Sierra rested her head against the back of the chair. She looked over at Troy who was staring at her.
"You should go home," he said. "You can go back to my house, get some sleep."
She yawned. "I'll stay here with you."
"I'm fine, you need to sleep, go on."
She nodded and stood up. She walked over to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek before leaving. Once outside the door, she screamed silently. 'What the?' she thought. 'Why was it so. . Kissing him on the cheek has never been. . What's happening to me?! Am I going completely psycho?'
She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of any thinking. She just wished that for a few minutes she could be thoughtless. Why was it so hard? Why did she have so much on her mind?
Walking through the automatic doors that exited the hospital, Sierra was thankful she had worn her leather jacket and jeans. Anything else and she would have frozen her ass off.
The bus didn't come for another five minutes, so she had to sit down in the shelter with a homeless guy. Looking over at him, she caught him staring at her, but only kept her glare steady instead of turning away. She wasn't scared of him, as most girls would be. Mainly because she was the daughter of vampires.
He didn't say a word, only turned his attention to the car stopping in front of them. Sierra looked up and rolled her eyes when she saw the familiar blonde walking towards her.
"Spike, get bent," she said.
"I'm not lettin' you walk away from me now," he said. "Get in the car."
"Excuse me?"
"Get in the car, I'm taking you home," he said.
"Spike, get bent," she repeated and looked away. "I'm fine with the bus. Besides, I'm not going home."
"Well I'm not goin' to let you just hop on any bus," he said.
"I'm not. I've lived here basically my whole life, I know my way around, thanks," she said, standing. "There's the bus, get out of my way."
He moved to the side silently and watched her as she brushed past him, hopping onto the bus. He looked over to the old homeless man who was staring at him.
"And what are you lookin' at?" Spike asked, before turning around and walking over to his car.
Sierra sat in history class the next morning. She looked over to the empty seat where Troy usually sat. She knew he wasn't going to be in school that day; he had called her last night. She didn't feel right staying in his house without him, but he assured her that she was welcome until she could go home.
Something hit her from behind, and turning around she saw two boys in the back corner laughing like idiot. She did nothing except glare. 'How immature,' she thought. 'And here I was thinking we were mature grade elevens. Not immature grade twos. Come to think of it, even grade twos are more mature then them.'
Standing, she picked the crumbled up piece of paper off her desk and walked over to the garbage can, casually tossing it in before turning to return to her seat.
"Sierra," her teacher, Mr. McKinnon said, and she froze.
'Great,' she thought.
"Come see me after class."
"For tossing a piece of paper in the garbage? What, are you gonna give me detention for not straightening it out and putting it 'gently' in the recycling bin?" Sierra said, and a few people in her class giggled.
"No, I wanted to talk to you about your grades," he said. "But now that you mention it. . Take a seat."
Sierra did as she was told and sat back down. She picked up her pen and started to doodle on the paper in front of her, a test.
She had gotten an eighty-five on it, but it didn't surprise her. History interested her, so she knew everything on the test before she was even given the outline to study. Troy on the other hand, probably hadn't done as good. Although, she doubted that he failed. She saw him looking over at her paper a few times during the test, as always.
The bell rang and class was over. Sierra stood up, picking her binder up of the desk. She was about to leave with the rest of the students, but heard the teacher calling her name. Sighing, she stopped and walked over to his desk.
"What about my grades? I thought I was doing fine," Sierra said.
"Well," he said. "That's just it."
"Then. . I don't understand. What's there to talk about?"
"I know that you're only in grade eleven," he said. "But I was wondering if you were interested in this." He picked a brochure up off his desk and held it out for her to take.
She just stared down at it, curious. Reaching out, she accepted it and brought it up to read. "Mount Saint Vincent University," she read aloud. She looked back up at him. "University?"
"I know it may be early, but it never hurt to be prepared. You seem to have a knack for history Sierra, and you seem to enjoy it as well."
"Um-. .Thanks," she said, turning slowly. 'University? No, I couldn't. Not with everything I know. I have to fight the good fight. University doesn't matter. Who needs it when you get to kick some demon ass?'
"Oh and Sierra," he said. "Have you ever thought of tutoring?"
"Tutoring? I don't think so."
"Why not? A lot of people have a hard time with history," he said. "You'd get money."
She brightened up at his last words, but frowned again. "No one wants a History teacher. It's not like its math, or science, its something that everyone can get."
"Did you not hear what I said? A lot of people have a hard time with it, and I know a few parents of theirs. You would be a great tutor. If you just keep that attitude of yours under control," Mr. McKinnon said.
"Okay," she said. "But only cause I need the cash. Not cause I'm some good citizen who's doing this for the pleasure of helping."
He smiled. "I'll make some calls and give you one."
"I-. . I'm not at home for the moment," she said. "I'm staying at Troy's."
"Then I'll call you there."
She nodded before turning around and walking out. 'University, tutoring? What am I doing? Am I possessed? That has to be it. .'
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