Sorry I havnt updated in awhile, Ive been really sick. Anyways hope you enjoy this chapter!
I awoke to my alarm blaring,easily heard even through my freezer door. I wearily climbed out of my freezer. Suddenly I realized something and groaned. It's Monday. I hate Mondays with a passion. Mondays mean the end of my weekend and the beginning of yet another week of school.
Don't even get me started on high school. I have been in the eleventh grade for over a century. It's torture. You're probably wondering if it's so horrible why do I go? Simple. If I don't go it will raise suspicion and the school will want to confront a parent or guardian, and my parents are dead, so is my guardian.
I realized that if I don't stop sitting around thinking about how terrible going to school is I'll be late. I quickly left my bedroom to get ready.
An hour later I was sitting in homeroom. The teacher,Mr. Colvin, was giving some kind of lecture on discipline after busting some guy for texting in class. I ignored him and decided to get lost in my own thoughts.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on my vampiric hearing. I could hear every sound made in this classroom. Actually I could hear every sound made in several classrooms. I heard all the gum-chewing,texting, and pencils writing. If I wanted to I could hear individual conversations, but I didn't want to because they were all very uninteresting. I tried to ignore the sound of hearts beating and blood pulsing.
Then I heard the door open and two pairs of footsteps walk in. Giving in to my curiosity, I opened my eyes.
Standing in the front of my class was the vice principal who said something to my teacher and walked back out of the classroom. The other person I heard was a boy who now stood facing the class smiling. He was very attractive, I had to admit, with his sandy brown hair, light blue eyes, and athletic body.
"Class meet Nicholas Cardwell. He's new here, make him feel welcome." Mr. Colvin said unenthusiastically.
"It's Nick." the new guy said correcting the teacher.
"Does anyone want to show Nicholas around on his first day?"Mr. Colvin asked stubbornly using Nick's full name.
All the girls raised their hands, the boys glared at him jealously. I didn't raise my hand, I didn't feel like showing this guy around all day while he annoyed me by asking lots of questions.
"Ah Miss Jackson, you'll do."Mr. Colvin said. Of course he picked me.
"But I didn't raise my hand!"I argued.
"No arguing Miss Jackson, you will help Nicholas today."he said pursing his lips.
I surpressed the urge to rip his throat out and sighed, defeated.
"Nicholas, please take your seat next to Miss Jackson." Mr. Colvin said pointing to the empty desk beside mine in the very back row.
Nick made his way to the back and plopped down in the seat. I looked around and noticed all the girls glaring at me with envy. I ignored them and Mr. Colvin resumed his boring lecture. I closed my eyes again only to be interrupted by a hand touching my arm. I opened my eyes and grabbed the hand tightly.
"Ouch! You're going to break my fingers!"The new kid exclaimed.
"Your fingers won't be the only thing I break if you touch me again."I threatened and released his hand.
"Jeez sorry, I was just going to introduce myself."Nick said rubbing is hand, then held it out to shake,"My name is--"
"I already know your name."I said ignoring the hand he held out.
He awkwardly dropped his hand and asked,"So you got a name then?"
"Kate."I replied and turned around the face the front of the classroom.
"That's a pretty name, it's very nice to meet you Kate." he said smiling, despite my bad attitude toward him. I turned to look at him. He has a great smile. I smiled back briefly,"Thanks." I said and turned back.
After that class ended, I headed for my next class, math. Call me a nerd, but I actually kind of like math.
"Hey, Kate. Could you show me where my next class is."Nick asked from behind me.
I really didn't want to. I wanted to say no and walk away, but I didn't because I didn't want to seem like a jerk to him. I have no clue why though...
"What class is it?" I asked turning around to face him.
He looked at the piece of paper in his hand and said,"Math."
Of course."Same as me, come on." I said and started walking down the hall.
Nick ended up being in every one of my classes. I got to know him better in each one. He moved here from New York, he's played soccer for seven years, but quit recently. His dad is a lawyer and his mom died when he was eight. I also realized that he was a nice guy. I didn't tell him much about myself except my name, that my parents died, and I live with my uncle Mick. That last one was a lie, but he'd probably find it weird that I lived alone. I also told him Mick is a PI and I'm his assistant, atleast that's the truth. We became pretty good friends before the day was over.
When school ended I headed for my car. As I opened the driver's side door, Nick walked over to me.
"Hey, do you have and plans later? I thought we could get something to eat somewhere, as friends of course."He said grinning.
I shook my head,"I would love to, but I have to help my uncle with something."
"Oh."He said dissapointed,"Tomorrow then?"
"Maybe,"I said smiling.With that I got into my car and drove to Mick's apartment.
The day before, when the DNA results came in, Chris figured out the hair belonged to a Fred Smithe. We were going to go in search for the suspect, but it was late and Beth needed to sleep. It wouldn't have been a problem for me and Mick to work late, but Beth refused to let us go without her, so we decided to go after I got out of school.
As I drove I glanced out the window at the people and saw something that almost made me wreck into the other cars. The vampire, the one thats been following me, was standing on the sidewalk. I made eye contact with him and his eyes flashed to the icey vampire ones and back to his mortal ones. I accelerated my car, determined to get as far away as possible from that vampire.
When I reached Mick's apartment and knocked on the door it took awhile for Mick to answer. When he did I saw that his hair was ruffled and I noticed a little lipstick on his face.
I raised an eyebrow,"Am I interrupting something?"
He opened his mouth to speak but I held up my hand for silence,"I don't wanna know."
Mick blushed and stepped aside to me in. The couch was a mess. The pillows were on the floor and the cushions askew. Beth was sitting on it awkwardly looking at me.
"So, did you guys spend any of your time today finding out things about Fred Smithe? Or was all your time spent on the couch?" I said stifling laughter.
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