Chapter Eleven:
When we got to his dorm he just plainly opened the door. His dorm was fairly clean with only a few papers on the floor. There were two beds and two desks one with a laptop on it. And there was a ton of football posters.
"This isn't your dorm." I said.
"Yea it is." He responded.
"Yea yea, whatever but I know it isn't" I said.
"HEY!" I heard behind me. I looked and a boy with spiky hair yelled. He came running into the dorm. "What are you doing in here?" he asked. I looked at Jake.
"You're dorm huh?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.
"Well I must have gotten the room numbers mixed up." He said.
"Yea uh-huh…" I said. I turned to the guy. "Sorry 'bout that." I said smirking.
"No problem. You know anytime you want to warm up to me you can my doors always open to you." He said giving me a creepy wink. I almost puked. "You're getting me hot just looking at you." He said grabbing my waist and my jaw.
"Ow! Hey! Get away from me you pervert!" I said trying to abandon his grip but he was to strong.
"Hey let the girl go!" Jake said with his hand around the guy's neck.
"He he" He chuckled lowly. "You think that someone like you can make me flinch? Just because you're one of the night classmen doesn't mean you can hurt me." He said viciously. "And this hot one is mine go get another." He said looking back at me and licking my neck and kissing it. I wasn't about to let him do this to me but I couldn't do anything.
"I said Let Her Go." Jake's voice was now fierce. He grabbed the guy's neck once more and pinned him to the wall. Tightening his grip the guy couldn't breathe. "Try that again and watch what's gonna happen." He said I ran over to Jake.
"Stop it! Let him go! You'll kill him!" I said and put my hand on Jake's shoulder. I felt the intensity of the muscles underneath his shirt relax and his grip loosened letting the guy slip through his hand.
Still he didn't keep his eyes off the guy. I could see the hatred and killer instinct in them, but, behind it somewhere hid the kind him. The part of him that wanted to protect me, and I knew that, that was what he was doing. "Next time I won't be so merciful!" He said and turned grabbing my wrist and yanking me behind him. We walked in silence as he headed me toward the garden once more. "Don't talk to any guys you understand?" He said in a harsh tone as his grip on my wrist tightened becoming almost unbearable. I could take the pain but he kept increasing it.
"You're hurting me." I whispered and he at once stopped and let go of my wrist.
"Sorry, I just…" He said angrily.
"Just wanted to protect me." I said finishing his sentence. I was starting to become annoyed with his constant mood swings. But in a way I understood. He doesn't know how to express how he's feelings.
"C'mon." He said walking again. We walked to the café and had lunch…in silence. I wanted desperately to talk about something. The silence was irritably tense between us.
"So what did that kid mean by 'Night Classmen'?" I asked.
"I have my classes at night, that building that we passed before is not only our dorms but also our campus like this one but a bit different." He said.
"So what's so bad about it?" I asked.
"Just the people, you don't want to meet them." He explained gnawing at his thumb.
"You keep that up you'll make yourself bleed." I said indicating his thumb.
He walked me around the campus and then we went back to the house for 4pm.
"So how was the school?" Cameron asked.
"Awesome! They have so many clubs and after school programs and they even have a pool!" I said impressed.
"Cool! Now you can have stuff to do afterschool." He said.
"Well dinner's almost ready." He said. "We're having Tacos!" He said grabbing a sombrero. I started laughing as Jake walked upstairs.
After dinner I was in my room wondering about the night classes. I knew I had to find out so I got up and walked out being as quiet as possible. I walked to the school trying now to make a lot of noise making sure I wouldn't wake anyone up.
Once I got to the other campus I opened the door and noticed that it was fairly quiet and dark. As I walked in the temperature seemed to drop.
"Why is it so cold?" I said whispering. I heard some whispers and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. My fear increasing as I kept walking down the hall. It all reminded me of a Victorian house and it scared me. I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck even though my hair was down. I turned but no one was there. What was happening?