Part 8

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The stabbing news spread like wildfire. The gossip station got a new, hot topic trending on Buzzsphere and manipulated it as they wanted. Students claimed the girl who stabbed the other was jealous because the boy she liked liked the other girl. Jealousy. Hate. Rage. Jealousy is the worst trait a person can have. You are a demon to yourself. Also, the only step by which one can reform himself Hate, a burden that injures the hater more than the hated, Makes you blind, even to the right thing. Rage is another word for destruction.

It didn't bother me, but the thing that was pricking me was the joker. She has been ignoring me for a few days, sitting at the next table during breakfast. Sleeping early. And Rob got shingles and was admitted to the infirmary, and that leaves me alone on the table. I've never eaten my food alone before; my grandparents never let me.

Seeing Nieve alone, someone sat with her. She looked at her front only to find a late-night dinner boy.

"Hello lady." He waved his hand, smiling. "Hi," she mumbled. She ran her eyes around, only to find more eyes on them. 'Shit. That's not what she wanted.' Her eyes stopped at Esmé. She smiled, but she looked at her with different eyes. Glare.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. He looked up from the plate with questionable eyes. "Eating, of course."

"Why this table?"

"And why not?" he backfired, munching. "Everyone is looking here, at us." She pressed her lips together.

"Let them," she heaved, knowing he wouldn't listen. Finishing her food, she stood up and went out with large steps. He followed her out.

"Hey! Lady! what's wrong.? Are you not going to be my friend now, just because I am the son of someone in a higher place?" He sounds disappointed. She shook her head in denial and said, "I don't care." She waved her arm in the air. "As long as YOU don't care." She points at him. She looked at the ground.

Then—why do you look disappointed?" he said, pulling her to the side of the corridor.

"NO! It's just—you've got a lot of admirers, as I heard. I don't want them to get jealous and stab me." she huffed.

"Why would they do that? Just out of jealousy?"

"Ha." She looked at him, amazed. "Are you making fun of me or playing dumb about what's happening around you?" He stared into space before keeping his hand on his chin.

"Are you talking about the incidence that happened yesterday?" She looked the other way. "Are you scared that someone will stab you?" He made fun of her. She took a step closer to him, and as he backed away, air got stuck in his lungs.

"I am not scared of dying. I have had a near-death experience. It's not the stabbing that scares you; it's the person who stabs you." She said it seriously, looking into his eyes. She backed away, letting him breathe. The bell rang for the first period. She walked out, bidding him goodbye, only to leave him puzzled.

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It was Professor Maria's class. Beau Andre Maria. Only he is allowed to speak in his class; no noise. Other than him, only the scratching of pens on the notebook was present. Being a vampire has its own perks: strong senses, swift moves, and, ah, delicate features. Those blood-bathed red lips, tan pale skin, honey-brown eyes, and brown golden hair tied into a half-updo He is a mind-reader. Expert in his field of catching daemons or criminals. In a normal human world, if they found out a vampire was teaching chemistry, it would have made headlines, and all the lip-sucking girls would've let him suck their blood. But he is one man, not two, including his little girl.

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