Hunting For Love [student/teacher]

VII

SEVEN
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Author's POV

"Mr. Delle," the young girl age of seventeen with auburn hair, pale skin, skinny fit figure and glossy pinkish lips said leaning back on the wall and crossing her arms against her chest, "how and when can we kill vampires?"

"Call me Elvis, sweetheart," Mr. Delle smirked with a southern accent, "and all of you hunters need to learn are the basics. Their weaknesses and the weapons you will be using. Ya'll may become a master of hunting vampires. It will be soon. Very soon."

Elvis Delle paused for a moment to admire at the four young teenagers in front of him but the young girl interrupted Mr. Delle.

She sauntered leisurely towards him and glared at his brown eyes, "my crew are willing to do anything to be a professional vampire hunter like you, Mr. Delle."

Mr. Delle grinned at the young girl and at her young friends but instead he just walked up to the window and watched the view of the horizon and sighed.

Mr. Delle scratched the back of his head, "are you sure, you and your friends are willing to do anything?" He stared straight at each one of them.

"Yes," she tilted her neck to face her friends and they nodded their heads, "we are Mr. Delle."

Every one of them smiled but overwhelming scared that if they ever want to get out from this work of hunting vampires, they would never come back alive to see their friends and family.

RJ Hensley POV

It's Tuesday morning, all the students, two teachers and the principal were in the bus taking a field trip to the art museum for my art class since I got for the whole senior year. 

To be honest here, I rather be in a class doing some random-ridiculous pranks or maybe just sleep the whole hours of school time but no, I ended up being stuck here with my friends that soon we'll be watching paintings of artists who I don't know who the hell they are.

"Isn't this great?" Amber squealed like a cute mouse.

"How is this great, Amber?" I asked her placing my forearm on her shoulder. 

"We're going to see famous paintings. Famous paintings, Jilly," she smiled so wide, looking like a little girl excited to ride a pony.

Amber likes to call me Jilly instead of Jillian or RJ but I don't mind it at all.

"Famous paintings from strangers we barely know," I explained. Amber sighed and looked away disappointed from me.

I took a glimpse of Carlsen speaking with Bridget McCain. You may already know who she is, let me refresh your memories once again. Bridget is the popular girl from school that there is some gossip that she may could be pregnant from some random guy.

Anyway, let's talk something else. I haven't talked to little Tommy since the night that mister Millington saved me from those horny bastards. Little Tommy has tried calling me but I been ignoring the text messages and the calls from him.

"Are you alright?" Jezlynn asked me, smiling.

"Maybe," I said, "why?"

"Look," she started of, "we all talked about why we didn't invite Tommy to the movies. But he still needs to pass tests to participated the gang of ours," Jezlynn asked.

I sighed, "it doesn't matter. Tommy and I aren't talking at all," I tilted my head towards the bus' window to see the view of vehicles passing by the road.

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The driver parked the bus into a parallel position next to the entrance of the art museum.