The Vampire Queen to Be

Chapter 3: Confusion

---Ah, the logic of a sixth grader, how refreshing---

During next class, he didn't even look at me, he just sat, staring at the white board. I would peek at him one or two times, just to see if I could figure out why he was acting this way, there was no trace or hint why. He wouldn't look back at me.

I slumped down in my seat, and pouted like a spoiled child. He glanced at me but I refused to look his way.

Oh so now he looks at me? Well too bad, I'm not returning the favor, Bub! I thought.

I was acting like a brat but that's how I saw things. I kept facing forward and ignoring him. I could see he shifted his gaze from my face directly to my eyes. He was trying to hold my eyes to his, trying to make me look at him. But I wouldn't, I wouldn't just give up that easily. No, I would be just as stubborn as I wanted.

I heard an annoyed sigh in his direction and clenched my fist hard to keep my focus on the whiteboard. He turned back to the whiteboard and I couldn't help but look just once. So I did ever so slightly. He was looking back, almost a snide look but still no features showed anything! This pushed my annoyed limit to the max.

I turned my head back and glared at the white board. He didn't make any moves or sounds after that. He just sat, like a statue. My hands shook lightly and I blew up.

"Vampire!" I whispered at him rudely and turned back. All of the anger suddenly washed off and my shoulders lowered. Honestly I didn't even know what had caused me to be unkind to him but I suddenly regretted it.

"Sorry." I mumbled even quieter not sure if he could hear me. I could barely hear myself. He raised an eyebrow as if something in my voice caught his attention.

Could he hear that?

RING, RING!

Next class was Math. It is my best subject.

It was sad to think that I had to sit next to him in every class but to having to speak to him for partner assignments was going to be awkward.

I quickly swiveled through the obstacles of the all life endangering hallway, and made it to my class. The back four seats were empty; mine was the corner farthest from the teacher. The two other students were absent today. The seat next to mine would be where the new kid would sit. I took my seat, pulled out my assignment from yesterday from my binder, set it next to me, and laid my head down upon my desk.

It didn't take long to realize the new kid had already taken his spot next to me without a sound.

I sighed and lifted my head from the desk and kept my eyes forward, trying to keep my attention focused on the teacher. Again I started to write my notes.

After forty and a half minutes had passed -I had been counting since I was desperate to get out of this air tight, eye peeping, staring death hole of Hell-. Every second I tried harder to focus on the teacher, I could feel his eyes on me. Like a bug I knew was there but was too afraid to flick it off.

RING, RING!

Sanctuary! I thought and stood.
I swiftly picked up my things and zoomed off to lunch.
When I made it to the naturally crowded lunchroom I slid my binder onto an empty table and grabbed my student ID. No other binder was there but I knew that once I got back to my table with my lunch the entire table would be filled with four more binders, two lunch bags, and a slightly torn poetry book my friend, Kenya, borrowed from me. It was my book; I wrote poetry on my own time and let Kenya read them over the weekends.