The final bell has rung and I just grabbed the last of my stuff from my locker, as someone slammed my locker shut. I looked up to see Demetri's dark blue eyes glaring back at me and he didn't look too happy. Like I actually care.
"That was a nice trick you pulled back there." he glowered.
"What trick?" I asked innocently.
"The distract everyone, while I walk away trick." he responded.
"I didn't distract anyone," I mumbled as zipped up my back pack. "Just Sylvia."
I didn't say it very loud so I was quite surprised when he responded.
"Distracting Sylvia is like distracting everyone. That girl is way too energetic for her own good." he snarled.
My hands went into fist as my protective side won out. No one talks badly about my friends.
"And Sylvia is my best friend, so I suggest you watch what you say." I growled.
He smirked before replying, "And she is my girlfriend, so I can say whatever I want."
Hmmm, Sylvia and Jeremy are together? Huh. Well it makes sense. Two unfaithful people together is just perfect. They totally deserve each other.
I smirked back at him before walking away and calling over my shoulder, "Good luck with that."
"I hope you don't mind," He called back to my retreating form "I have some tricks of my own."
I just rolled my eyes and ignored him, as I exited the school. What did he mean he had his own tricks?
I didn't understand until I walked outside and saw Aaron's truck. I dropped my back pack in surprise, as I stared at the truck hidden under all kinds of colorful sticky notes. Not one spot even dared to be bare.
Everyone stared in silence. It was silent as a grave and trust me, I know how quite that is.
"Whoever did this to my mother bleeping car, is going to bleeping die!" Aaron yelled. Only he did NOT say bleep.
Everybody started looking uncomfortable, not knowing what to do or say.
"Isabella," Paul snapped and I flinched," do you know who did this?"
" I...I..." I stuttered.
"Isn't it obvious? She did it." Demetri said, leaning against the school, smirking. "And she did a wonderful, beautiful job. Quite the little artist, isn't she?"
"I didn't..." I started.
"Don't deny it, sweet cheeks, it's beautiful. What gave you this idea?" he grinned.
"But I..." I started again.
"The real question is, how did you do it in so little of time? Did you skip class?" he interrupted.
"No," I started again. "No, I didn't..."
"Then how did you..." he started.
"Would you shut up and let me finish, you freaking little liar!" I growled. "I didn't do it! You did!"
Everyone started whispering at once, "She said freaking." "I thought she'd burst into flames." "Wow, she's pissed."
"Oh so, I'm a liar now?" Demetri said pretending to be offended.
Oh that did it. I was pissed and I knew better than to express my anger with my fists. Sam taught me not to a long time ago by making me write a letter to the girl I punched and then let her punch me in return. Sure, He cuddled me afterwards and it really didn't hurt, but I was so humiliated that I never did it again.
No instead, I cried.
Tears poured down my face and everyone glared at Demetri. A couple of football players, that were friends with Sam, took a step toward him threateningly.
"Come on, Izzy, let's get you home." Paul said pulling me to his colorful sticky noted truck.
"But... but... I don't want to get in a clown car." I sobbed, too frustrated and angry to say anything intelligent.
Paul laughed, "We'll get it cleaned up later, baby. Let's just get you home. Death will miss you if you're late."
"I don't want to see Death, can we kill him instead?" I mumbled.
"No, you can't kill Death, what would Sam say to that?" Paul said helping me in the car.
I buckled my seatbelt and thought about it, "He'd make me throw a fake funeral for the stupid cat and probably would make me volunteer at the animal shelter for a while..."
I sobbed, "I miss him."
"Shhh, I know. Let's just get you home." he said starting up his clown car and I fell asleep, before we started moving.
*Demetri's point of view*
I saw her anger flare as I faked being offended. I smirked, thinking she would throw a punch or something at me in anger. But oh no. Nope, she couldn't do the expected. That would be too easy.
No, instead she surprised me with tears. God, this girl was so different. She always surprised me, and I couldn't help, but soften at her tears. Apparently, her tears affected everyone, because a couple guys stepped forward menacingly, looking utterly pissed and ready to defend the little girl.
Paul was walking away with her and I heard her sob about not wanting to be in a clown car. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Way to be blunt, Iz. Then I heard her say something about wanting to kill Death. Who the hell is Death?
"Her cat." Sam responded.
Oh that's right! Forgot to mention, vampire's have these tricky little abilities that can make them even more badass. I have two: the power to track anything or anyone that I would like to find, and being able to talk and see the undead.
And guess who just so happens likes to follow me around all day. He showed up after I dropped Iz off at her house from the bonfire. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy and could be an advantage to getting Iz into bed with me, but seriously, the guy needs to know how to chill out and quit being such a god damn goody- goody.
"You pissed her off you know." he said. "The girl has enough problems as it is. She doesn't need you adding more stress."
