Feral Stone: Vampires [Book I]

~CHAPTER ELEVEN~

Chapter Eleven (Edited)

General P.O.V (Author)

The weekend passed in a hurry as the friends struggled to find meaning to the puzzle the book has set them to. Well, maybe not a puzzle, just a sentence or quote that the group of friends is trying to find meaning to. It may be the ultimate answer and solution to their problem.

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General P.O.V (Andrew)

Monday came by in a flash as Andrew was still trying to wrap his head around the 'quote'. It was simple and easy to understand yet they could find the in-depth meaning behind it.

He got dressed as he was about to run late for school, he only had about 10 minutes left. He took a shower and dressed in comfortable black leggings with bright yellow top and yellow sneakers. He left his hair in a ponytail and grabbed his keys to leave.

"Andrew, have breakfast first". His mom said to him, stopping him for running out the door.

"No Maa am running late". Andrew replied, impatiently.

"Fine, at least take the lunch I packed you".

Andrew grabbed his lunch box, pecked his mom's cheeks and ran outside towards his car.

The drive to school was uneventful and soon he was rushing towards his locker and the bell for first period rang. He put in his code and grabbed the needed books for the first four periods and was about to turn to head towards his Math class, when he bumped into someone. Reeling back with shock, he fell on his butt. He looked up to apologize to whoever he had bumped into in his hurry frenzy. Andrew swore he died and went to heaven.

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The classes were uneventful but Andrew couldn't get the sliver-haired hunk of handsomeness out of his head. He looked so striking and was a sight for Andrew's gay eyes. Andrew was out of it for about two minutes, the warning bell bringing him out of his reverie.

He remembered every detail of the hunk, from his beautiful green eyes; something that reminded him of nature in all its green glory. His beautiful, short silver hair that fit him so well. His sharp chiseled jaw and heavenly crafted nose, muscular biceps and Andrew could see the outline of his stomach abs from the fitness of the white shirt he was wearing. And he was freakishly tall. He might have been about 6ft8.

A beautiful, gorgeous, out-of-this-world hunk.

There was no way he was a human.

Absolutely, no way.

No, fucking way.

FLASHBACK

"Oh, am sorry. Here, take my hand". A deep voice that sounded like all the well written songs in the world, being merged together (Andrew keep it together, you gay buffoon) wafted to Andrew's ears. He continued to stare up at the Adonis that was slightly bending down with his right hand stretched out and his left at his back. The hunk snapped his fingers at Andrew's star stuck face. He had never seen anyone so handsome and beautiful at the same. Andrew snapped out of it at the sound of fingers snapping.

"Oh". Was all Andrew could get out before taking the out-stretched hand and becoming a blushing mess. The Adonis's hand was so big, Andrew's was like a baby's in the hand. 'Well, you know what they say, a large hand, is a large dick'.

'Shut up, no one says that. Why are you even thinking about that?'

'You're the one thinking about it, you mad human'.