To no one's surprise, except maybe my own, all of our classmates stared at us down as we went to our specific lab table. Actually, the only person not gawking at us was Chrysanthemum (I think; it might've been later on when she did it, honestly; forgive me if I am wrong, I'm dying), who just gave us a sympathetic smile, which wasn't necessary because I was enjoying the continued attention, honestly, like the attention whore I was/am.
To my utter happiness, Maverick made sure he sat as close to me as possible, like the possessive bastard he was immediately becoming. It activated my lady boner, to no one's surprise (and by no one, I mean you, readers).
Mr. Stark entered the classroom. He did stuff and things. Ultimately, it turned out we were having a boring day, a chill day; a movie day. He must've run out of ideas for the week or something.
The entire time the movie played, I had urges to touch myself, to touch Maverick, to let the entire classroom watch as I lost my virginity. But, unfortunately, real life wasn't like those cringey porn movies, so none of that actually happened, sadly. I just kept my hands to myself.
It was agony. My vagina was practically gonna explode. I needed to get laid.
What? You don't like my vulgarness? Why so surprised? It's not like I haven't been vulgar before, you wimps. Bunch of virgins, you are. Jesus/Satan.
It didn't help that I kept making goo goo eyes at Maverick the entire time the movie played. And he did the same to me in return. If only this book was a porn one; then, we'd be going at it without shame.
Hmm? Book? I didn't mention a book. Fucking weirdos. Pay attention to the story of my horniness for a guy I hardly knew. Jeez.
Anyway, stare at Maverick, I did. Hopefully, the movie was completely irrelevant to the subject and we wouldn't have a pop quiz on it or something. So, yeah, staring. At Maverick. And him staring. At me back. And, yeah. That was it. The whole class period. Yep.
Staring.
Staring.
Staring.
Staring.
Eventually, class finally fucking ended and my torture could finally cease to exist. Well, the torture kind of stayed but it wasn't as bad? I don't fucking know how to explain it. Uh, I was stuck just being horny all the time because nothing more happened, ever. Which sucks cause I am gonna die a virgin within the next…eleven chapters of me leading up to it. Yeah.
Anyway, Maverick walked me to Gym, the one with the teacher that had a terrible South Park name. He gave me a cheek kiss before he left, as silent as the wind, which wasn't at all silent so that was a bad comparison, honestly. Anyway, uh, class was ass; we played basketball. I fell a lot. It happens.
Afterwards, when class was over, Constantine harassed me again. Basically, he just complained about how Maverick and I were together; or "fucking" in Constantine's mind. What an image that must have been for Maverick to see; Constantine thinking about us both, naked and doing the do.
I changed out of my Gym clothes; yes, I was wearing clothes for Gym, I always did but I don't mention it because why should I? Just assume it next time. Like a normal reader would. Jesus Christ and…Lord Satan.
As soon as I was outta there, I spotted Maverick leaning against the wall, waiting like a good boyfriend. Hehe, boyfriend. We were totally together without officially saying we were. I was so happy. Teehee.
Maverick, however, didn't look very happy. "Constantine is always gonna be a pain in my ass while we're here, isn't he?"
I laughed. "Most likely, yeah. I assume you saw what he assumes we're doing?"
He sighed, like he was just so done with life. "Yeah, I saw." That confirmed to me that it wasn't just thoughts he could hear, he could see images that people imagined, too.
We walked to the parking lot in silence. We got into his vehicle in silence. We sat there, menacingly, in silence. I stared out the window of the unmoving vehicle, which still sat in the school parking lot. Fellow students were crowding around the vehicle that Maverick's family was using that day, because they were nosy, I guess; or wanted to steal it, maybe. I honestly didn't care then and don't care now, and don't know why I ever remember that happening.
More silence.
Silence.
Silence.
"…I look forward to our trip," I commented, growing anxious from all the silence and sexual tension.
"As do I," he responded.
"Not as much as me, though," I continued.
"I highly doubt that," he stated. "You underestimate my feelings towards you."
"And you, quite frankly, underestimate mine," I retorted back with a "sweet" smile.
Without saying another word, Maverick started the vehicle and off we went. Because of his insane driving, we got to my home very, very quickly. When he parked, we had a staring contest. Well, in my head, it was a staring contest; to him, it was probably just, you know, gazing into each other's eyes or something. Whatever, staring contest. He won, obviously; fucker knows how to not blink.