I got in my own car and started driving away. But Sam stayed in the passenger seat. "Sam, shut up! The girl needs some fun in her life and some frustration. You shelter her too much."
"No I don't! I..." he started to defend himself, but I cut him off.
"Oh really? Then why didn't she try to murder me with her fists just now?"
"Because, I taught her not to. It's not very lady..."
I cut him off again, "So, you get my point."
"You know you are really irritating." Sam growled and my car stalled.
I slammed my fist on the wheel, "What did I say about messing with my car?!"
"I'll turn it back on if you promise to go and apologize to her." he said, crossing his arms.
See what I mean, too goody- goody. I slammed my head on my wheel a couple times before throwing my hands up exasperated "Fine. Fine I will."
My car started again and he gave me directions to her house. It was literally out in the middle of nowhere, completely surrounded by wheat fields. I pulled up to the rusted iron gate and see two signs staked into the ground next to in.
One of them said 'Death for sale! He's free' and I couldn't help but chuckle at the little girl's antics. But then my attention was moved to the 'Help Wanted' sign there as well. I smirked devilishly.
"Don't even think about it" Sam growled.
"Oh, why not?" I teased, "Afraid I'll be better at your old job than you?"
"No, I don't want you around Iz more than u have to be. You have to gain my trust for you to be with her, and so far making her cry and making her get smashed face drunk does not help me trust you anymore." he said.
You see, he has this crazy idea that I'm in love with little Miss Iz, but seriously I'm in love with the idea of her in my bed, screaming my name. Nothing more.
He says he wants to see her move on and fall in love again and he could help me with that, but his ideas of helping is just not my style.
I pulled in her driveway and cut the engine and I look over and see exactly who I want to see.
I got out of the car and walked to this guy, who I'm guessing is Iz's dad. He was a plump grizzly of a man. He had a dark mustache and chocolate brown eyes that matched Iz, but I knew they weren't truly related. Sam already told me Iz was adopted. He wore a plaid shirt and dark brown cowboy boots under his Levi jeans.
"No! Don't!" Sam said, stepping in front of me, but I just walked through him, suppressing a shudder. Going through ghosts is like going through a tunnel with a thousand spider webs. I walked straight up to the old geezer and stuck my hand out for him to shake.
"Hey, I am Demetri." I stated proudly, something a man would appreciate." I've seen your sign..."
"Listen pretty boy," he interrupted me, ignoring my proffered hand and looking me up and down, judgingly "I don't care if you work here or not. But you will be expected to get dirty."
Pretty boy? I looked down at my clothes. I was in a black t-shirt with a black leather jacket, some dark jeans, and some black boots. Ok, I get it! It's because I don't wear plaid right? I see how it is.
"I don't mind dirt" I respond, dryly.
"Then come in tomorrow after school and Paul will teach you how to run things around here." he grumbled and walked away, muttering about how pretty boy won't last long and will probably quit within a week.
I smirked at his retreating form, turned to his house and knocked on the door. Iz opens the door and looks at me in surprise. She is wearing some brown and cream and darker cream plaid pajama pants with a gold t-shirt that says 'Stay Gold' on it. Her feet are bare, so you could see her small dainty toes, which are painted gold. I look closer and I see a gold tattoo in the shape of a highly decorated cross on her foot.
"Can I help you?" She asks, bringing my attention to her brown eyes.
"Tell her you're sorry to intrude." Sam started
"I'm sorry to intrude, but I wanted to apologize for what I did to you today." I said repeating everything that Sam told me to. Why? Because he can control my car. Damn it, that's why!
"It's fine." her eyes soften and Sam reaches for her for some unknown reason.
"Would you like to come in?" She said staring at something in the distance.
"No," Sam growled. "Tell her no. Tell her you have things to do."
"Yeah, I'd love to come in. I don't have anything else to do." I smirked, before she roughly pulled me in and slammed the door quickly.
I heard meowing at the door and guessed that must have been Death. Which reminded me…
"Why did you name your cat Death?" I asked.
She shrugged, "just seemed appropriate at the time"
"Baby, it's not the cat's fault I died. It was mine." Sam said, brushing her arm and she shivered.
"She can't hear you." I mumbled too low for her to hear.
Sam nodded sadly, "I know, but she can feel me. And that's good enough."
I watched as he held her sort of and she seemed to lean into him automatically, as if she knew he was there. For some reason, anger boiled inside me to see her react that way. And it angered me more that he still had such a hold on her. I had a sudden urge to leave and never come back.
"On second thought, I think I better leave." I said abruptly and stood up, stalking to the door.
She watched in surprise "Ok, well, have a nice night."
"You too" I mumbled angrily, as I yanked the door open. The small blackish grey cat looked up at me and, just out of spite, I purposely let the cat in.
I heard Iz groan as the cat sprawled across her lap and rubbed itself on her. Sam followed me out silently and we both drove away, in silence.