I'm the Human in this Boarding School

I'm the Human in this Boarding School [Chap. 25]

"Why were you two breaking into a jewelry store?" the first cop asked us, not even bothering to give us time to sit down in the oh-so-comfy chairs they've provided us. I'm just joking. These chairs were more uncomfortable than the ones they had in the cafeteria at my old school.

This was after they finished slamming us around, knocking our heads on shit, ect. that they decided to start questioning us and stop abusing us. Not that it really bothered Zephyr and I, but these are pretty agressive police officers. I've no idea how they're still aloud to work here...

I sighed in exasperation. "We weren't breaking into that damn store! I don't know how many times we've got to tell you guys this bit of information."

"It sure seemed like you two were. You're also wanted by the FBI."

I ran a hand through my hair. "You're right," I said, standing up and placing my hand-cuffed hands on the table in front of me. I lowered my voice. "And we're pretty damn dangerous."

Zephyr gave me the most interesting face. It was basically his quiet way of asking me, "What the hell are you getting us into now?"

I gave him a look back that told him to play along. I've no idea how this could possibly end in our favor if we just keep provoking them, but whatever. We might as well have some fun with this situation. We're vampires, anyways. I'm not that much stronger than the police officers, but I know for a fact that Zephyr is, and I've got my unique powers. With me by Zephyr's side, we're a lethal pair.

The only bad thing that'll really happen from this is the fact that we'll have a bunch of FBI people and other authorities chasing after us for a long time for no reason at all. It won't even be that bad, it'll just be kinda annoying.

I could see the police officer lose his bad-ass attiude at my threatening voice.

Ha. What a pansy.

"We know you are. That's why you'll be locked up in jail for a very long time," his voice was slightly shakey.

"We'll see about that."

"Guards," the cop barked. "Take them away. And make sure they're not in the same jail-cell."

I turned to the guards, the most menacing look on my face that I could muster, and said, "We better be in the same cell."

"Sure, okay."

He took Zephyr and I to a cell that was very secluded and dark. That didn't bother us. We needed to be alone to figure out how we're going to get out of this mess. It won't be too hard, but it's always fun to come up with a plan or two.

The cell wasn't very big. There was a sink with a cracked mirror above it, a tiny toilet off to the corner of the cell, and there was one twin-sized bed that was on the same wall as the sink.

The guard took our handcuffs off and then locked us in the cell.

I sat down on the bed and Zephyr sat down next to me. The bed was lumpy and the matress was thin. The blanket was the same way.

I glanced over at him with a grin on my face. "It seems to me that we're now partners in crime."

He grinned back. "I guess so."

"So, how long you wanna stay here?" I asked him.

"I don't really care. We're safe from the Council for now. And if they just so happened to show up in front of our cell, all we'd need to do is break out the bars of the window that's in here and we're free from them."

"Well, at least we've got that planned out," I said.

"Yeah."

"Now what?"

"I don't know. This is gonna be really boring, but oh well. It's not that bad really. We can make up our own games to play," he winked at me when he said this.

I giggled. "Zephyr, you're such a pervert. We're in jail, and that's all you're really thinking about."

"We're bored though," he complained.

"Well, let's come up with a game then."

He grinned. "I've got an idea. How about we think of a number between one and fifty. You have to guess the number the person is thinking of, and if you guess right, then you get to do something to the other person. If you guess wrong, then the person who thought of the number get's to do something to the person who guessed wrong."

"Okay, kinda confusing, but oh well. I'll go first. What number am I thinking about?"

"Twenty-eight," he told me, confidence flowing through his voice.

My mouth dropped. "How'd you know?" I gasped.

"I'm good at these games," he told me, getting closer to me. He only kissed me. I was a little disappointed, but I didn't let that show.

"Your turn," I told him.

"Okay, what number am I thinking about?" he asked me.

"Fifteen," I guessed.

"Wrong," he replied, smirking. "I get to do something to you again." He placed his mouth on the base of my neck. At first, I thought he was gonna bite me. In a way he did, because he gave me a hickey. I shuddered. That was the first hickey I've ever gotten.

"My turn. What number am I thinking of?" I asked him after I thought a little.

"Thirty-five point nine."

"What the hell?" That was exactly what I'd been thinking of. I was so sure he wouldn't guess that! "How'd you know that?"

"Did I ever tell you that I can read minds?" he asked, his famous smirk in place on his mouth.

"That's so unfair."

"I'm sure you could too, if you tried."

"Nah, I'm not a cheater like you." I was only joking, and he knew that. Obviously.

Suddenly, I blushed furiously. "I can't believe you've always known what I've been thinking! Oh my God, what an embarrassment."

He smiled. "I like listening to your thoughts. They amuse me."

"That's nice," I said sarcastically.

He grinned again for like the third time tonight. "Don't be embarrassed," he told me, gently kissing me on the lips. "I love you, and I know that you love me back. One, because your heart beat just increased reasonably, and two, I would always hear you debating with yourself about whether or not you should love me back. Then one day, you told yourself that you loved me and that you didn't plan on saying it to me for a while."

"That's exactly what I've been thinking."

He pulled me into his lap and I laid my head on his shoulder. "You know, I don't always read your mind. I agree that it's an invasion of privacy, that's why I don't always do it. Only when I feel like it or when I want to know what's wrong with you."

"Well, that makes me feel slightly better," I told him.

"That's good."

He placed one more gentle kiss on my lips before we laid down for the night on the unfomfortable bed to get some rest for a possible big day tomorrow.

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That was chapter 25! I hope you guys liked it. I'm sorry that it's short, but I'm so tired right now, that whenever I blink, my eye lids stick together. Yeah, I know, that's weird.

Well, that's all.

Until next time, vote, comment, fan? :)

Off to bed... zZzZz