The Bartender's Vampire [COMPLETED]

Chapter Three - Good Morning

Clawd stares at the screen of his phone, wondering if he should really text Draculaura or not. He wants to—Oh, God how he wants to—but he doesn't want to come off as clingy or needy to a girl he's just met. Especially a girl that doesn't know she's meant to be his mate.

The text he wants to send is simple, nearly meaningless. It certainly won't affect his relationship with the small vampire. With a sigh, he clicks send.

Good morning.

He quickly taps the power button on his phone and tosses it in front of him on his bed.

He's sitting Indian-style, hands clasped together beneath his chin. His dark, yellow eyes are focused on his phone. If intense stares could kill, he'd need to hold a funeral for his phone soon.

When his screen lights up, his hand shoots out to grab his cell.

Well, good morning to you, too.

Before he can type up a reply, Draculaura sends another text.

Thanks again for walking me back to the dorms.

My pleasure.

Almost immediately, he regrets hitting send. Did that sound too creepy? Did he just ruin any chance he has with this girl?

What're you up to?

Clawd lets out a relieved breath. Obviously, it hasn't freaked her out. Or, if it had, she was still packing her bags in preparation of running for the hills.

Sitting in my dorm. No class until Monday.

You?

No classes until Monday, either. So I'm writing at the moment.

You write?

Yep. I like story-telling. Although I just do little articles for the school newspaper, right now. Some day, I hope writing becomes more than that for me.

I'm sure it will, Draculaura. You know, reaching for the stars and whatnot. If you dream big enough, you'll get there.

Ha, thanks.

Do you have any hobbies?

Sports, mainly. Casketball, football, track, and SKRM.

Besides writing, what about you?

I did fearleading in high school for all sports. Now I only cheer for football.

Also taking an interest in track this year.

Awesome. First football game's coming up soon. Does that mean I'll see you there?

Of course, Number Thirty-Two.

Clawd rakes a hand through his brown hair. So she does know who he is. Captain of the football team, number thirty-two.

Cool. Friday.

Haha, yeah. How's practice going?

Good. A lot of running, obviously, but it's okay.

The game falls on a full moon day. Does that prevent you from doing anything?

Nah. Coach knows I can control the moon-freak-powers thing.

Oh, that's good.

Yeah.

Clawdeen wants me to tell you that she's not working her shift tonight.

Something about a test on Monday that she needs to study for.

Clawd groans. His younger sister is such a pain sometimes.

Great. Tell her I'll take over for her.

She says thanks.

He clears his throat as he types up his next response. He rereads it a total of three times before closing his eyes and pressing send. He drops his phone to his lap, staring at the screen.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Of course.

Again, he takes nearly three minutes to perfect his response.

Would you like to, I don't know, go out for coffee or lunch sometime?

He watches the three dots appear in the bottom left-hand corner of his screen. He already regrets asking. It's far too soon for—

I'd love that.

His yellow eyes widen for a moment before he responds.

Really? Awesome!

When?

Does Friday before the game work for you? We can go out for lunch then?

Sure. I have a class just before noon if you wanted to wait for me out in the courtyard?

Will do.

It's a date.

Slowly, a smile forms on the werewolf's face. This vampire was definitely meant to be his mate.

He's never been so excited for a Friday in his life.

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