"Ms. O'Malley."
"Ms. O'Malley."
"Earth to Ms. O'Malley, can you hear me?"
Hands on his hips, a dry erase marker in his right hand, Professor Swine sneered at Nora while picking his ink-stained nails. "Care to join us this semester?"
Her classmates snickered around her. Someone cracked their gum as a wave of hoagie onions and seasoning floated by. Wrinkling her nose at the offense, Nora blinked.
Her friend, Donovan Frith, snorted from the back of the room. He was narcoleptic. He fell asleep inside every class he entered within two minutes of lessons beginning.
Poor guy. Nora could see the blue powder eye shadow someone had painted on him while he dozed.
The bastards.
Why couldn't people leave each other alone?
Nora had no idea why the teachers put up with Donovan's sleeping. The fact that he kept perfect grades in all of his classes probably had something to do with it. She guessed it didn't matter.
What did matter was her own little problem. Nora didn't come by her grades easily like Donovan. She worked hard for each and every one of them.
This thing, whatever it was, had to stop. Her dream world couldn't keep sucking her in like it was.
Cursing to herself, Nora tried to figure out the answer to Mr. Swine's question, knowing the situation was hopeless.
She'd missed the entire lecture.
"Forget Mr. Swine and his transverse lines, interior alternating angles, and all the rest of this geometrical mumbo jumbo," Nora thought to herself, frustrated.
She had so much more to worry about, her eyes glossing over again.
Someone was calling her name.
Enticing her.
"Come to me," he whispered seductively.
"Find me."
And like the lovesick pup that she was, Nora let it continue as Mr. Swine and her classmates waited.
"I said," Mr. Swine hollered, snapping her out of the start of another trance. "Which angle equals the same measure as angle number seven in this diagram? Are you going to give us an answer, or do you plan to stare out that window all day, Ms. O'Malley?"
Hell.
Math class was going down the crapper in a hurry. Her daydreams would have to wait.
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Romance© 2020 & 2022 Written by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved. When you kill vampires, losing your memory can be fatal, especially when your blood attracks the dead. For a stand-alone short-story prequel, read "Blood Angel," (though it's not necessary for...
