A Vampire Tale

Chapter 5

  Brenda
Taylor decided to walk me home. Jason didn't want to stay any longer because he was a bit scared of Ann-Marie and he had to get ready for soccer practice.

"How did you do that?" I asked him.

"Do what?" he asked, confused.

"Jump off the school and land without getting hurt," I explained to him.

He smirked, "I can't tell you. You won't believe me if I did."

I nodded, "try me. I can keep a secret."

He took one look at me before stopping in place, "alright. I am a member of a top secret organization. They trained me to do all kinds of stuff." I somehow believed him. He could do much more than the other guys.

"Cool. What do you do there?" I asked him.

He shook his head no, "I can't tell you that. My position may shock you if you find out."

I frowned, "why? What do you do in that association?"

He sighed and took my hand. He led me down the street and around a corner before stopping. "I shouldn't have told you anything. Look, forget about the association. Your going to get me in trouble if any members are around," he told me.

I stayed silent as he continued walking. I followed him until we reached my house. "Thanks for walking me home," I told him.

He pushed his fingers through his raven black hair and sighed, "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings but I can't afford to get caught telling you." I nodded, understanding his reason.

"Come on, let's go inside," I told him with a smile. I grabbed his hand before he could leave and led him to the porch. I dropped my backpack and sat on the porch swing. He did the same as I began swinging slowly. "What did she say to you that made you explode in class?" I asked him.

He shook his head, "she knows about me. She knows the things I never told anyone."

"Like what? Your dream to one day own a multimillion dollar company and become a rich man?" I asked him.

"Where'd you get that from? I was talking about my childhood. You already know that when I was four years old, my parents were murdered and I was kidnapped," he told me.

I nodded, "I know. I had to cross my heart that I wouldn't tell anyone."

"I don't know how she found out if she reads old newspapers, but she knows more than anybody else."

I rested my hand on top of his comfortingly, "just give her some time. Maybe she will give you hints on how she found out."

He moved closer to me, "that's something I don't have. Not for her, anyways. I've been told to keep my distance until... well that's my order so I have to follow it." Now we were face to face. We were literally too close for comfort. I gave a light blush and looked away. He moved a bit before turning back to me.

"How do you plan on staying away from her if you have to sit next to her in English?" I asked him.

He sighed, "I guess I have to ditch. Mrs. Martinez won't move me if I ask. Especially because she doesn't like me."

I sighed and after a few minutes of silence, I said, "tell her you have vision problems."

He thought about it then nodded. "That might work. I could say I lost my contacts to get me moved," he said with a small smile.

I smiled back. "hey, your actually smiling today," I pointed out. That made his smile grow.

"Everybody smiles. Even me sometimes," he said as he looked down at our hands.

I looked down at our hands before pulling mine away, "oh sorry. Was I bothering you?"

He shook his head no, "you never bother me. Your like the only person, outside my family and the association, that doesn't bother me."

I rested my head on his shoulder, "yay, I'm special."

He looked down at his lap now, "I guess you are."

Eventually I raised my head and grabbed his hand. "Come on, it's getting chilly out here," I said as I stood up. He nodded and rose to his feet before following me into the house. Mom was in the kitchen making lunch with Trey while Dad was at work in the book store. Trey turned around as we walked in and raised his eyebrows as he noticed us holding hands.

"What's going on here? You two finally going out?" he asked us.

I dropped his hand, "no. We're going to my room."

Before we could take another step closer to my room, mom turned around, "you two aren't going anywhere until you guys help set the table and wash the dishes."

I turned to him, "sorry about this. The usual? Or do you want to switch this time?"

He smirked, "the usual." We began our little race. I have to finish the dishes before he could finish the table and the loser has to do one thing the winner says.

"Game on," was the last thing we said before we began. I rushed to finish the dishes but unfortunatly, I lost. Again. When he finished, he walked over and began helping me. After that, we dried our hands and left into my room before mom could give us more work. I sat on my bed as he sat by the computer.

"So, what do you want me to do?" I asked him. He thought about it before shutting the door. "I don't know yet. I'll get back to you on that," he told me as he turned on my computer.

"Can we use it?"

I nodded, "go for it." As the computer warmed up, I decided to ask him a question. "We were friends ever since we were eight years old but we never went to the same school until now. How was your middle school?" I asked him. "Was every girl all over you like they are now?"

He shook his head no, "they were worse. At least now, the girls are more... civil." Civil? How much worse could they be from now? "You don't believe me do you?" he asked me with a smirk.

I shook my head no.

"Fine, lets play a game. I'll tell you the things they did and you have to guess if they're true or not. The girls posted a bunch of photos on the school's facebook page so that will give you the right answer," he said as he got onto the internet and typed in the website.

I nodded, "alright. Go for it." He logged on before giving me the first one.

"Girls would crowd me as if I was a celebrity," he said.

Every girl in school likes him a lot but I never seen anybody except guys, whining or begging him about getting girls, crowd him. "I say that's not," I answered. He showed me a picture someone took of him surrounded by about fifteen different girls.

"One point for me. Next question. I was thrown into a garbage can by the jocks for "stealing" their girls," he told me. I knew this one right away. He would never let anyone throw him anywhere.

"That's a not," I answered back.

He smirked again, "one point for you. I had my gym clothes stolen and found them for sale online."

How would he know if they were his? "Definitely a not," I told him.

He shook his head, "check it out yourself. I don't know how they got into my locker without being seen but they got me detention because of that." I wanted to laugh at the pictures he was showing me. It was an ad for his original P.E. uniform and a picture of him getting a detention slip. "two points for me. Last question, girls signed me up for the kissing booth one year for a fundraiser." I though about this one hard. He made a pattern so this must be a not.

"Not?" I said, completely unsure now.

He shook his head no, "they did that twice and I was forced to go. I raised the school a lot of money." I saw the picture of him in a kissing booth with a huge, and I mean HUGE, line of girls.

"Alright you win, but what are those?" I asked him.

He looked back at the screen, "what do you mean?" I pointed to another album someone posted about two weeks ago. "These are new? I remember those moments but I didn't know they posted it online," he said as he started going through the pictures. So many different girls had stolen kisses and other stuff from him. "What? They got my cell phone number on here too?" he asked me, a bit surprised.

"You were a lady's man. Wow, no wonder you keep everybody at a distance now," I said, teasingly.

He looked back at me, "Hey, I never did anything to those girls. "

I layed myself down on the bed. "Right. I believe you," I said sarcastically.

He stood up from the chair and held out his hand. I took it as he helped me to my feet. "I am not a lady's man. I don't play around with a girl's feelings to get what I want like other guys would. When I care for a girl, I swear to try to keep her happy."

I smiled at him. "That's good. One girl is going to be really lucky to marry you someday," I told him.

He got closer to me and whispered in my ear, "I know what I want you to do. Let me kiss you." My heart started beating faster as my blush grew. I looked up into his dark eyes as he pushed a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear. He slowly leans in as my heart beat faster, as if it will explode, and kisses me.