Beyond The Stake (2011)

As you were :P

Chapter 8

 Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was my alarm; I opened my sore eyes and stopped the alarm that I set on my phone before it waked Krissy up. Everything from the previous day was imprinted in my head. The day I spent with Vincent Maverick and the incident at night where Krissy was battling a zombie. I didn’t miss a single detail it was all so important.

When I finished my morning habit, I changed out of my white gown and replaced it with my school uniform. I found the black vest I wore yesterday and matched it on top of my white blouse as usual. My final touch up was a light blue scarf. I tied it into a knot and left it hanging like a tie. I tied my air into a loose bun then stuffed my books for the day in it. I tiptoed outside slowly, and down the stairs. I opened the door and shut it with a soft click.

On my way to school I dropped in at the post office. McDonald’s was my next stop thereafter. I ordered breakfast takeout. Walking whilst eating wasn’t good for me but I was running late, not that any of my teachers cared. School wasn’t really school in a small town like this, it didn’t have much rules since our principles and teachers always left and students ‘tend to leave the town for another place. Dainty high is small and there’s always drama everywhere you go. It is social suicide.

My first class of the day was English with Mr. Rhine. I walked into class and smiled apologetically to him. As usual he wouldn’t say a word and just smile back at me, then gestures me to take a seat quietly, which never really happens when I’m in the room.

With the coffee in my hand I moved to my usual seat at the back corner. I always sat alone in English drawing in my book and dropping in and out of the teachers’ speech but today I saw that the chair next to mine was taken. My unexpected acquaintance was …

“Vincent.” I was surprised that it was him. I never thought that he was schooling today.

He smiled that irresistible smile that makes me bedazzled.

I placed my drink on the table, slump my tote bag on the floor after taking my book and some writing equipment out and then slid into my seat.

“Why are you here?”

“School, why else?” he replied silently.

“I thought, wait. How come you didn’t tell me yesterday?”

“You never asked.”

“But you could’ve told me.”

He shrugged.

“Um, what are we supposed to be doing?” I asked.

“You would know if you didn’t come late.”

“I didn’t come late. This is actually early, I broke my own record.”

“Didn’t you get enough sleep?”

“For a matter of fact, no, I didn’t. The night just flew by just like that. Before I knew it, my alarm went off.” I responded.

“When did you sleep?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Are you sure you didn’t sneak out and rob a bank in the middle of the night.”

No, but I did sneak out in the middle of the night and meet up with a slayer named Krissy.

I laughed, “A bank? Are you serious their security system is … I don’t know?”

“Poetry,”

“Huh?” I mumbled.

“That’s what we’re doing. We’re creating a free verse poem on love, based on real life experiences that we have felt now or before about the subject.”