the nerdy girls secret 🤓

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"i-i-i," my teeth chatter and i stumble backwards, my back on the cold, slimy cave wall. i can't tell if i'm sweating or if the walls are just that nasty.

"cat got your tongue?" the guy laughs. now HES a beautiful young specimen. he looks like all of the hot celebrities i've ever seen mixed together into a paler, gaunter, more haunted teenager. his eyes glint red as he glides forward on his quick legs. if he were wearing tap shoes, i wouldn't have even heard him then.

as he looks closer, i see that he is 6 foot 20 and that his teeth are kind of sharp? he must get the filed down the street. i know of this place because my quirky weird emo friend, Beetle (his real name is Thaddeus McBeth Martin Lawrence Francis the 5th but he thinks he needs to earn the name because his father died in a terribly depressing accident that looked somewhat like assassination (bc he was president of the golf club) and he has missed his dad ever since bc his mom and brother became alcoholic) goes there to get his cool stick and poke tattoos.

i have a secret tattoo that no one knows about. it's on my back and looks like the cigarette my mom was smoking before she died in that horrible, awful accident that resembles the kind you die in. she died when i was young and i only knew her since i was born from her womb. but she was a beautiful woman with only slightly ambiguous features.

the hot hot hotty towers over me and he traps me against the wall with both his arms around me. veins are visible through his translucent, kind of glowing and weirdly thin skin. one pops up on his forehead like he's holding in a very invasive fart.

"i'm Cole," he growls lowly into my ear. a shiver passes through my body and i accidentally knee Cole in the shin when a slug tramples over my feet. he grunts and stoops to my level, "owie" he says in a deep voice.

"you...you're...you-" i can't seem to speak? what effect does this hotly malnourished man have on me? is he my...no! he and i are on two different planes. i am a nerdy little school girl and he lives in a dark and wet cave. all i can get out is "vampire".

his black, red, orange, brown eyes widen and his sharp teeth seem to grow, "you know...? how?"

"i've heard about you. the police have the dogs out looking for you. you're wanted for 67 counts of murder."

it's true. he's hot though so i'm not worried about myself. he's probably dumb because of that. so i know i'm smart enough to get away and he drinks people blood for fun. nerds don't drink blood. only hot, rich men with no arm hair do.

"ah...those," i turn away at the sad and depressing look in his colored eyes, "i can explain!"

"no—" my eyes tear up, "you kill people. like my great uncle's best friend's dog...Sparky was such a good boy."

"no, i'm not to blame. please! listen! my twin brother and i look exactly alike because we are twins only he is super evil and he eats people for fun! i have been looking for him but i can only look at night because the drought has made it too sunny outside!"

"and youll burn if the sun touches your skin..." i nod. i have done extensive research about vampires on wikipedia and tiktok. no one knows as much as me when it comes to these sad and depressing creatures with stories that will make you feel good about your life.

being sold to one direction or some hot guy in class is almost as painful as living the life of a blood sucker.

i believe him. i can tell by the look in his closed and anguished eyes and the pile of dead deer in the corner. he would never hurt me. he is gentle.

"no!" he punches the wall beside me. it cracks. "when the sun hits my skin...it starts to-"

"sparkle?"

"no."

"shine?"

"no."

"glitter."

"...no."

"get hairy?"

"what??"

"i don't know you bro"

he looks away from me, forlorn. this man must have so many ghosts and spirits and poltergeists haunting him from the past. i think i see a particularly nasty nun entity hovering over his left shoulder.

my heart feels so bad for him. i gently touch his cheek. "let me change you."

his eyes brighten and i think i see some life come into his cold, dead, eyes. they sparkle like fireworks on the fourth of july and make my stomach feel like worms are crawling around inside.

"you can...fix me?"

i nod sagely, "yes."