The Red School

(15) Everything I Say Makes You Blush

CHAPTER 15

                “I leave you alone for five minutes and you’ve already punched someone?” A new voice speaks, sounding annoyed.

                I look over to see a guy with curly umber colored hair, shaking his head at CM. He looks familiar, I know for a fact that I’ve seen him before, but there is too much going on right now for me to figure out where I’ve seen him.

                CM gives him an unbothered look. “The guy deserved it.”

                “You—,” the redhead man from the floor spits out the red liquid, anger flashing in his eyes as he suddenly shoots up from the ground, going to punch CM. Being that CM is clearly two steps ahead of him, he easily punches him back down to the floor.

                “Get up again,” CM shoots at the groaning man on the floor, his voice hard and flat. “I dare you.”

                The air that hit my face a few seconds ago from the man’s sudden movement has my head spinning. It’s weird, I’ve never experienced it before. My heart is racing, my senses alert, the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. All I want to do is sink my teeth into this man, and not because of how rude he was earlier.

                He’s bleeding.

                All I’m used to is animal blood. I’ve never been this close to human blood before, not ever. I’ve never touched it, never smelled it, never tasted it. Just from smelling it now I can tell how different it is from the blood of an animal, how much better.

                My gaze locks on the red liquid spilling from his nose that he is so desperately trying to capture with his hand, and I feel my mouth watering, my fangs elongated.

                I just want one taste… just one drop of his sweet—

                I pinch myself until my arm is red. It snaps me out of it just enough to hear the moan that escapes Libba’s mouth, and I see that my thoughts aren’t too different from the ones she’s obviously having. She’s looking down at him like she’ll eat him for dinner.

                I grab her arm and pull her to me (using just enough of my full strength) and push her gently into one of the racks. “Libba,” I snap my fingers in her face because she’s looking at me, but she isn’t looking at me. Her eyes are pitch black, her mind somewhere else. “Snap out of it, okay? Libba!” she blinks once, her face slowly morphing back to normal. Libba glances around briefly before returning her gaze back to me.

                “We need to get out of here.”

                “Yeah,” I agree. “Just don’t, like, eat him.”

                Her face hardens. “Not like he wouldn’t deserve it. I’d just be doing what he expects anyway.”

                “Will someone please tell me the hell is going on already?” the curly haired guy asks in exasperation. “CM, why are you punching innocent people?”

                CM turns to him, his jaw clenched. “He isn’t innocent, Edwin.” Oh, right! Edwin Peters, his best friend. He’s the one who threw the party. “The bastard was harassing these girls here, he even made one cry.”

                This makes Libba turns to him with an absurd scoff. “I was not crying! I just—I—,”

                “Hey I know you,” Edwin says, snapping his fingers together at me. I raise an eyebrow. “You were there at my party. You came with this guy,” Edwin hooks his thumb in CM’s direction, who I’ve yet to look in the eyes. A blush crosses my face as I remember myself about a minute ago. Was my face anything like Libbas? Does he know I’m a vampire now? Oh, now I really can’t look at him.