For a bit longer, we said nothing at all, because there was nothing to talk about. Because we basically said all that needed to be said, really. I'm lying. But if we get everything outta the way immediately, we'd have less chapters. I mean, you'd be hearing a far less interesting tale of my past that led me to dying right now! I said nothing about a book, no.
Yes, I'm gonna keep doing this and you can't fucking stop me, can you, bitch?
I could feel the chemistry in the air. The electricity in our loins. I stopped breathing for some reason. I'm not making any sense but neither do most words in romance and "romance" novels, so I said what I said.
"You should go," Maverick said, gesturing towards my house. "Not like you have any more questions to ask me right now, anyway."
I nodded and got it. Before closing the door, I grinned at him. "Let's make this a fair trade for once." He had more points on his side than I had on mine when it came to…a lot of things but fuck it, I considered it even with the deal I, then, made. "Ask me some questions of your own. Tomorrow."
He hummed, half smiling. "Tomorrow," he agreed.
And just like that, he vanished, like the Avatar. I giggled to myself, like a crazy school girl from a stereotypical TV show/movie. Then, I skipped into my house. Because I felt like it. Because I wanted to be stereotypical some more.
The remainder of my day went by like it always did; I ate food, went to my bedroom, did homework, read a book, and then, slept. My dreams were the same, almost; sexy times turned into weirdness but at least the main event finally fucking happened in my goddamn dream.
My morning was like every other morning. I woke up. I ate food. I actually got to see Cassius for once, during the morning, but we didn't talk, really. He just briefly talked about the dance, which I shut down, again; pretty sure I told him already that I wasn't going. He left before me. I showered. I brushed my teeth. I took a shit. I got my shit. I went outside. Maverick's vehicle was already there.
I jumped inside, slamming the door behind me. We shared good mornings like normal people, which meant that today was totally gonna be more normal than the others, except not really since the whole vampire thing was still…very active and wouldn't stop being active.
He asked me questions. I will summarize because it was pointless shit, you know? Favorite color: black. Favorite music: classic rock, which he knew already but it was fine. Favorite movie: Labyrinth. Favorite book: Star Wars movie novels. Favorite CD: anything by Michael Jackson. That last one was a surprise to you, huh? It really wasn't.
For the entire day, in between classes and at lunch, he never stopped asking questions about irrelevant human shit. And that is why I am summarizing. Because all of that shit was boring as hell. But I endured. For my soulmate. Who I am leaving behind because I am about to die.
The only thing I didn't like about the day was that, in Biology, he didn't sit as close to me as he did before. It was very annoying. And it was another movie day, too, for some reason. Probably remembering wrong, honestly.
A lot of staring happened between Maverick and I, during and in between the question asking.
As quickly as the day started, it was over; our time in school, anyway. Because, once more, we were outside my home, staring at each other. And then, the questions continued. It was almost dark by the time it ended.
"Jesus fucking Christ," I breathed out in relief. "I thought it was gonna be a few questions, not a goddamn questionnaire."
"I have plenty more I wish to ask, but your father will arrive soon and you don't seem ready for him to know about us yet," Maverick stated.
"Is it really that late?" I wondered.
He nodded. "Early morning twilight. Camhanaich."
I stared at him in confusion of the sudden lesson I was getting about the skylight. "That sounds more accurate for dawn instead of dusk but sure, yeah, uh, camhanaich or whatever the fuck, yeah. Anyway, so, me again tomorrow? With asking questions?"
"No," he stated. "I have more, remember?"
I groaned. "Great… Can't wait… Woo… Another questionnaire… My favorite way to waste time…" He laughed at me.
And that was when something very weird happened. Maverick tensed up and didn't say much after that, other than a goodbye, before he was outta there. And as I stood in the yard, another vehicle pulled in. I thought it was Cassius at first but then, upon further inspection (in the dark), I realized that it was Cormac and…his father, probably (who cares what he looks like; use your mind). And as I started in awe at them, as they stayed in the vehicle briefly, that was when Cassius finally arrived.
As Cormac smiled at me, and I tried to grin back, I realized that shit was probably gonna hit the fan. Cormac didn't believe the legends of his people but his father definitely did; I could tell by his eyes, somehow. That and Maverick kind of hinted at it with his odd behavior just moments beforehand. And Maverick knew. Goddamn bastard left me to deal with the fucking fallout. Great…