Welcome to Night school: A short story

Chapter three

(The main character Lucas belongs to @AriaNightmare from her book Omens. Go check it out!)

Wyatt blinked at the group. "Oh. Vampires. I knew this was coming. I think." A guy with shiny black hair stepped forward, so Lucas assumed he was the little ring leader of the group. "Hey," He greeted Lucas with a sly grin. "So your the new noble blood vampire huh?" Lucas didn't like this guy. Or his little group for that matter. They all had an extremely smug attitude, as if they were much better than everyone else. "What's it matter to you?" Lucas asked coldly. The guy's lips tugged into a smile. "Easy. I'm not here to upset you. I just wanna talk. My name is Amar. This is Quin, Rose, Harriet, Mary, and Jake." He gestured to the people behind him.

"Well that's great," Lucas grumbled. "What do you want? If you don't want anything, screw off." Amar smiled. "No need to be so hostile my friend, I simply want to offer you something." "Hey Lucas," Wyatt poked his arm. "It's twelve twenty-three. I should take you to your class. If you want." Amar turned to Wyatt and his face contorted into one of disgust. "Stay out of vampire matters, Limb dropper. This doesn't concern you!" Wyatt didn't look insulted in the least. "I'm a Limbless." "Your filth," Mary hissed while the other two girls giggled. Lucas felt anger boil inside of him. "Look, Lucas was is?" Quin said, stepping forward. "Why don't you come hang with us? You don't have to associate with. . . Other breeds. We pure bloods have to stick together, don't we? If you come with us, you'll get the best. I promise you that. So what do you say?" He stuck out his hand. Lucas glared at him. Quin nodded toward Mary.

She caught his meaning and stepped forward, smoothing her skirt. She was pretty, with fair golden hair and a thin body. "I was just like you Lucas," She purred, leaning her body forward. Lucas felt his cheeks grow hot and swallowed, shuffling back a few steps. Her smile widened. "I was new at this school," She continued. "I didn't have any friends. I didn't know who I should or shouldn't socialize with," She glanced pointedly at Wyatt who was spacing out. "But then Amar and his group helped me. They showed me around the school and have become my friends. I was skeptical at first, but it's really for the best that us pure bloods stick together. You know. . ." She took a step forward and looked Lucas up and down, absorbing him. She gave a satisfied smirk. "I'm really glad you came. I've been looking for a boyfriend." She smiled flirtatiously. "So, how about it? Hang out with me?"

Lucas's face felt hot and he shook his head to clear it. "N-no." He took a deep breath and looked directly into her face, his eyes hard. "No thanks. Now would you move it? Wyatt and I need to get by." He shoved past her and pushed his way from the group who threw him looks of great contempt and distaste. Wyatt ran over to walk beside him, giving him a blank stare. "You refused them," He stated. "Yeah," Lucas huffed, taking long angry strides. "So what?" Lucas hated those types of groups. They were worse then stupid people. He felt his anger rise and he gritted his teeth. They acted like they were just SOOO much better than anyone else. Like everyone should feel unworthy to be in their glorious presence. Pfft. Please. "Take me to my class," He growled at Wyatt. "I need to get my mind off those losers." Wyatt closed his mouth and nodded, leading him to the class.

"Hey," Wyatt said. "Thanks." Lucas glanced over at him, confused. For what?" "For not being mean to me too." Wyatt spoke with no emotion, face as blank as ever. "You could have just accepted their friendship. I wouldn't blame you. They lead glamorous lives. You would have had fun with them," He took a right then went left. "But then you would have had to be a jerk to people like me. It's a small price to pay. But you didn't. So thanks." Lucas gave him a weird look. "Your. . . Really odd. You know that Wyatt? I don't get half the things that come out of your mouth." Wyatt shrugged. "If it helps, I can take off my head again." Lucas felt a flash of alarm. "No no, that's not a great thing to do to my stomach." Wyatt's lips stretched into a grin. "You sure? It's rather easy." "Wyatt," Lucas said firmly, emphasizing each word. "Do not take off your head."