Part 2
"You did *what*?" Connie shrieked.
It was exactly the reaction Margaret had expected. She'd gone home in the black Ferrari, definitely wishing the hot guy wouldn't come and pick it up again. Unfortunately, when she'd woken in the morning the car had been gone. Then again, Margaret wasn't so sure she'd want to explain to Aunt Judith how she'd required it.
"I was bored," she answered, leaning against her locker. She yawned, watching the endless rows of students hurrying past, wondering what it would be like to be amongst them and not be noticed.
"There's things to do that liven boredom that *aren't* dangerous or stupid," Darla pointed out, running her fingers through her long coppery-red hair.
"I couldn't think of anything," Margaret answered. Her eyes scanned the crowd for either Veronique or Suzanne, who might be able to shed some light on who the guy was.
"So what did he say his name was?" Connie asked, clinging onto Margaret's arm. "He sounds dreamy."
"Something about saviour in Italian, I thought it was a line," Margaret said.
Darla's delicate eyebrow rose. "*Saviour*? Are you sure it wasn't Salvatore?"
"Ooh, I bet it was Damon, he was the sexier of the two," Connie breathed.
"How would you know? You've only read the diary, you've never seen either of them," Margaret snapped, a stone starting to sink in her stomach. Just what she wanted, a vampire problem of her own, she thought moodily. "So what if it was?"
She pushed herself away from her locker and started to walk to class.
"Well you know they say history repeats and - "
Margaret stopped, whirling on Connie. "The same thing is *not* going to happen to me!" she snapped angrily. "For Christ's sake, get a fucking *life* instead of drooling over something that happened ten years ago!" She stalked off, not caring who was whispering.
She was pretty sure the whole school would be talking about this by lunch. Glancing over her shoulder briefly, she was pleased that Darla had the sense to stop Connie from following her.
"Maybe you should consider anger management classes," an amused voice like warm, oozing honey muttered in her ear, almost too close for comfort.
Margaret refused to jump, but turned around to face Veronique calmly. "Actually, it's not something I'd give a second thought to."
Veronique chuckled, shifting her books to the other arm. "What was all that about, anyway?"
Margaret shrugged, really not feeling like going into all the details. There *had* to be other creatures out there besides vampires, Fell's Church had been there and done that twice already. Their realm of supernatural couldn't *just* be limited to those bloodsuckers.
"Are you sure that's a door you really want to go down?" Veronique asked, eyeing her curiously.
Margaret looked at her, then her eyes rolled. "And the only way you could have an inkling of what I'm thinking is if you're a vampire that can read minds, and let me guess, you were made or involved with one of the infamous Salvatore brothers."
"Who are the most *boring* vampires in history? I don't think so," Veronique answered, brushing a strand of black hair behind one ear. "I'm surprised you caught on so fast. I keep forgetting you people know about us."
Margaret shrugged. "Lucky guess, what with my family history and all."
She was surprised at Veronique's thoughts of the Salvatore brothers. Boring was not what most girls described them as, certainly not one she'd heard before. "Why'd you think they're boring?"
"Oh come on," she snorted as they turned into their art class. "One with an aching soul for a lost love who went insane, and another the biggest most arrogant snob on the planet? Please. The only reason they're interesting to read about is cause they just sound *hot*."
Margaret found herself liking Veronique even ore. At least the girl had a different opinion, and wasn't afraid to make it clear. "So what makes you different to them? Unless you're an Original," she challenged.
Veronique smirked. "Why spoil all the fun right away?" She headed for her seat at the back of the classroom.
"Since when are you friends with her?"
Margaret's eyes rolled as she went to hers by her supposed boyfriend Josh. Josh was your typical high school jock, dark hair, blue eyes, and muscular figure, sports star extraordinaire. He was watching Veronique with an almost dreamy look on his face. Margaret was starting to understand what all the boys saw in her.
"Since about now," she answered, picking u a charcoal pencil.
"I'm sure Connie'll *love* that," Josh snorted. "You should set a Smallwood on her."
Margaret snickered involuntarily. Bonnie had told her the Smallwood family, a clan almost as old as the Fells themselves were werewolves. Margaret had a very funny image of little blonde Connie bursting out of her cheerleader's uniform in the middle of a game, turning furry and eating the squad. "That'd be fun."
Sometimes Josh could say the right things to cheer her up, there were some good things about him. She just had to remember what they were.
"You seem odd. Are you okay?"
Margaret shrugged. She turned back to her drawing. She wasn't okay, and she was going to get mighty sick of explaining it. So she was bored, so her life sucked at the moment.
So what could she do to make things more interesting?
