Blood Countess (On Hold)

Chapter 2

Esmerée's father drove them to school and even gave Damien the I'm watching you look when he dropped them off. Esmerée swore she saw Damien awkwardly giving a sheepish smile to her father.

"Welcome to my school. Well, our school," he said.

"What's good here?" Esmerée asked.

"The cafeteria food. They have the best lasagna," he said.

Esmerée thought he must be joking. Almost every teen fiction she read said stuffs about bad cafeteria food. Mystery meat and gross leftovers. Damien seemed to know what was going on in her head.

"The cafeteria food are always inspected by the head of the school. That's because his son studies here too, and his nieces and nephews. He's the captain of the football team. Almost every girl have a crush on him but he's single, if you're interested."

"Like he'll be interested in me. And plus, I don't even know him. He could be an arrogant person," Esmerée said.

"Surprisingly, he's not like that at all. He's one of my good friend."

Oops. Way to go, insulting his good friend for being supposedly arrogant.

Damien walked ahead of her and didn't realize his shoe laces were untied. In a split second, he fell but did not hit the floor right away. He then got up.

"What the heck happened? Did you see that?" he said, "If I'm not wrong, it felt like my fall was broke and stopped halfway."

Esmerée knew she wasn't suppose to do magic at school, but seeing him fall made her do magic like an involuntary action. "You must be going crazy Damien. I'm pretty sure you fell without stoppping. Who could break a fall anyway?"

Damien rubbed his arm and shrugged.

"So where do we go first?"

Damien brought her to the school office and she got her schedule. Apparently, the classrooms here were named after famous people. Esmerées' first class was in the Einsteins. Damien had his in the Newtons. This shows how much this school appreciates the geniuses but Esmerée knew better.

Those geniuses were assisted by witches who wanted to bring the world to a modern era. There were plenty of history records of witches helping out in secret that are kept in the grand library at the witches and warlocks capital known as Atlantis. Every human thought Atlantis was eaten up and totally destroyed by a tsunami or earthquake but it's all a lie and another story.

Without those witches planting those ideas in their leisure time, dreams, and stress, they would never have figure things out like the theory of relativity, or the Pythagoras theorem. Cars and planes would not have been invented too.

"So I'll see you at lunch. Need me to come get you later?"

"I'll just meet you at the cafeteria. I'll find my way there," Esmerée told him and went straight to her classroom like she was familiar with the place already. She just have a good sense of direction. Damien, on the other hand, decided to look for his buddies before heading for class. He'll be late for the first day of class, that's for sure.

In the Einsteins' class has twenty-five students. There were a total of fourteen girls, including her and eleven boys. She took the last empty seat that was conveniently at the first row. She tapped her fingers lightly in a repetitive rhythm, accompanying the sound of gum chewing, pencils scratching, page flipping and texting.

She turned to the left and was greeted with a smile.

"Hello! I'm Bethany," she said, waving her hands.