Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

2.

Wait. What the fuck did he just say?

"Excuse me. Was that a fucking threat?"

He paused to look at me for a moment, appearing to be a little bit surprised by my bold reply.

Guess you hadn't seen that coming, fucker.

To be completely honest, my appearance was kind of deceiving. I was short and more on the skinny side, with colorful clothes and an angel face that could definitely trick you. It usually did. Too bad that my fucked-up personality tended to ruin all that. I was fucking wicked, with a wretched mouth and a shitty attitude.

It kinda happened, after several cases of unwanted touching and groping from guys and verbal abuse coming from jealous bitches. I learned how to grow a thicker skin and toughen up from the early age of twelve. Bullying made you like that sometimes.

"Hmm...looks like the kitty has claws," He muttered under his breath, his darkened gaze holding my own into a challenging way.

"Leave me alone, you weirdo. You don't even know anything about me," I retorted, averting my gaze to the front of the classroom.

There goes his chance at befriending me.

"Oh but I do know who you are, Carina Evangeline DeLuca," He leaned closer to whisper into my ear.

My blood immediately froze in my veins at the sound of that, remaining completely still. I refused to even look at him again.

How did he know that? And why?

No one knew my full name. Not even my own two best friends.

No one, excepting my own family.

I myself did not even know the reason why we had been instructed by our father to keep our full names a secret, but we always did, ever since we could spell them. It was his last wish.

Yet somehow, this scary and dark-looking fucker sitting right next to me seemed to know it very well.

How? Why? And most of all, why now? I kept asking myself as I blankly looked ahead, ignoring him as much as I could for the rest of that class. Losing track of the time until the bell finally rang.

I could not scramble away faster as I clumsily grabbed my things and made a bee-line straight to the door, barely hearing Jess call out for me from somewhere close behind.

I did not mind her and ran to find my sister. My eyes were wide and my heart was pounding so hard as I looked at her with desperation as soon as I noticed her walking down the hallway with Kayla.

I gave her a suggestive look as soon as her hazel eyes found my own, darting forward to grab her arm and drag her all the way towards the girls' bathroom before our friends could even try to ask what was happening.

"He knows. He knows my name, Dre," I whispered with panic as soon as we had entered and locked ourselves inside, receiving a wild look from her.

"What? Who?"

"That weird goth guy we saw in the parking lot!"

"Who? The hottie? Nathan?" She raised a brow.

"Yes, the-"

"The fuck, Dre, could you please stop thinking with your pussy for a moment here? This is some serious shit we're talking about!" I paused to scold her.

"But how-did you ask him who he is or what he wants?"

"No! Of course not, are you fucking mental? I ran out of there as fast as I could!"