The Nerd that turned out to be Vampire-ish [Wattys2015]

CHAPTER 4: They disappeared like fart.

"The name's Will by the way..." He stopped midway and cleared his throat. "...short for Wilfredo." The prince said holding out his hand for me to shake but it was left hanging, for I was laughing so hard.

His name is efen Wilfredo! Someone please slap me because this ain't funny and I'm laughing, which is bad.

I tried my best to stop. So, I inhaled as much oxygen as I could and kept it for a few seconds to clear my mind before exhaling it, but it came out as a sneeze. I forgot that I'm allergic to dust and were here standing by the road, waiting for Tristan and that mysterious car of his.

Then I looked at Will with glossy eyes, probably from sneezing and mixed with my laughing session from earlier. I was expecting an annoyed look but he has this amused-face on, which is odd.

"What's with that face? I just made fun of your name, aren't you going to shoot me or something?" I asked him with a slight smile on my face.

He laughed a bit. "I'm used to people making fun of it, but I would love to take a bite of you." Then he smirked.

Mother of Dora! What the heck! Is this what they call flirting? Or he's being literal?

I can feel my ears burning up, and I think it will set on fire soon. I need a firetruck. I swallowed an imaginary lump of fur ball and cleared my throat.

"Tristan's taking too long, is his car a turtle or something?" I said, obviously trying to change the subject and involuntarily put a strand of hair behind my ears.

I'm such a girl and I suck at it, can I be too obvious?

He chuckled, obviously feeling my awkwardness. "I guess... his driving a beetle." After that he hit my forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Turtle!" he said while laughing and pointing at Tristan's blue beetle, closing at us.

I touched my aching forehead while mumbling to myself. Ugh! I really hate this game, when people see a beetle they'd slap your forehead and laugh like it's nothing. This should be banned, literally!

The beetle stopped in front of us and Will opened the door for me, like a prince would. I hopped on the back and he then sat on the front, beside Tristan.

(A.N. The picture on the attached image is Tristan's car, well tbh, I just stole it in Google.)

"There's your bag...Victoria." Tristan said and I can imagine him smirking. Wait what?

"How'd you know my name? I don't remember telling you..." he cut me off like a gentleman would... not.

"Bag strap." He said it in a duh tone, then I looked at my bag. There I saw written on silver marker, Victoria the Hobbit. Damn it Vincent... or Chuck! I have no idea who did it between the two of them, I just know they're the culprit behind this.

I let out a loud ugh and I can hear the nerd chuckle. "Victoria the hobbit." And it sounded a gazillion times more annoying.

"Nice name." Will said, putting out the imaginary fire in my head. "... but why Hobbit?"

"Because I'm small." I sighed and he let out a prolonged Ooooh, but Tristan burst into an annoying fit of laughter.

"They're pretty spot-on on that nickname of yours." Tristan said and it was the longest thing I've heard from him.

I just chuckled and admitted. "Yeah." I don't really make a big fuss about it, because it's true and I already got used to it.

(A.N. Victoria's height is 5')