Gushing Crimson (Tainted Blood Trilogy)

Chapter 3 ( The Boy With The Golden Eyes)

“HELLO EVERYONE, AND WELCOME TO SEX EDUCATION” MR. Koltler said addressing the class, who seemed to quiet down from their earlier chatter. It was the last class of second period in the day and the class was still in holiday mode, well at least that’s what Mr Koltler told them.

"Yeah baby, teach me some of that!” an unrecognisable male voice called out from the back row of the classroom, a commotion of woops and cheering of agreement seemed to join in with the classes laughter.

“Whoever just called that out, detention after class- that’s right Jesse Holdlen you heard me… And I’m not afraid of giving out more detention even after your holidays, keep that in mind…”  Mr Koltler stood in front of the board, pointing at his name in introductory, holding a ruler as if a wand or sword.

“Yes, that’s Koltler , K-O-L-T-L-E-R. You will address me as Mr Koltler and I expect full maturity on this subject” He continued on.

Celine sat on the right side of the first row, sitting quietly and analysing the people in her class, her human data base. She had to simply know the right people, and in result she would find the right wraith.  Mr Koltler was a big man, wearing a green polo shirt and brown combat boots. He was bald, and in the light coming through the class room windows, the reflecting of the light on his bald heads smooth surface seemed to blind Celine from looking at Mr Koltler directly. He turned back to the class, who seemed to go back to their previous conversations.

“Deven …. Oh for the love of !… Deven wake up!” Mr Koltler yelled, the class quieted down just enough to see what was happening in anticipation, leaning forward eagerly in their seats. A boy siting in the middle row bolted up from where he had been sleeping on his books, the class reacting with another roar of hysteric laughter.

“Yes mum I hand washed your underwear I swear!” Deven yelled his mopes of curly brown hair sticking up in the most unusual ways, his eyes in sleepy slopes. At the giggling of the girls on his right side, Devan seemed to realise that he was not in fact at home with his overbearing mother. His face turned a dark and bright red and his eye’s spread wide and alert before he slouched in his chair, hunching his shoulders inwards as if trying to disappear from his embarrassment. 

“Well that was a disturbing piece of information that the class did not need to know” Mr Koltler responded, earning some snorts of approval from the rest of the class.

He turned back to the board writing in red board marker the capital letters of  ‘S-E-X’ in a melodramatic manner. Taking his time per letter waving the marker sharp and direct , he turned back to the class and sighed as if accepting that he was about to die by a stampede of horses, crushing him beneath their weight.  He cracked his knuckles outwards away from his chest, leaning over his desk , he grabbed his bag and to Celine’s horror took out a naked Barbie and Ken whose bodies had been tied together in a knot by a white string , keeping their bodies tied closely together in a disturbing manner. Mr Koltler griped the top of a loose part of string tied in a loop and hung Barbie and Ken on a hook in front of the board, Leaving them to dangle .He hung them so casually it was like he was hanging a Christmas decoration rather than an important piece of childhood, striped naked and being used as a diagram for sex education.

Celine’s eyes continued to scan her new clas s eyes continued to scan her new class mates faces, searching for a link that could give her upheave to the possible hunts around.  Her eyes ran over face after face. Not listening as one of the students tricked Mr Koltler into wasting the class time. Rather than doing the sheets and notes he planned, he went on about his hair and how he had lost it , by a prank his college buddies had pulled on him back when his hair was “long flowing locks of brown,” As Mr Koltler explained tilting his head to the side, his eyes staring into space as if lost in an good dream.

Celine’s eyes flashed with surprise as she noticed that she had been completely oblivious to the boy who stared at her. He stared at her in a way she had never been looked at before. The way men used to look at her mother, before losing dad had made her beauty melt with the blankness of her inner sorrow.

He looked at her with a startling intensity… complete and up most, wonder and curiosity. It was a surreal intensity as if she were the most fascinating thing in the world. The look in his eyes displayed his curiosity and unmistakable interest. With a blink of astonishment, Celine also noticed that she found him quite captivating himself. She noticed things she’d never noticed about other guys – or at least took interest or pleasure in noticing.He had a lean build, with a male body of muscles that fit him perfectly. He wasn’t a bulky guy, or one of those teenage boys that looked so tall and male, like those body builders in ads and action movies who protected girls unlike Celine, who would cower away in fear and know that the men would defend them. While she however knew would kick the body builder’s ass in a time minimal to a minute. He was just what he should be, boy, a straight up teenage boy.  He had short, crazy dark brown hair that curled at the top. His tanned skin, with his hair hinting his Spanish nationality in his genetic background.  His eyes were the most captivating thing about him a luminous gold in colour, as if made of solid amber, with dark flecks of honey brown in them ; they would have stood out miles away to Celine.

She continued to stare at him as he did to her, just realising that she was still staring until the corner of his mouth twitched , lifting up to the humorous and mischievous smile of someone nicknamed ‘trouble maker’. As his witty amber eyes stared into her stubborn ones, it quickly became a staring contest. She held his gaze steadily as he did back to her keeping his amused smile on his face as he did so. It seemed to go on forever, just herself and the mischievous boy – with the objection of Mr Koltler’s “hair story” in the background, he had just gotten to the part where his hair fell out completely, when the bell sounded the halls and their teachers awareness of the time blurred into focus.

“You are dismissed” he informed them sounding vaguely disappointed that he didn’t get to finish his story.                                                                                 

As the class got up Celine turned her head, quickly breaking the eye contact with the boy. ‘What are you doing!’ she demanded of herself. ‘You can’t do that, NO EMOTIONAL TIES!...With what you do , you’ll only get them hurt, or worse killed!’.  She reprehended herself coldly, but she knew she was just re-telling herself the facts that were why she had to push everyone away. Even risking a little more than an acquaintance relationship could end up in blood and cold bodies , and Celine refused that, the only person she cared about was Max , her little brother and that’s all she could have, all she allowed herself to have.  ‘ Even if you thought he was cute…’ the thought filled her mind, an unspoken sentence crushed between her pursed lips. She thought he was cute… She thought he was cute!... she didn’t even know the word ‘cute’ was in her vocabulary. She was a ghost hunter for goodness sake she killed things… for a living with her really, really pointy knife!. As she looked away from the boy with the mischievous golden eyes, she stood up taking her bag with her. Taking in another look of the hanging Barbie and Ken dolls in a silent disturbance, before exiting out for her next class. Not aware as she did so of the golden amber eyes the followed her as left the room.

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