A Match Made In Hell

Chapter 3: The Bargain

Tam POV

I gently drummed my pencil against my desk, making a quiet clicking noise that hid amongst the groans and frustrated sounds of other students.

I was in Ogre History, waiting for someone to put me out of my misery and shoot me.

I would rather watch a video of Keefe explaining how awesome he is than this (Plus, if it was the video, he'd have that smirk on his face and that twinkle in his eyes). I don't know anyone in this class besides Marella, who sits two seats ahead of me. Her shimmery blonde hair bopped to the song in her earpods (Which Dex had customly made for her), and she seemed to not be involved with the lesson whatsoever. Not that anyone was.

I slowly tucked my head underneath my crossed arms, and lulled myself to sleep.

I'm laying in bed, and a hot blondie is posted above me, his elbow against the mattress so he can admire me. My eyelids flutter open. I'd usually be surprised by the visitor, but I am used to his face, and I gently smile. He leans over my face and droops his neck to touch my lips, but stops a centimeter from mine, a tease that makes me angry. I grab his collar and pull him to me, our lips about to crash into each others-

"Song!" Lady Cadence snapped, dragging me out of my dreams. "Will you please stop napping and take your notes?"

"Yes, ma'am." I muttered, replaying the dream that still had me dazed and confused while pulling out a pencil and tossing my notebook onto the table.

I quickly wrote down the notes, trying to ignore my thoughts of who the blonde stranger was, knowing all too well that it wasn't a stranger.

. . . . .

I threw my sack lunch on an empty table, needing to be alone with my thoughts. At school, since Sophie came and Mr. Forkle wanted to spice things up, he started serving human food on Mondays, which were vegetarian. I was given a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and something called Cheese-bits, and munched upon them as I thought deeper into my daydream in History.

I'd never had a dream like that before. It was so intimate and sensual. Everything felt surreal and vivid. It was a dream, but it was real. In my subconscious, me and Keefe slept together.

Maybe what I needed was for Keefe to finally get a list. Then it would show hundreds of girls that would be the perfect match for him. Not for me. He just needs to get a girlfriend already.

"Hey, Mr. Darkness, what's up?" Keefe sat down beside me, making my face turn red.

"What do you want keefe." I took a bite out of my PB&J and tried to look as gloomy as possible.

"You're so straightforward. I'm breaking into Candleshade tonight." Keefe said, "I need a shade. So I can stay undercover."

"Uh huh. No deal." I laughed a bit in my head, thinking about how a minute ago I would've done anything to spend time with him.

"C'mon, Tammy. I need this." He looked into my eyes, "I need you."

We held each others gaze for a minute, me trying not to visibly quiver from the weight of his look.

"Fine, but you need to do something for me." I gave up, not wanting to look into his deadly blue eyes for a moment more.

"What is it?" Keefe looked back at me. If he had a tail it would be wagging in the air he seemed so bubbly.

"You need to get a match made, and I'm coming with you." I decided.

"What?!" Keefe exclaimed, "why the heck do you want to see me go through the matchmaking process?!"

"To make sure you do it, idiot. Knowing that you're best friends with Dex, you could ask him to crank out a fake one and give it to me." I replied smoothly, not wanting to give my real answer. "Plus, I'm tired of hearing girls crying in the hallways because Mr. Sencen wasn't on their list."

"Wait which girls?!" Keefe demanded, "I need names! Are they pretty?! Nice?! I NEED DETAILS!"

I stifled a laugh as I took another gooey bite out of my sandwich, wishing he didn't pay so much attention to girls he barely knew and took a look around and saw who actually sat next to him at lunch.