Blood Bonds
Chapter 2: The First Day.
The evening flies by without me realising and before I know it I am being carted up into my room giggling and joking. I fall on what looks like a bed, full clothed and within moments I drop off.
In the room is a woman. She has elegant, golden hair and a smile which sweeps you off your feet. Her majestic dress flows as an unpredicted chill sweeps through the room. Her ruby lips curl into a smile as she pats the spare space on the couch, gesturing for me to go and sit with her. Without realising, my feet guide me towards her and I sit next to her. I feel awkward, just her presence is enough to make me want to bow and worship the ground she walks on. She tilts her head to the side and leans in close enough that I can feel her breath sweep down my neck. My vision zooms in on her eyes. Without warning her eyes flicker in a blink and the iris’ expand, turning a blood red colour matching her lips. The sweet smile turns into a sickly sneer and she screams at me.
I sit up in bed to a beeping sound ringing in my ears. I blink multiple times, searching all corners of the room which I am unused to. Realising there are no potential threats lurking in my wash basket and dresser I turn off my alarm and roll my eyes before laying back down in bed with a huge sigh. I run my fingers through my hair, out of habit, and wonder what the dream was about.
Since I never have hangovers after drinking, I am in a cheery mood and whistle my way to the bathroom. I crack my neck and massage it slightly before stripping down and jumping into the shower. After five minutes of washing I jump out and yelp slightly at how cold the air is, that’s unusual I think to myself before wrapping a towel round my waist, grabbing my dirty clothes and stepping into the hallway.
As I turn, I crash into a very ungothed Eve. She looks completely different on a morning. I grab her before she tumbles to the floor then widen my eyes and grab my towel as I feel the knot start to loosen. My cheeks turn a brilliant shade of pink as I run into my room with Eve’s giggles ringing through my ears.
I find some new clothes hung up on my wardrobe handle and a note attached. The note reads ‘Wouldn’t want my little brother looking all scruffy on his first day of High School now would we? ;)
–Claire xo’ which makes me smile slightly. A loose black shirt with some dark skinny jeans to go with it. She knows my style. I laugh and slip into them quickly before straightening my hair to the side in an emo way. I put some hairspray on and spray some deodorant before grabbing my bags and making sure I have the correct books, I jog downstairs to see the others eating breakfast.
"Yo." I say to which I get a grumpy chorus of ‘Hey’ back. It’s amazing how they all accepted me but they barely know anything about me.
"Hungover?" I ask with a wicked smile and I catch Eve staring slightly. When I notice she blushes and looks away which just turns my grin even more wicked.
"As hell bro. S’okay for some." Shane replies to which Michael nods and agrees with.
"Well, I’m heading off to school, you coming?" I ask Claire before stealing a slice of Michael’s toast and jumping out of range of his reaching hands. Claire nods and holds a slice of toast in her mouth whilst getting her coat on. She gives Shane a not-so-quick kiss and sets off walking out of the door. I wave at the others before setting off after her.
The journey is quite uneventful as I give Claire nods and simple responses to her questions as I’m not quite all there. My mind is still set on the dream I had last night…it seems a lot more vague, I can’t remember specific details about it which is really starting to frustrate me. The harder I try, the more I forget. I sigh and adjust my backpack, it’s pointless even trying.
We reach the gates and Claire takes me to my first classroom.
"Well…good luck." She tells me and walks off backwards with a wave. I respond with a small smile and a wave before walking into the room. The teacher has already begun the lecture on the anatomy of stem cells and doesn’t at all acknowledge my presence so I just walk over to one of the only empty seat.
After around twenty minutes of tapping my pencil against the desk and hopelessly trying to take in what the professor is saying, I don’t have Claire’s brains, I look around the room and she is the first thing I notice. A killer tan covered what was visible of her skin, which was quite a lot, and as my eyes travelled further up her body, finally reaching her face, she took off a pair of shades and actually bit her lip. She flips her glossed, mahogany (THAT IS MAHOGANY!!!) hair, keeping my gaze the whole time. She was beautiful and totally my type.
Every two minutes or so we kept glancing at each other and her, as well as most of her friends kept looking over and giggling which caused me to blush. This caused even more nudging and giggling. Girls…
Finally, the lesson ended and, as I packed my things in my bag, the girl confidently walked her way towards me and held out a hand. "Hey, gorgeous. I’m Monica Morell, and you’re new here, so you won’t know who I am. We will have to change that." She states with a wink.
AN: Hey all! I’d just like to give my friend Olivia a thank you for helping me when I had Writer’s Blog, this is my first fanfic and I LOVE writing. Hehe, your support means so much to me and it would be helpful if more came in. Joshwaa’ <3
