My Vampire Mate

Is Someone Following Me?

AN: This chapter has been edited.

Kiera's POV

Spanish was such a drag and the teacher does nothing to decrease that porblem. She's literally the meanest woman at the school; she yells at us and even though she says it isn't because she is mad, you can so tell that she is. And it''s even worse when she yells in Spanish. I can safely say that she strikes fear in every student she looks at, even the kiss asses who do everything they can to get on her good side. And let me tell you something, it definitely isn't doing any good. All it does is make her even more upset at them because she believes it is the responsibility of the students who understand and grasp her lessons, to help out the "less fortunate" ones, which they don't because they're all stuck up prisses who couldn't give a rats ass about anyone but themselves.

After telling Max and Kenny bye, I grabbed my backpack off the ground from beside me and made my way to bio. The halls are so crowded you're lucky if you only get shoved against a locker instead of actually in one, not that either of those are the best options for me because I bruise like a cantaloupe. As I'm walking down the hall, I run into my friend Drake. The first thing you should know abut Drake, he's a total player. He thinks he can get any girl in this school, including me, only I'm not interested and he just can't seem to grasp that. He's the type of guy that go's out and parties; gets high, drunk, has sex with random girls. He's as troublesome as any boy can be. Even though I do not agree with the way he acts, he is still a loyal friend, and those are really hard to find these days. 

"Hey sexy," Drake said in a sultry voice, slinging his arm around my shoulder and holding me close to him. "Hey Drake." I give him a hug as we start walking to our next class together. "So, what are you going to do this weekend?" He asked me, but it sounded more like, you-should-be-hanging-out-with-me-instead-of-whatever-boring-thing-you're-going-to-be-doing. "Probably watch some TV, read and do homework like always. What about you?" I asked, knowing that if I had to take a guess, I'd probably be right. He shrugged, "I dunno. Probably go to a party my friend's having." I scoffed "And get drunk, high and sleep with sluts right?" I turned my head to look up at him. "You are almost correct. I don't plan on drinking, I don't do that shit anymore. But the getting high and sleeping with sluts I defiantly will be doing." he says with a cheeky grin. "Why can't you just stay home and do something normal for once instead of trying to be a rebel?" I ask, genuinely concerned for him. "I don't have to try at being a rebel, I just am one. And you should get out more instead of staying at home and reading all the time. You should come with me to the party and hang out." A humorless laugh escaped my lips. "So I can watch you dance with random sluts, drag them to a room, screw them, then come out and start flirting with me because you're high? No thanks, I'll pass." I shrugged his arm off of me and started walking ahead of him, somehow upset that he would even suggest such a thing. "Oh, don't be jealous Kiera." he says, running up behind me and trying to keep up with my fast paced steps. "I'm not jealous of those sluts. I just don't like the decisions that you make sometimes, is all. it frustrates me." I stopped walking and turned my body to face him.  "You're such a downer you know that?" He says with a smile on his face. "Whatever." I say, rolling my eyes and giving a half smile. "I'll see you in math latter, aight?" He starts walking backwards toward the stairs. I nodded my head and waved slightly. 

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Almost falling asleep in biology was the most eventful thing that happened. We literally just sit there and do worksheets; the teacher doesn't even teach us! Needless to say, I was extremely happy when it was time for advisory because that meant crazy time with Max, Kenny and Jessica. We're strictly supposed to do math in our advisory class, but who needs math when you can talk about inappropriate things with your friend? You see, at the beginning of the year something specific happened to each of us and we would joke about them so much that they eventually stuck. Jessica is the phsyco. She just does weird shit like talking to herself, and I swear, she had multiple personality disorder. I catch her all the time having arguments with herself in class. Max is the 'gay' guy. He had to go to Monticello earlier this year for holding a plastic sward to Kenny's neck. Kenny and I joked about him becoming someone's bitch and about him getting a boyfriend. Needless to say, he gets a little pissy when we bring it up.  Kenny is the 'rapist'. I'm actually not exactly sure how this came to be, but we do have one particularly funny comment that we make about him; "Kenny likes his victims like he likes his wine; 5 years old and hidden in his basement." It was all Jessica's doing. And lastly there's me. I'm the slut/whore/player/prostitute. I was honored by this name because i'm always hugging up on my guy friends and flirting, but I cant really help that, I'm just a touchy feely person. Mine is defiantly the opposite of me though because I am the most innocent out of all of my friends, and oddly enough, I am the one that my friends joke about the most. They come up with some really good jokes though, I'll give them that, but they're not the only ones who can make hilarious jokes; I actually make some too. There was this one I made up when we were in p.e.. We were playing ultimate frisbee and I threw it and it went around the flag pole and I said, "It went around the pole......just like me at night." My friends busted out laughing at that one. I also made one that had to do with Max's alternative name too. Kenny made a joke about how Max has so many boyfriends and I said, "Max why don't you send some of them over to me. Maybe I can give them a better time than you." Kenny busted out laughing while Max just gave me this look that said, 'I'll get you for that one.' I have the strangest friends.

Lunch seemed to end as soon as it began. We only have 25 minutes to eat which sucks, but at least I have A lunch instead of D and at least I have Max and Kenny to hang out with. On my way to math, my last class of the day, Kenny and Max jumped out of nowhere and scared the shit out of me. "What the hell guys? You scared the shit out of me." I yelled at them with my hand over my heart. "I can see that." Max laughs. "You're just too easy to scare." Kenny says. "Are you sure she not just too easy?" Max says with his eyebrow raised. Kenny bursts out laughing and I gave Max this look saying, 'oh, I'll get you back for that one. You just wait.' "Well at least I don't have 8 boyfriends and don't know how to satisfy them." I say with a smirk on my face. Kenny goes ooooh and Max gives me a look of hatred but I can see the amusement in his eyes. "Touché."

In math Drake sat beside me and we talked for most of the class, meaning I paid absolutely not attention to the lesion. I'm failing math, but I'm trying my very best to pull up my grade, even though it doesn't seem like it sometimes to my parents. Nothing seems to be working though, but I'm not gonna stress about it because I know that I can do it. I'm a smart girl, I truly believe that, and I know my parents believe that as well and believe in me too.

After school I waited in the car rider line with Jessica for my mom. We don't get to hang out too much anymore because we don't have as many classes together like we did in middle school. "Hey, my rides here. Are you sure you're okay waiting by yourself?" I nodded my head and smiled at her. "Yeah. Go ahead hun, I'll see you in the morning." She smiled and nodded back, "See you in the morning." When Jessica left I got a text message from my mom saying that she wouldn't be able to pick me up because she had an emergency meeting a work. Fucking fantastic. Now I'm gonna have to walk home. The last thing I want to do after a long day at school is walk home, but how else am I going to get home, right?

I put my head phones in and started listening to 'Cruise' by Florida Georgia Line starting my walk home. When I was walking up my street, I felt like someone is following me; watching me. Turning around, there was nothing there except the empty street with trees lining them. I turned back around and started walking home again, still feeling ire when I walked in the house.