Bleeding Love (6 page)

“I feel really
hot right now to tell you the truth but I'll live.” He smiled at her.

Her stomach churned.
She, herself, was feeling hot just by looking at him, and she wasn't sure if
she'd live, though the attitude she gave off made him think otherwise. “Damn,
and here I had started to get all excited with the idea of your death,” she
teased him, her eyes shifting away.

Xavier placed a
hand on the top of her head as his fingers ran through the chocolate brown
strands of her hair. “That's no way to treat your future husband.”

He was smirking,
and she didn't appreciate his handling her as if he had a right to.

“I don't really
look into the future,” she said, gritting her teeth. “So let me deal with the
present first. I 
currently
 have a boyfriend whom I will treat
like a boyfriend, so leave me alone, please.” She wasn't finished with her
tirade yet. “You're going to make me late.”

“You know that we
can run faster than cars, buses, and trains, right?”

She looked at him
and actually thought of running to school. He had a point—about using her
vampire skills and all. She thought that someday they may come in handy. But
she loved living like a human, she loved her Mercedes. “I'll use my car, thank
you very much.”

She slammed her car
door closed in front of him.

He only grinned
in returned. “Oh, right, I forgot. You're too slow for a vampire,” he said.

As Adrienne
walked through the hallways of Constance Academy, she was greeted by her peers
and congratulated for a well-planned and very exciting party. From the
decorations, to the food, everyone seemed to have noticed the intricate details
she’s employed to ensure that her debut would be a night to remember. Everyone
said that no party this year would be able to top hers. She smiled at those who
exaggerated their compliments before saying to them,” I'm sure Tristan's bash
will.”

“Oh, I definitely
will.” was the all-too familiar, and teasing voice of her best guy friend.

Tristan Shackler
walked over to Adrienne before he pulled her in for a one-armed hug. With football
honed muscles hugging her, she felt him hold her head to his chest. Being held
this way always made her feel protected. Her new and untried vampire instincts
kicked in. She could not only smell his blood under the scent of his aftershave,
but she could also read his thoughts, Tristan really like holding her against
him.

She moved back. “Well,
you better, because honestly, the parties in this town are getting so mediocre,
so, uninteresting,” she said.

Walking with
Tristan to their first period for the day which was AP Chemistry, Adrienne
didn't notice that Ethan was quickly catching up to Tristan and her from
behind. She was surprised, in a good way of course, when he picked her up in
his arms, turned her around, and planted an intense kiss on her lips. She then
felt his tongue swivel around inside her mouth, and she could read his thoughts
clearer than she could Tristan's. His mind was pretty dirty, she thought, and
then realized how horny her boyfriend was.

“Let's go to the
third floor.” He said in a tone that was half playful and half seductive.

Adrienne
immediately knew what Ethan meant, or in this case, what he wanted. She smiled.
Reading his thoughts, she saw that he painted a very shocking picture of what
he wanted.

“I'm never late
to class,” she said to him, cupping one of his cheeks. “But you’re so much
cuter than Mr. Bach.”

Her boyfriend looked
at her in mock-disappointment. “Babe, did you really just compare me to your
Chemistry teacher?” He then pretended to look forlorn, pulling off the
expression which made him look really hot.

“Do you want or
do you not want to go to the third floor and play around?” she asked.

Grabbing her
hand, he smiled at her before he pulled her with him up the stairs. She looked
back and caught Tristan's reaction, he was winking at her. He, too, was one,
sick bastard. She didn’t want to listen to Ethan’s thoughts while they were
working on getting to second or third base, so she turned down her vampire
abilities. Her father had told her to just concentrate on dialing them down,
just like she would the sound on her radio. One minute she could hear every
thought in Ethan’s head, the next, blissful silence. Cool.

“You can't give
me detention!” Adrienne said, her voice angry.

The moment Ethan
and she were done doing normal teenager stuff, she ran as fast as she could to
the Science laboratory, and when she finally stepped into the lecture room, all
eyes were on her. Whenever someone was late, the teacher handed out detention.
She answered confidently, but of course, dishonestly. She couldn't tell the
aging forty-year old Mr. Bach that the football quarterback had been playing
with her rack—which was the farthest they went today, although they had done
more during their relationship.

“And why can't I
do that, Ms. Stahl?”

The answer was
pretty obvious she thought. “Sir, I've never gotten detention, 
ever
.”

He only smirked
at her. 
The nerve of that balding man!
“As they say, there's a
first for everything.”

And with her
teacher's apathy towards her emotions, raised her voice, “You're ruining my
future, I’ll never get into a good college!”

With that, the
whole room, except for the Goths, burst into a round of snickers and laughter
as they applauded her. She did seem to have angered the teacher more, but what
the hell, her future was bright. She had gotten a few cheerleading, tennis and
academic scholarships since she was, after all, a cheerleader, a tennis varsity
player, an Honors student, and the Student Council President. One detention
shouldn't harm her. “Fine,” she said, trying to put on a genuine smile which
she failed at mustering. “Just give me the slip.”

Mr. Bach walked
back to his desk.

She sighed,
realizing that now was not the time to get into a snit with her teacher. Usually,
students would go to extremes. They either wouldn’t care 
at all
, as
the Goths, Emos, and Jocks would do, or they'd start an outburst that would
cover an entire class period, and that's what the goody-goodies in school
usually did.

