Toxic - K.B. Torres (chrysanthemum read aloud .TXT) 📗

Damnant, fecit errorem esse cum a RAPTO, vis posse puella." Felix muttered, looking at me.
His eyes lingered at my chest, and I covered my chest.
He shouldn't be looking there.
He shouldn't.
"What?" I asked.
"He said, This girl? She's probably with the leech because he raped her. Damn, I want to have the girl." Emmanuel said.
"Shut up, leech." Damien growled.
"Excuse me, Damien. If you continue speaking like that I guess it means you have no soul. I would say go to hell, but since you have no soul, I guess you're not going anywhere. Except maybe to Iraq where I hope you get raped by monkeys. I also hope you die in pain." I snapped, grabbing Emmanuel's arm and dragging him to Science. I turned around, and flipped them off. I left Damien and Felix staring after me, their jaws dropped. Emmanuel laughed when we got into Science class.
"I can't believe you actually did that!" He laughed.
"Piss me off, will they." I mumbled.
"Don't worry, I'll keep them away from you." Emmanuel whispered.
We took our seats and the teacher passed out the test.
"How many times do you have this test?" I whispered in Fidele.
"Let’s see, at least 600 minus 17 equals 583 divided by 1.5 equals 389 times roughly." He whispered back in Fidele.
"Wow." I said.
Something went sailing through the air and hit me in the head.
"Ow, is it throw stuff at Anastasia's face day or something?" I whispered, holding on to the thing that hit me in the head.
A whiteboard eraser.
"In that case I need to mark that in my calendar, and find something heavy." A voice whispered in front of me.
Luke.
"Shut up." Emmanuel whispered.

After the test I met up with my 'adopted family', the Stones. The first thing I did was smack Luke upside the head.
"Ow. Okay that's it." Luke growled before tackling me.
I pushed him, and sure enough, he went flying into the wall.
He seemed fine. Or at least I thought.
A stream of blood was trickling down the side of his face, but he showed no signs of wanting to stop.
"Oh, so you're going to play like that, Princess? I can handle it." Luke growled, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his muscles.
Show off, I thought
"Luke, you're causing a scene." Juliet said, eying the crowd of people that were coming to watch us.
Luke ran and tackled me, sending me backward into a set of lockers.
The metal handles racked up my back, causing me to wince.
I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming out in pain.
Maybe I can trick him into getting close?
At that moment, I was happy for the 3 years of drama class taught by my mundane father.
I slid to the ground, gripping my knee, as if I hurt it.
"Ow, god, my fucking knee. That's my knee." I cried, forcing tears to come out . "Damn it. Shit!"
I rolled over on my side, slicing my knee up viciously while no one could see. "Oh man!"
Blood welled up and spread down my injured leg, pooling at the floor.
Somehow, it didn't stain my clothes.
Emmanuel noticed I was hurt and came to my side.
"Why didn't you help me, you asshole?!" I said. "Do you want me to lose!? Is that what you want? Christ! God dammit!"
By now, a huge crowd had formed.
"Hey, look, I'm really sorry-" Luke started to say, before I cut him off.
"Fuck you man, you suck! You stupid spoiled whore! Shut up man, it’s your entire fucking fault!" I said.
"Hey I didn't even-" Luke started to growl, but I cut him off again.
"You were the one that was all, Oh, I've got to do an attack on a girl! You could've just walked away! But you didn't, you bitch so, fuck you, you dumb ass!" I shouted.
Apparently that was enough to gather the attention I need. The principal came running up. He was a tall skinny man with short brown hair and eyes the color of the sea. He must have been really handsome at my age, but know he had wrinkles and dark circles under his eyes. He looked straight at me, then at Luke.
"Both of you, in my office, now." He said.
"Yes, Mr. Clearwater." I mumbled, before attempting to get up.
A wave of extreme nausea passed over me. I gasped before falling into Emmanuel's arms
"Ms. Gray, are you okay?" Mr. Clearwater asked.
"I-" I gasped. "I’m fine." I said, before I ran to his office.
"So, Ms. Gray, would you mind telling me what happened?" Mr. Clearwater asked.
In that moment, he looked younger.
"Yes. It started in class when I was trying to focus on the lesson, when Luke threw a whiteboard eraser at me, then threatened me. After class, I confronted him. I ended up being attacked, so I defended myself. I shoved him into the wall...Sorry, headache. After I shoved him into the wall, he slammed me into the lockers. He is responsible for the pain in my leg and back, but I know I acted out of line." I paused realizing I had been looking at the floor. I looked at Mr. Clearwater. "I sincerely apologize for the scene I made. I am sure, I should expect you to call my parents back from Paris to deal with me properly. Or better yet expel me. I am sincerely going to miss this school."
Luke snorted when I finished, and was rewarded a glare from Mr. Clearwater.
"Luke, Your side of the story?" Mr. Clearwater asked.
Luke stood up, kicking me as he went up.
"Well, first of all, I can't believe you believe her. She's saying shit to get let off the hook. I say she does get expelled. I should say no more." Luke said.
I felt sick.
I ran out, muttering an excuse.
I ran straight into the bathroom.
I went to the nearest stall and wretched.
Ugh...

