Thoughts of Him

Chapter One : I hate my Dad (Y/N)

"But I don't want to move!" I hiss at my dad , kicking my feet, throwing a fit in the parking lot of Lakepoint High. Not even the great Count Drake, also known as my loathsome father, could persuade Principal Dane to let me stay. "After tHiS inciDent ANd conSIdering yOur recoRd, unfortunately yoU will NOt bE aBle tO-", I mock his pitiful words and zoning out the rest of them. I mean, all I did was try to stick my fangs into my ex boyfriend Ben Johnson and hell, did he deserve it. His screams are still lingering in my eardrums...how pleasant. "He CHEATED on me Dad, what was I supposed to do? Cry for 8 1/2 months and stuff my face with Ben and Jerry's ice cream while watching Twilight? I'm not a baby", I hiss out once again. Damn I really need to control that. My dad spits back, "Well princess, maybe you should've thought about that before you damn near killed the boy. I'm sick of your out of control bullshit y/n, this is your 5th school in the past 6 months. I think it's time you go back to your roots". I cry out, "Dad n- no you wouldn-" But he interrupts me with the 4 words that I fear the most, "You're going to Nevermore".

You're going to Nevermore. You're going to Nevermore. YOU'RE GOING TO NEVERMORE.

Those four words bang around my brain like an ever lasting headache. And to think I was just getting comfortable at Lakepoint High...great. As much as I'd love to sink my venom stricken fangs into Ben, I wish I could call him and rant to him about this. I have always had a hard time making friends at my schools, but Ben was different. He was the only person who truly saw me for me, not some vampire freak with fangs and glittering eyes. He was my best friend..."Stop", I have to tell myself, rolling my eyes at the thought. I hang my head off the side of my bed to glare at my multiple open suitcases. I should probably start packing. Sighing, I finally muster the strength to slide off my bed to round up my things. Walking towards my closet, I crack open the creaky doors. Jesus I have so much clothes. I open my bedroom door and shout out to my dad below me, "Please please please tell me they don't force me to wear uniforms", glancing back at the cute outfits I'm already planning in my head. He snorts, retorting back up to me, "Unfortunately, y/n, not everyone is willing to give you the princess treatment that I do, so yes you will have to wear their issued uniforms". Great, just great, I think in my head. First, I'm forced to live in this dumb boarding school and then I have to wear their dumb uniforms too. At least I can still do my makeup!

The Next Morning...

I slap the snooze button on my blaring phone, groaning, I look at the time. Jesus Christ, I think I might've just permanently blinded myself. I walk to the shower and glance at my razor. I mean...won't hurt to shave right? God y/n, you just broke up with Ben yesterday and you're already thinking about that? He did cheat...and was also 2 inches taller than me, I tell myself, I deserve some action. Jeez, I crack myself up. I get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me and wipe off the steamy mirror. I brush my teeth, do my makeup and blowout my hair. Wow, I'm looking like a normal person for once, crazy! I put on my best outfit and head down, lugging down my excessive amount of luggage down the stairs. "Why couldn't you have installed an elevator in this house, it's too damn tall", I pant to my Dad as I reach the main level. He just laughs...thanks dad, real nice. We rush out to the garage and I beg him to let me drive my baby pink Miata one last time. Obviously, he says yes, he can't resist my puppy dog eyes. He loads my luggage in the back and I speed off into the foggy morning.

4 and 1/2 Hours Later...

"We're here!", says Dad, dragging on the e and grinning a bit too gleefully for my liking. I grumble as the gates open...okay wait, this isn't as ugly as it looked in my Dad's old photos. I step out with wobbling legs from the long drive and stretch my arms to see a tall woman walking towards us. "Larissa! How lovely it is to see you", my dad shouts, bringing her in for a friendly hug. She pulls away *eventually* and crouches down to introduce herself. "And you must be y/n, your dad has spoken so much about you over the phone. But he did not mention that his daughter was this beautiful!" She's not bad, I think to myself, "Thank you", I say with a smile. She continues on to say "You must be exhausted from the long ride, let Enid show you to your dorm, you two will be sharing a flat. She is one of my best students, I know you two will click immediately". I laugh, there's no way I'm going to click with some Nevermore ne-. My thoughts are suddenly cut off by a suffocating hug, smelling of sweet vanilla, triggering my fangs to push through. The affectionate culprit releases in seconds, smiling back at me saying, "Hi! I'm Enid, we're roommates. Oh, and I totally love that outfit your wearing, I will most definitely be stealing those jeans from you". Oh. My. God. I love this girl already. I giggle and run up to the entrance doors, waving back to Dad. I'll see him soon enough, he'll be fine. I'm still looking back and waving at him when I bump into a pair of warm arms. I look up and see a beautifully cold, sculpted face, and feel those same warm arms grab mine. We lock eyes and the time feels frozen. He's the first to break eye contact and shoves me out of his reach, trudging up the staircase. I glance back at the stairs, to find the mystery boy already gone. Enid tells me, "Oh, that's just Xavier. Don't mind his cold front, he just broken up with Bianca so he's in a depresso mood". Guess we have something in common. "Whatever, he seems like a douchebag, I'm fine", I reply.

Xavier, huh...I think in my head. What a dick.