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"You did *what*?" Connie shrieked.
It was exactly the reaction Margaret had expected. She'd gone home in the black Ferrari, definitely wishing the hot guy wouldn't come and pick it up again. Unfortunately, when she'd woken in the morning the car had been gone. Then again, Margaret wasn't so sure she'd want to explain to Aunt Judith how she'd required it.
"I was bored," she answered, leaning against her locker. She yawned, watching the endless rows of students hurrying past, wondering what it would be like to be amongst them and not be noticed.
"There's things to do that liven boredom that *aren't* dangerous or stupid," Darla pointed out, running her fingers through her long coppery-red hair.
"I couldn't think of anything," Margaret answered. Her eyes scanned the crowd for either Veronique or Suzanne, who might be able to shed some light on who the guy was.
"So what did he say his name was?" Connie asked, clinging onto Margaret's arm. "He sounds dreamy."
"Something about saviour in Italian, I thought it was a line," Margaret said.
Darla's delicate eyebrow rose. "*Saviour*? Are you sure it wasn't Salvatore?"
"Ooh, I bet it was Damon, he was the sexier of the two," Connie breathed.
"How would you know? You've only read the diary, you've never seen either of them," Margaret snapped, a stone starting to sink in her stomach. Just what she wanted, a vampire problem of her own, she thought moodily. "So what if it was?"
She pushed herself away from her locker and started to walk to class.
"Well you know they say history repeats and - "
Margaret stopped, whirling on Connie. "The same thing is *not* going to happen to me!" she snapped angrily. "For Christ's sake, get a fucking *life* instead of drooling over something that happened ten years ago!" She stalked off, not caring who was whispering.
She was pretty sure the whole school would be talking about this by lunch. Glancing over her shoulder briefly, she was pleased that Darla had the sense to stop Connie from following her.
"Maybe you should consider anger management classes," an amused voice like warm, oozing honey muttered in her ear, almost too close for comfort.
Margaret refused to jump, but turned around to face Veronique calmly. "Actually, it's not something I'd give a second thought to."
Veronique chuckled, shifting her books to the other arm. "What was all that about, anyway?"
Margaret shrugged, really not feeling like going into all the details. There *had* to be other creatures out there besides vampires, Fell's Church had been there and done that twice already. Their realm of supernatural couldn't *just* be limited to those bloodsuckers.
"Are you sure that's a door you really want to go down?" Veronique asked, eyeing her curiously.
Margaret looked at her, then her eyes rolled. "And the only way you could have an inkling of what I'm thinking is if you're a vampire that can read minds, and let me guess, you were made or involved with one of the infamous Salvatore brothers."
"Who are the most *boring* vampires in history? I don't think so," Veronique answered, brushing a strand of black hair behind one ear. "I'm surprised you caught on so fast. I keep forgetting you people know about us."
Margaret shrugged. "Lucky guess, what with my family history and all."
She was surprised at Veronique's thoughts of the Salvatore brothers. Boring was not what most girls described them as, certainly not one she'd heard before. "Why'd you think they're boring?"
"Oh come on," she snorted as they turned into their art class. "One with an aching soul for a lost love who went insane, and another the biggest most arrogant snob on the planet? Please. The only reason they're interesting to read about is cause they just sound *hot*."
Margaret found herself liking Veronique even ore. At least the girl had a different opinion, and wasn't afraid to make it clear. "So what makes you different to them? Unless you're an Original," she challenged.
Veronique smirked. "Why spoil all the fun right away?" She headed for her seat at the back of the classroom.
"Since when are you friends with her?"
Margaret's eyes rolled as she went to hers by her supposed boyfriend Josh. Josh was your typical high school jock, dark hair, blue eyes, and muscular figure, sports star extraordinaire. He was watching Veronique with an almost dreamy look on his face. Margaret was starting to understand what all the boys saw in her.
"Since about now," she answered, picking u a charcoal pencil.
"I'm sure Connie'll *love* that," Josh snorted. "You should set a Smallwood on her."
Margaret snickered involuntarily. Bonnie had told her the Smallwood family, a clan almost as old as the Fells themselves were werewolves. Margaret had a very funny image of little blonde Connie bursting out of her cheerleader's uniform in the middle of a game, turning furry and eating the squad. "That'd be fun."
Sometimes Josh could say the right things to cheer her up, there were some good things about him. She just had to remember what they were.
"You seem odd. Are you okay?"
Margaret shrugged. She turned back to her drawing. She wasn't okay, and she was going to get mighty sick of explaining it. So she was bored, so her life sucked at the moment.
So what could she do to make things more interesting?
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