Update 10/6/2013: HERE IS THIS SEQUEL TO ANOTHER ROMANCE:

I don't own Vampire Academy . . .

Thirteen . . .

I felt a cruel smile tantalize the side of my lips as I noticed Zara standing on the edge of the pool. Just a little push and she would fall right in. Damn, Zara was too smart, that was the problem. She would know what I was planning to do as soon as I got near her and she would run away, yelling like crazy till she got to mom or dad.

My brilliant mind thought of something.

"Zara?" I called out in a sugary-sweet voice, walking slowly towards her. "I want to enter this year's pageant with you—"Ugh! How disgusting!—"so can you please be my teacher?" Yes! I was standing next to her and she hadn't realized my intentions!

She turned around and looked at me with that sweet smile she always wore. She was too nice for my mad world. There was excitement in her eyes.

"May—"

Oh. No. She did not just call me that. I pushed her off the edge and she fell in the pool. It was a little bit chilly outside but my mom and dad always kept the pool heated because they didn't want their "babies" to get cold.

I laughed evilly as I watched her storm out of the pool and up to my face. "Why'd you do that for?!"

"MAYA!" Oh. Shoot. My mother.

Good thing my awesome bro was standing a few feet away from me, chuckling the same way I had been laughing. I put on my innocent face. "Mom . . . Kyle made me do it. He said he would give me ten bucks if I pushed her off."

My mother looked at me, putting her palm to her face. "Maya . . ." She shook her head. "Maya, what am I going to do with you?"

The way she looked at me, made me feel guilty. My mother, I had heard, was a crazy one. But according to my daddy, (yes daddy) she had gone all compassionate when she had us. I didn't not to turn all weak and emotional so I was never having kids.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone and gave it to her. I loved my mother to death. She was the most beautiful person in the world . . . and I loved her. "Take my phone."

With a pain in my chest, (I love that phone more than anything else in the world) she took my phone. I knew the drill. I wouldn't get my phone back until I learned how to behave. Man . . . I had to be good now.

Yay . . . being good was my favorite thing in the world . . . .

. . . not.

I rolled my eyes and continued to think of more things to torture Zara with.

I began walking away, to my awesome brother Kyle. I passed Zara giving her a look that was supposed to be evil.

She looked back at me with a look of her own.

More trouble is coming your way . . .

Fourteen . . .

I dropped my bag as soon as I walked in the door. Ugh. I hated school. Damn, I wanted to drop out. But my mother would probably freak out and make my daddy send me to a private school or something scary like that, where nuns chased you and locked you in closets. Oh, God. Scary. Bless my soul . . .

My mother was making dinner when I walked into the kitchen. Judging by the good smell, she was probably making my favorite food which was Chinese food. My mother had passed down her gene for love of Chinese food to me. From mother to daughter. Since I loved my mother, I walked up to her and she already had her arms open for me.

"Hey, sweetheart, how was school?"

"It was boring and I fell asleep in most classes." I yawned as to prove my point.

My mother, Rose, laughed softly. "I was just like you when I was your age."

"How long ago was that, fifty years ago?"

She gave me a dark look. "I'm not that old."

"No, you're not. Daddy's old, though." I cackled darkly.

My mom laughed along with me. "Shhh . . . age is a touchy subject for him."

"Old or not, you know I'll still—"

"Mommy!"

The voice disgusted me to no end. My mom gave me another dark look. God, that little peanut had to ruin everything.

Zara rushed to my mom's arm. "Sweetheart, how was school?"

"It was soo fun! Can Kasey come over later on? We want to do makeovers and manicures. Maya can join too, if she wants. Please."

"Go ask daddy."

"But he left." She was starting to pout. See if she would pout when my fist was all up in her face.

"Baby . . . yes, Kasey can come over. You have to include Maya as well."

She started squealing. In my mom's ears, Zara probably sounded cute; in my ears, however, she sounded like a squealing pig.

Zara ran up to me and hugged me. I never returned the hugs back, though. "Hey, hey. What did I tell you about touching the precious merchandise. Hands off."

Zara still remained with that dorky smile. She let go, whatsoever. "Maya! Do you want join us later on?"

I yawned. "Zara, you are so not amusing me." I yawned again. "But sure I'll join you guys. I might have to excuse myself constantly to barf because you know makeovers are not my thing. Too girly . . . and nasty."

I saw my mommy smile from the corner of my eye. It took every ounce of my being not to crack a smile myself.

I hopped off the stool I had been sitting on. "Well, I'm going to hit the sack. No wait, mom, can I go sleep on your bed? I didn't get sleep last night. I was talking to the sexy Brendon! Mmm . . . that boy is delicious."

"Okay." Zara said a little awkwardly.

"Maya you can go sleep on my bed." She paused. "But first, I need to talk to you girls. Sit down, Maya and Zara."

I sort of had a clue of what she was going to say. I glanced over at Zara and she still wore that freaky smile. Did she glue it on there or something? I would smile like Zara, but smiling was not my thing—laughing evilly was my thing.

"Mom, what do you want to talk to us about?" Zara asked, folding her hands on the counter. God, what a girly freak. I, however, leaned back on the chair-like stool and rested my feet on the counter. "Make it quick, beautiful mommy, I have some Z's to catch."

"So, it's just us girls. We have to be open here."

I nodded. Zara nodded and smiled. She sat up straighter.

"I feel that you girls are mature enough and are ready to have 'The Talk.'"

I gasped. "Mother! You are not doing this to me!"

