The Vampire Covens

Ch. 2 Hall Monitor

Ch. 2:

            I move slowly and silently towards my desk in shock, I figured I’d be paired with the normal person who also lacks a partner but Mr. Hoff surprises me with this? What the hell? I look around at the staring faces, mainly jealous females with deep frowns and scowls on their face, the guys on the other hand couldn’t look more bored. As I sit in my seat I glance over my shoulder at Angelique Martinez, the known bitch of the school, and a look of pure hatred and envy is plastered on her cold beautiful features. It’s not my fault I’m paired up with him, I’d gladly switch places. I smirk at her anyways knowing the wheels are turning in her brain and I can almost guess the rumor mill is going to be packed with lies about me this afternoon. She’s the kind of person that doesn’t have a soul let alone decency and compassion for her fellow humans and takes pride in destroying whatever self-integrity they have, but luckily I can care less about her bullshit so I silently salute her and tell her to have at it.

            I turn to face the teacher as he blabs on about World War II and try to ignore the fact that I’m sitting next to Zane as his sent fills the air around me. Well this is going to be harder than I thought. Mr. Hoff drones on and on about the assignment but i can’t seem to focus, between being suffocated by the sweet woodsy smell of Zane and the bland un-enthusiastic teaching style of Mr. Hoff it’s a wonder why I haven’t passed out by now.

            My eyelids are glued to the board but glazed over with the intent to daydream, deep green eyes begin to shine and focus into a perfect picture. The colors of spring surround him and cause him to look less mysterious and more approachable. He’s standing in the middle of a meadow smiling a beautiful smile as radiant as the sun as it beats down on my shoulders. I’m ripped back into reality when a certain someone elbow bumps me in my arm. I turn to face him for the first time since class started and raise my eyebrow. He smirks in return and I confusedly shake my head, “You should really pay attention.” He says. Wow his voice is deep and husky, unlike any guy I’ve ever talked to in this school. “I’m not doing this assignment on my own.”

            “Sorry.” I mumble, too embarrassed to even think of anything else to say and I focus my attention on Mr. Hoff. The rest of the period was as boring as usual nothing traumatic happened, I’ve always had a hard time listening to Mr. Hoff, mainly because his teaching method consist of a monotone sense of drowsiness and an un-interested lack of enthusiasm, seriously I think he hates his job. I would rather smack my head against my desk repeatedly rather than endure his class but as fate would have it I have no choice in the matter.

            The piercing bell rings releasing me from my hell. I pick up my papers and shove them in my backpack and look up to see Zane practically running out of the door. Well I made a good first impression. I’m the last one out the door, of course, and I’m kind of stoked for my next class, finally I get to go to my art class. Walking down the long hallway I’m used to not paying attention to where I’m going, what I’m not used to however is being stopped by a locker door. I rub my forehead and squint up from where I landed on the linoleum floor. I look up to see whose locker I so brilliantly smacked into and to my horror it was Porter Duccatti’s.

            Great! The self-proclaimed ladies’ man and captain of the football team with the ego the size of a hot air balloon. Just my luck! I get up and straighten out my outfit and make sure there’s no dirt or just plain high school gunk on my ass and I hear laughing coming from the other side of the open locker. Well happy to see I caught his attention, yay me! He steps around his locker and slams the dingy door whilst leaning against it with his palm. Oh he’s talented…