The Tattooed Vampire

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

The rest of second period went quickly and smoothly. Callum would occasionally ask me questions and I had no other option that to reply to him through the notebook. I thought it was cute, that he was wanting to talk to me-in any way possible. But why? Was was he so intent on talking to me?! He knows I'm never going to speak to him.

Well, no. He believes he'll get me to talk. But I won't. I will not allow myself to talk to him, no matter how desperate he seems.

No. You're going to talk to him. My brain said. I rolled my eyes.

No I am not! I need to protect myself from men like him. 

Men like him?! You mean sweet, sexy, caring men? He's nothing like your brother and father. And even you can see that. No matter how many hoodies you wear or how many times you try to cover up your scars. No matter how many guys you ignore, you know Callum will never be anything like them. My brain retorted. I groaned and dropped my head in my hands. I was now at lunch with Mackenzie, Luke and Callum. And I was having an internal battle with my brain.

Good lord, I'm pathetic.

"What's wrong, Basia?" Mackenzie asked. I looked up at her and went to speak but Luke and Callum were watching me, waiting to hear my voice. I snapped my mouth shut and shook my head, indicating it was nothing. Callum sat across the table from me with Luke next to him and Mackenzie next to me. 

My stomach growled and I went to go get lunch. Then I felt someone grab my hand and I looked over at Mackenzie smile at me. "Now tell." She beamed, her teeth glistening in the lights. I sighed, grabbed a pizza and went to buy it along with a water.

"Erm, nothing really, Mackenzie. Just remembered I have to buy my father's present for his birthday. And I totally forgot." Mackenzie laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, ushering us back to the table. 

"Then we'll go shopping after school together. Kiley loves shopping. Right, Callum?" She asked her cousin. Callum rolled his eyes and elbowed his best friend, Luke. Luke stared at his girlfriend and scrutinized her. 

"How come we're not invited, Zee?" He asked Mackenzie. I decided I liked the name Zee. It fit her better. A lot better. Mackenzie looked over at me and I bit my bottom lip. I really didn't want them to come. 

"We don't need to go, Luke." Callum spoke. I glanced over at him. He gave Luke a soft glare and then looked up at me and gave me a casual smirk. My stomach did a flip and I took bite of my pizza, trying to convince myself I was only hungry.

Nope. Callum is giving you butterflies. 

God, just shut up! I wanted to scream as I dropped my head in my hands again, sighing. I chowed on my pizza, ignoring the conversation that was going on between Zee and Luke. My mind wandered to my brother and father, wondering what they were thinking. Have they even noticed I left yet? I left a note. But who knows. Maybe they're still oblivious.

They'll figure it out when the fridge isn't stocked up with beer anymore. I winced at the thought. They were such drunkards. They drank all the time.

God I miss my mom. It's been twelve years. I hardly remember her. All I can gather from my weak memories is how she would always brush my hair and sing a beautiful lullaby. She said it helps make my hair stay blonde and luscious. 

Why did she have to leave? Why? What did I do to deserve this punishment? To have to go through all this pain and suffering? I never had my mother to help me through elementary school. I had no one to help me with bullies. Or crushes. Or the big one! When I got my first period, I thought something was terribly wrong with me and I didn't understand how to fix it. It was awful.