"Maya! I have a right . . . I'm your mother. I only want you girls to be safe. Tell me what you girls know already."

She looked at me first. Why me!? I could see she was not going to remove her gaze away from me. I was screwed. I heard Zara chuckle. "This is all I know . . . don't sleep around because accidents happen."

My mom nodded. "They do happen. How about you, Zara?"

Zara was an overachiever and she knew everything because she actually paid attention in school. I was too busy chatting it up with the homies or the sexy guys. "Well, you have to know your body because if something abnormal shows up you can immediately know that it's not normal. Second, your partner and you should get checked before having sexual relationships because you don't want to get an STD or an STI. Third, always wear protection. Last, abstinence is the absolutely best way to stay free of diseases and unwanted pregnancies."

I could tell my mother was impressed. "Very good, Zee." Ugh, why did my mother have to call us these really horrible nicknames?

I leaned forward and looked at Zara, with a question look. "You know . . . I have absolutely no idea what the hell you said . . ." I gave her the blankest look I could ever conjure.

She smirked. "Maybe you should pay attention in school . . ."

I yawned hugely. "Well, I'm going to take a nap. Call me when dinner is ready mommy." To Zara I said. "Only losers like you pay attention in school . . ."

The smirk fading.

I gave an evil laugh.

Who's smirking now, bitch?

Fifteen . . .

I knocked softly on Zara's door. I waited a few seconds till she came to my door. Usually, I walked right in but I wanted her help right now and I had to go by her orders.

"What's up, May."

I looked around and looked to see if no one was coming. I pushed her inside the room and closed the door.

"Zara, honey-bear—"

Zara started laughing hysterically. I waited for her to calm down. "You can cut the sweet-talk, Maya, it's not made for your attitude."

"Okay, thanks. I don't like feeling fake. Anyways, I need your help."

"On what? May, I already did your Geometry homework three weeks in a row. What else do you want?"

"It's not about Geometry!" I yelled as I went to go sit down on her bed.

"Then, what's it about?"

"Teach me how to wear makeup and do my hair pretty and all beautiful . . ."

"May, what brought this on?"

I laid back on her bed, toying with one of her pillow cushions. I knew she was going to ask this question. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. "I like this guy. And I actually like like him. I just don't think he's sexy. I like him."

"So you like a guy . . ." She smiled. "So you finally admit that liking guys isn't for 'losers like Zara?'"

I threw the cushion at her. I was surprised when she blocked it. "Yes! God damn it."

She came to sit on the bed with me. "Who is he?"

"He goes to our school . . ."

"Wow, May, a billion guys go to our school. I need some more info. Share all the details. Is he cute?"

"Okay, he comes over to our house constantly and yes."

Zara raised an eyebrow. "The pool guy?"

I threw her a dark look. The pool guy was sexy. Zara and I would sit outside and would watch him clean the pool.

"God you dork. He's like old guy status."

She chuckled. "I know. I'm just kidding. Who is it?"

"Matt . . ." Saying his name made me blush.

"I knew it! Aww . . . you two make such a cute couple."

I turned red. "God, can we please not talk about Matt. Teach me how to be pretty."

"May, you're pretty already. You don't make up or anything. But I will show you."

"Thanks, Zee. I knew coming to you was a good thing."

"If I hadn't helped you, where would you have gone?"

With a straight face, I said, "Kyle."

She laughed hysterically. And after a second, I laughed too . . .

Sixteen . . .

I was listening to my favorite song in the whole world when my sister came crying into my room. I had ditched school today and I was always there to protect my little sister at all costs. Damn.

I jumped off the bed and went to hug her. "Who's head am I going to rip off?"

"Ashley . . ." She sobbed into my arms.

"What did that whore do to you?!"

"I saw her kissing Grant."

"And did you dump his ass?"

She nodded. "Yes. I took your advice. Once a cheater, always a cheater."

"That's my sister." I let her go for a second and called out to my comrade-in-arms. "Kyle!" He was in my room in seconds.

He was breathless. "Who do we have to kill?"

"I want you to teach Grant Cinn a lesson."

"Yes, Maya. You know I got your back forever."

"Thanks, bro. I got yours too. Now go get that bastard."

"Now, do you want to take a little trip to Ashley's house?"

My smile, which was cruel made her nod her head. Ashley's house was right down the road. Thank God. I didn't want to walk a lot.

I knocked on the door and Mrs. Olivera answered the door. "Maya, darling, I suppose you are here to see Ashley?"

I smiled nicely and she took that as a yes.

A few seconds later, Ashley was out the door. And I was in her face.

I started yelling. "Why the hell did you do that to Zara?" She stayed quiet. Good. I wasn't done talking. "You can do whatever the fuck you want to any girl you want, but not my sister. If I ever hear of you doing anything to Zara again, I'll swear I'll rip your head off! You got that, whore? Because you're just talk. You can't back your shit up. You got that?!"

She nodded.

"I want to hear you say it!"

"Yes." She gasped out.

I lowered my voice level. I was deadlier when my voice was quiet. "Okay, as long as we got that straight." I let her go, hard, and she fell on her ass.

I turned around, dragging Zara with me.

I smiled cruelly. "You know . . . I just dropped her on dog shit."

That made her laugh. I joined in after a while. She reached over and hugged me. "I love you, my sister. You're my best friend in the whole wide world."

For some reason, that brought a huge lump to my throat. I was not going to cry, though. It would be kind of weird. Seconds before I was acting all badass and now I was struggling not to cry. I cleared my throat several times. "Love you, too, Zara."