Emmanuel

Anastasia ran out, not even noticing me. She looked eerily pale. Not good. I chased her, that is, up until she ran in the female restroom. I would have gone in if everyone else was in class, but the hall was still filled with mundanes. I waited for her until she came out, her hair wet, and her cheeks flushed. Fever, the mundanes call it.
"Were you waiting for me?" She asked.
"Uh, yes...Did you not feel well?" I asked.
Duh... Of course she didn't feel well.
"Yeah, I need to go home. I feel like crap. Will you take me?" She said, flinching, gripping her stomach.
Poor Staz.
"Go to Clearwater. Tell him you are not feeling well. He'll let you leave. He will give in for pretty rich girls." I said, thinking back to the last rich girl at this school.
Anastasia nodded and walked with me back to Mr. Clearwater’s office.

He understood that Anastasia was not feeling well, and punished Luke. Ha-Ha, sucker.
I knew it was all Anastasia's fault-so did Clearwater- but, no downworlder could deny Anastasia. Same with Clearwater. No Vampire would. Not even Clearwater.
The next thing I knew, I was at home. Sorry, Anastasia's home. We had been beaten to the door. By Damien and Felix. And the Werewolf pack.
"Who do you think you are mundie, to flip us off?" Damien growled.
"What? I thought flipping you off would show I acknowledged your presence. No wonder I have been so confused all my life." Anastasia lied, sounding sincerily confused.
"Really?" A girl replica of Juliet asked.
"No, idiot." I snapped.
The Juliet replica got in her face. It was then I noticed the differences between Juliet and this girl. This girl's face looked Japanese, while Juliet's was more English. This girl's hair was orange, while Juliet's was an apple red. I also noticed, this girl was rather short, shorter than Juliet, and her eyes were actually twilight blue, while Juliet's were sky blue.
"Desirae. Back." Felix snapped, his voice like a bark.
"Why are you here." I growled between my teeth.
"Reasons, leech." Another girl growled.
This one, I knew. I knew almost all of the Lycans, since they lived nearby. There were the girls; Odessa, Avis, Neva, Penelope, Naomi, Ophelia, Dierdre, Desirae, Savannah, Mara, Phoebe, Millicent, Leta, Arie, Alona, Divina, Keva, Zana, and Avril.
And the boys; Felix, Damien, Samuel, Kenneth, Arthur, Justin, Aaron, Jesse, Chris, Daniel, Jaxon, Jason, Kyle, Xander, Jay, Floyd, Leo, Zachariah, Shane, Raphael, Gabriel, Roland, and Claude.
"You can't be in this area. It's claimed by the angels. Leave. Now." A voice said.
It was Anastasia.
"What would you know mundie? I mean, you are stupid enough to make an enemy of Moon's children." Samuel growled.
I could hear Anastasia making a weird clicking-hiss noise. She let go of my hand. What was she going to do? I looked over. Disaster.
Anastasia revealed her phasing abilities, changing into, ironically, a wolf. She was big, like the Wolves, with a coat of blonde. Her eyes were a piercing red as she growled, the sound more like the wailing of a banshee. Why don't we just call Staz Banshee?
"Staz." I barked at her.
Anastasia turned back human, shaking her head as she held the growl.
I glanced to see the wolves' faces gaping in shock.

Anastasia

Oh. My. God. Wolves. And. Vamps. At. My. House.
That was the basis of my thoughts when I turned back, still growling. The wolves looked shocked. Emmanuel, worried. The wolves turned and looked at me again, this time with lust. Great, I’m now officially wanted for power. At least, I hope it's power-lust in their eyes.
"Anastasia, why don't we drop this little argument and come with us for a chat. Leave the leech behind." Felix said stepping closer to me, close enough that I could smell the cologne on him. I sensed someone tense. Emmanuel.
"He's not leech, he has a name. Emmanuel." I said between my teeth.
Felix raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Defending a leech? Is he your mate, or whatever you call it?" Felix asked, stepping closer.
I noticed, the wolves had gotten a lot closer too.
"WH-what? n-no! He's..." I trailed off, realizing Felix had me pinned to a wall.
"He's what?" Felix whispered softly, his lips so close to mine, as he dropped his eyelids slightly. Girls must find that attractive. Thank god for Emmanuel. Felix was literally millimeters from my lips when Emmanuel tackled him.
The wolves payed literally no attention to me as Emmanuel and wolf Felix wrestled on the ground, growling and hissing. Felix tore at, bit at, scratched at, and snapped at Emmanuel, as Emmanuel was pinned under Felix's wolf form. Like cats and dogs, I thought. Damien turned the attention to me. Groan.
"Get the girl." He growled.
The every other pack member, not including Felix and Damien, tackled for me.
A small scream escaped my lips as one reached me.

Emmanuel

Wolves. Disgusting. As I wrestled with Felix, I barely heard Damien's command, but I knew what it was from the noise I heard next. I scream and cry of pain. One familiar. Anastasia. I made the mistake of looking up. Anastasia had a bite mark the size of a football in her left shoulder. She was on her knees, trembling. Damien crouched in front of me. When he saw me looking he grinned, his teeth red. Bastard. Felix, I now noticed, was next to Damien. I lay on the ground. Felix scooped Anastasia up, like a baby. She cried out in pain when he touched her shoulder. I found myself on my knees again.
"Asshole." Felix growled, and slapped Damien across the face, while balancing Anastasia in one arm. "There was no need for you