Darknights Great Secret - a Vampire story

Chapter Twenty-Three

I entered the classroom noticing Dwight's presence right away. For someone who don't have any kind words within them, he sure were surrounded by several people. I took a seat furthest from Dwight which were the seat closes to the entrance. Convenient, I thought. Once class was over I could quickly escape this room which contained the same air Dwight was breathing. I am actually quite easy to annoy though I usually don't bear grudges. However, Dwight doesn't give me the time to get over a grudge. He keep adding annoying happenings to my list. Not that there is an actually list, just a mental one. I took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. I knew I had eyes burning holes in my back. Being the only human was apparently very unusual. I tried to ignore the stares to the best of my ability.
"Hey, Dwight, you're coming to the game tonight?" A boy asked him. I don't understand why I am so curious of what concerns him, I thought grumpily.
"Nah, don't think so." He answered casually.
"What? Why not?" The boy questioned.
"I don't feel like getting burnt, you know?" Dwight explained.
"Then just avoid the ball." The boy said as it was obvious.
"Then who will protect your little princess-ass?" Dwight smirked soundly.
"Oh my, you would protect me?" The boy said in a high pitch tone, right after a sound of someone hitting appeared. I bit my lip in order to contain my laughter.
"Hey guys!" a petit girl said as she appeared on the threshold. She wore a bright smile and her hazel eyes were clearly focusing on the boys by the window. Her blonde hair was kept up in two ponytails making a purple strand of hair visible.
"Hey Nora!" someone said and other replied to her announcement. I saw her take a slight breath and her focus shifted. Her gaze then made it's way towards me. She held an disquieting stare and the awkward being I was; not particularly fond of such stares, swallowed and tried to look anywhere else but at her. I shifted in my seat and seconds passed and I decided to make sure I was safe from her stare which I weren't. I was about to let out a slight greeting, wanting to make this happening less awkward but a breeze passed me and Dwight appeared by her side, back towards me. I noticed how he gently moved his hand along her arm until he reached her hand which he connected with his. I think I could hear him whisper words along the line with "It's okay." I swallowed and felt a lump from in my stomach. I hastily shifted my gaze away from them and stared blankly at the desk infront of me. Dwight and the girl Nora passed by my desk, hands entwined. Seconds later a young man with disheveled ginger hair entered with brisk steps.
"Good morning class!" He said smiling as the students hurried to their seats. The teachers golden eyes drifted over us and he halted at me.
"You're not Mister Tate, not that I expected him to be seated in any seat." The ginger said as he scratched the back of his head, smiling. To his comment he received some chuckles.
"You must be Quinn Dale, am I right?" He continued, looking up and giving me an innocent smile, to which I nodded.
"Well, I'm glad to have you in my class. I am Oliver Lewis." He sounded as he adjusted his bright red bowtie. He turned once again towards the class.
"So, I hope every single one of you can recite "A dream" by Edgar Allan Poe!" He announced, leaning forward on his desk with a smirk.
"Oh," He sounded and gave me his attention once again.
"Since you weren't present at our last lesson I won't pressure you to know it by heart. However, do you know who he was?" He asked gently. I would almost be offended if he didn't ask in the way he did. Who didn't know who Edgar Allan Poe was?
"Yes, I know who he was." I answered confidently which he picked up.
"You do? Then ... Would you mind telling me when he lived?" He challenged me.
"He was born 1809 and died in 1849." I answered as confident. I would not be beaten in poetry. I would like to recite the poem to him as well thought I don't want to be a show off in my first class.
"Very well, Miss Dale." He said, nodding pleased to which I responded with a smile.
"Then, who would like to recite the poem?" He said, gaze going from student to student. Yet no one volunteered. Time passed and no one made any sign of want to recite. Then the sound of a chair being pushed back was heard. I turned around and saw Dwight standing up. You've got to be kidding me. Was he going to recite it? I can hardly believe it. His favorite book's pages contained only one word. How in the world would he recite a whole text? I thought, trying to keep a chuckle in. I accidentally locked eyes with him as I smiled like a fool. His cold stare bore into my eyes. Then he smirked, as if he wanted to prove me wrong. My foolish smile disappeared and was replaced with a thin line and I peered at him, accepting his challenge.
"Lovely, go ahead." Mrs. Lewis announced. Dwight took a breath and then focused ahead.
"In visions of the dark night. I have dreamed of joy departed – But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted ..." as Dwight begun, reciting the first verse correctly I was shocked. I didn't take him as a poetry person. Dwight ended the poem and sat down.
"Very well! A great example!" Mrs. Lewis voiced pleased. The class continued on analyzing the poem and breaking it up into bits. Interesting, as always. However, Dwight was not very active in class. He didn't utter a word, no opinion or thought on the poem and Mrs. Lewis didn't pressure him. Class neared it's end and Mrs. Lewis gave us another of Poe's poems to recite until next week. He also gave me a note about seating as well as information about the class before he left the classroom. I folded my notebook which I received from Mrs. Collins this morning, and slid it down my bag. I stood up wanting to leave the classroom as quick as possible however my way suddenly was blocked by a broad chest. I looked up to find the owner of the chest. I stumbled a bit once I realized it was Dwight.
"Wha-What do you want?" I asked, trying to must courage. I don't understand why he was so intimidating to talk to. He arched one eyebrow and huffed.
"You mean you haven't looked at the schedule? Hardly, I heard you complain about it this very morning." He said, folding his arms over his chest.
"I have ..!" I begun. I had read it, though that doesn't mean I've memorized it. We locked eyes and his expressing amusement as I glared at him. His gaze shifted to something behind me and as I was about to turn to see what Dwight grabbed me by my arm and dragged me out of the classroom.