Her teacher
handed Adrienne a pink slip and she went to sit on her chair, which was right
in the middle. She may be disrespectful, but she wanted her grades to stay
high, and no matter how much she disliked a certain teacher, she'd still listen
to him or her for the sake of staying in the Honors Roll.

“Now we shall
discuss nuclear chemistry,”

She groaned, not
wanting to listen since she knew this stuff already, but for the sake of her
future, she fixed her eyes on the board and started to copy notes. When the
period ended, she gathered her books and went to her next class—AP European
History. To Adrienne's surprise, History rolled by quickly, and in less than an
hour, the bell rang for lunch.

Adrienne made her
way to one of the school parking lots. Since she and her friends didn’t want
cafeteria food for the day, they decided to head over to their group's usual
hang-out place, a pizzeria a few blocks down the road.

Adrienne,
Brianna, Sabrina, Tristan, and Max decided to ride with Ethan since he had the
biggest car among all of them. He owned a completely pimped-out Hummer; it was
his prize possession.

Since Adrienne
could read his mind, she realized he loved the car more than he loved her.
Really?

On the way to the
pizza place, Adrienne's head hurt, so to stop the ache, she began rubbing her
temples.

Adrienne!

“Huh?” she
whispered quietly to herself.

It's me! It's
Bree!

She looked at
Brianna, and unsurprisingly, her friend was looking back at her. She was even
smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Can you hear
me?

Adrienne nodded
her head, and she realized what was going on. She actually should have the
moment Brianna called her attention telepathically. Adrienne was now reading
her best friend's mind.

So how are you
and Xavier?

She didn't know
how she was going to respond to that, to Brianna's question, if she should just
say her answer out loud or wait until they arrived at the restaurant. Then she
thought about a 21
^st
century communication device, her mobile phone.
She was sure no vampire mind-reading technique could beat that.

Bree, not
now. Lol. And how am I supposed to answer you without the others knowing? You
can't read my mind.

She got a reply
in a few mere seconds, and when she read Brianna's text, Adrienne couldn't help
but laugh.

Don't rub
it in, bitch.

The pizza place
was packed. There were lots of other kids from their school. Adrienne and her
group were seated right away at a booth by the window. They had given their
orders, without needing menus, and being loyal customers, their food was served
quickly.

“Charlotte would
have a meltdown if she saw us eating these,” Sabrina said while chuckling as
she referred to their High School's Head Cheerleader.

Adrienne and the
others laughed. “There's a reason why we ditch her sleepovers.”

“Yeah, because we
can't stand having just a single plate of salad for dinner,” Brianna finished.

All three girls laughed.
They continued to talk about the joys of High School, sharing the latest
gossip, the funniest and most unexpected hook-ups, recent parties, and of
course, teachers who make their students' lives a living hell. They were so
caught up in their own little world that the three didn't notice a group of
unbelievably hot teenagers enter the restaurant. At least they didn’t notice
until Max, Tristan, and Ethan nudged them with their elbows.

“Look, the geeks
are here,” Ethan said guffawing, and immediately, Adrienne knew whom he was
referring to—Night Class students.

Adrienne didn't
know how or when the Day Class started insulting the Night Class by calling
them names like geek, nerd, or dweeb. All she knew was why they called them
those. It was because they were weird, well, weird in the sense that they
didn't know how to have fun.

In the past
years, a few Day Class students, most especially the girls, had invited a
number of those from the Night Class to their parties. A lot of them turned
down the invitations, and those who went were complete wallflowers. All-in-all,
the Night Class was silent, and that's what made them interesting. The whole
Night Class was an enigma. It was probable that the Day Class started calling
them names out of jealousy.

“Babe, are you
okay?” Ethan whispered as he nibbled on Adrienne’s earlobe.

She was too
caught up in staring at the booth a few tables down from then that she didn't
notice Ethan taking advantage of her. Nor did she realize how he was making
them look like hormone-driven eighteen-year olds. His lips had left her ear and
were now trailing kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. She liked the
physicality, Adrienne admitted to herself, and it was what she wanted. Until
she locked eyes with Xavier, and then it felt as if she was doing something
wrong.

He was gazing at
her intently, and Adrienne couldn't help but look away. Xavier was just too
much to bear, and she didn't know why, but she felt guilty, especially with the
view Xavier had of Ethan and her. Speaking of the jock, he had his hand on the
inside of her thigh, and it was getting very hard for her not to read his
thoughts with the closeness they shared.

“They're even
hotter than what the rumors say,” Sabrina said, motioning for the others to
look at the group of vampires who were eyeing the menus.

Sabrina was
totally right, and Adrienne couldn't help but agree. She knew she was pretty,
but the other female vampires took beauty to a whole new level. It was stiff
competition. Xavier was surrounded by a bevy of probably the most beautiful
creatures in the world. No matter what their hair or eye color was, their
height or the level of pale skin tone, they were still unimaginably, superbly,
and strikingly gorgeous.

Adrienne may be a
vampire princess, the daughter of the principal, or had psychic powers their
kind considered extinct, but she didn’t compare to these women in looks. She
felt, not jealous, but just…well, let’s just say she could never compete with
them.

 “Hey, I'm going
to go over and say hi, okay?” Brianna said, about to stand up from her seat
when Tristan stopped her.

“You know 
them
?”
Tristan couldn't control the level of his voice. He was shocked. 
Since
when did Brianna hang out with a bunch of losers who thought they were better
than the rest?

“They're not
losers, Tryst.” And with that, Adrienne chuckled when she dove into her best
friend's thoughts.