alison, he'll probably be cute."
God damn her and her evil ways.
"Fine, I'll go. But you're driving."
Author's note: Pretty boring chapter, I know. This was kind of just so you guys get to know Lars. But the next chapter will be more interesting. (Matthew makes his first appearance.) So, bye for now, and don't forget to leave me a review!