The New Girl

Chapter Three

Arvon and I exchanged baffled looks and then we both burst out laughing.

"It's not a laughing matter, guys," David said.

"Sorry."

"A vampire?" Arvon scoffed. "Seriously, D?"

"I reckon you've watched too much horror movies, man," I said. "Anyway, why are you telling us this?"

"Are you planning to capture the vampire single handedly?" Arvon joked before David could answer me.

David got up so fast that he nearly knocked off the chair he was sitting, collected the Daily Surprises and said, "I came to you guys hoping at least you would believe me. You proved to be just like everyone else."

"No, David," I began. "Listen, no one would believe -"

But he wasn't listening: he had reached the exit and gone from our view.

"Should we go and talk to him again?"

"No. You know David. He won't listen to us now... He's a smart kid, but, of all the things out there, why did he take that murderer as a vampire? It's a common knowledge they only exist in books and movies."

"I guess his imagination must be running wild. Come on," - Arvon banged the table with his fist - "let's go out for a walk." 

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Neon Campus has four buildings built on its vast ground all recognized with names like Block A, B, C and D. The Blue River flowing through the city passes by one side of the school's ground. This river is what is making the location of Neon Campus unique.

It would take me about three minutes to reach its shore from Block D, the nearest building to it. In the dead of night we could hear the rushing of water in the river from our dorms. On the other side of the river are small old grey houses with their back facing the campus.

Around eight, more people staying outside college's dorms started arriving. Arvon and me ended our short walk and parted ways to our buildings (me to Block D and he to Block C) to fetch our college bags.

I took the stairs to third floor, and then stopped right outside the dorm number 210. I was fumbling inside my pocket to get the key when I heard my room partner's voice inside talking to someone.

I gave the door a push, and it swung backward revealing the room with curtained window and the two beds, on one of which sat Brooklyn and... Lovina Winsor. She hopped to her feet so suddenly that I thought my entry must have startled her.

Her eyes met mine for a second: my heartbeat began pounding fast against my ribcage. By the way she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand I could tell they had been kissing before I had intruded upon them. Was Brooklyn her boyfriend?

Lovina left the room without a backward glance as if she was in hurry.

My eyes fell on Brooklyn, who was sitting at the edge of his bed wearing nothing but a see through boxer. How disgusting. I quickly averted my eyes from his private parts and rested them on his smooth athletic body.

"Did I interrupt something?"

Brooklyn rolled his grey eyes and said, "Of all the time you have, you chose to walk into the room now?"

"Who is she?" I questioned, expecting to hear she's my girlfriend sort of answer from him.

But what Brooklyn said infuriated me: "She's just another chick I'm banging."

My fingers curled into a ball.

Brooklyn was instantly on his feet. He looked at my clenched fist and then my face contorted with anger. I didn't know from where the courage to become inflamed had come to me? I mean I had never become furious with anyone taller and stronger than me face to face before. I guess hearing an insult to Lovina must have awakened my dormant temper. 

"What's wrong, Casper?" Brooklyn cooed, rounding me. Then he halted right before my face. When he spoke again, both his voice and look were harsh. "If you don't like my answer, don't ask questions."

His expression softened, and he smiled at me as if that would make me forget everything he said before and extend a hand of friendship to him. I stood there like a sculptor - a hyper sculptor.

Whistling to himself, Brooklyn undressed his boxer and hauled it at my face. It fell to the floor when I didn't catch it. Burning internally with rage, I watched him totter into the bathroom: he seemed super confident that I wouldn't dare to kick his ass cheeks from behind, on one of which was a really weird colored tattoo that resembled so much of the head of a lion.