Niszczyciel (Hemlock Grove)

Keep Your Friends Close

The next few days I spent mostly at Peter's. I felt more comfortable at Peter's for some reason and Lynda never set a curfew for me to leave so I'd normally stay until early the next morning. I could only guess that she trusted me so much because Peter and I weren't fucking, though it could also have been because I was the only other person that knew of Peter's secret, though I had still yet to see any evidence of it apart from Peter's excessive body hair. I liked Lynda, she was a very easy going woman, but she didn't take any shit from anyone and I admired her strong will.

Dad was rarely ever home since my blood gorge and when he was he would ask me strange questions like, was it only blood I was craving or was it simply an appetite for anything bloody, including flesh? He never told me why he asked the questions he did, but then again he wouldn't stick around long enough afterwards for me to even ask.

It was nearing Halloween and by now Peter and I had long gotten used to the stares and murmurs. It was the day of Homecoming and seeing as it was Halloween themed, I was determined to make Peter take me dressed as a witch and a werewolf just to scare the piss out of the other students. Peter, however, was being less than cooperative.

"And you don't think we get enough shit without provoking them?" Peter asked as we made our way down the hallway towards the exit to the parking lot. I rolled my eyes, giving him a loud, exaggerated sigh.

"That's the whole fucking point, to provoke them." I explained. "They can't prove shit and they're pissy about it, so why not give them something to talk about?" Peter shot me a look saying that he was not amused by my idea, though I thought it was brilliant.

"Yeah, and while we're at it let's just fuck right in the middle of the dance floor! That'll really give them something to talk about." He was again being a smart ass, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of winning the argument.

"Exactly." I chirped, earning myself an eye roll.

"Hold it!" I looked up as Peter thrust a hand out to stop Shelley Godfrey as she made her way out of the girl's restroom. I noticed a bit of toilet paper stuck to her shoe, which was most likely the reason Peter had stopped her. As I was closest, I stepped on the toilet paper as she pulled her foot away.

"Clear." I announced, smiling up at Shelley as I gave her a thumbs up. She smiled back, turning her head away. Shelley Godfrey was nothing like her brother, she was sweet and shy, not to mention smart as hell. It was bullshit how people seemed to treat her, even the girls that seemed to drool over Roman wouldn't cut Shelley any slack.

"So, you going to this dance?" Peter asked her, attempting small talk. Shelley smiled, giving a slight grunt as she shook her head no. "Oh, guess there's not much point in me going then, huh?" I pinched my face, giving him an annoyed frown as he was now using Shelley to get out of going to the dance.

Shelley grabbed the little electronic notepad around her neck and began furiously typing something.

"Nisa." The voice from the device said, as she motioned towards me. Peter shot her a look of disbelief,

"This cow?" He said, pointing a thumb at me. I gave a scoff, leaning closer to Shelley.

"I get the feeling he's a terrible dancer anyway." I teasingly informed her, earning myself another smile. I was sure she was well aware that there was nothing going on between Peter and I, contrary to popular belief. It was quite obvious Peter and I were just friends, people were just assholes.

As if on cue, some dickhead bumped into Peter causing him to drop his books and pushing him into me which caused me to fall against the locker. Fortunately for me, Shelley reached an arm out to steady me so I wouldn't fall to the floor.