Not Another Vampire Book - Ramona Flowers (top books to read TXT) 📗

displeased face. “Come on boys we represent the school’s star players. The students who can play and keep their grades up, but here I see we are stooped to picking on the schools out-cast. A hot out-cast nonetheless.” He scolds in a cheerful but demeaning manner.
“We aren’t picking on her; we are simply showing her the best ten minutes of her life. Probably the first and only time, that’s all.” jokes Adam back.
“Yeah.” Laughs Stan in agreement.
For a moment I see a cold and disgust-filled look flash across Damion’s face, but is quickly replaced with his usual cheerful smile. He slowly strolls over to us, and then sticks out his hand. “Hey Sharon want to come enjoy your “ten minutes” with a real man?” he beams at me looking me straight in the eye.
The tight grip on around my waist tightens almost squeezing the air out of me. “What did you just say to me?” Adam snarls.
Damion turns to him with the same face, but is clearly annoyed. “To you I said nothing, but to her,” he gestures to me “I asked her if she wanted to come with a real man.” Turning his face back to me expecting my answer, and for once making Adam Turner speechless.
“Um yes?” I say cautiously taking his outstretched hand, but Adam’s arm clenches harder me and momentarily crushes the air from my lungs making me pull back my hand. I pitifully try to hit his arm away, but it probably is like getting a punch from a butterfly. “Let go.” I whisper.
Damion’s face darkens, and in a blur his fist smashes into Adams. A loud crack is all I hear before I fall to the gasping for air while both hands Adam’s hand fly up to cradle his nose. An angry roar escapes Adam, and as he pulled his hand away to see a bright red blood covering them. Stan shakes out of his shock and runs at Damion, fist aim to strike. Damion catches the fist in mid-swing, twist Stan’s arm making him cry out, and then swings his leg into Stan’s stomach knocking him into the wall. Adam rushes to take the spot of his fallen friend, then turning to attack Damion. Damion rolls his eye, and shoots Adam a menacing glare. Adam stops instantly and just stares looking horrified. The whole thing lasted less than a minute and all I could do was watch how the graceful movements flowed like water.
“Are you okay?” Damion asks suddenly appearing at my side.
Scanning him, there is not a single scratch not even a drop of blood from Adam. Managing a nod I stand up, unaware I had been sitting on the floor watching the whole thing. Damion hurries to my side, but I push him away. “I’m fine.” I snap.
He steps back warily and walks next to me instead. Turning back to Adam, and see he is still. Standing like he is frozen in place. His face portraying utter terror as if he were seeing his worst nightmare right in front of him. I turn to Damion and he is looking at Adam filled with loathing and Damion’s entire demeanor turns dark. A cold feeling begins to grow in the pit of my stomach as look at him. “Umm Damion are you okay?”
He looks at me and smiles, and the usual smug and happy guy is back in seconds. It is impossible to think someone like him could ever look at someone with such hate. If I hadn’t seen it, I would never believe it. “Yeah, do you want to try to catch the last five minutes of lunch or just go to class?”
“Class.” I reply feeling a wave of nausea.
We stop at my locker and it takes me two tries to open it, but that is normal. “Stupid lock.” I mumble
Damion snickers at me and I just laugh with him. Normally I’m not an organized person, but my locker is a different story. The inside door looks like any other teenage girls locker, and the locker is spilt with one of those locker shelve thing. On to I have a 1-inch binder for every period (even PE), and under is all my textbooks arranged from size. Pictures of my friends, bands, and random items litter the wall in contrast.
A low whistle sounds behind me and Damion laughs. “Never pictured you as the OCD type there Flowers.” He teases.
I give him a playful punch to the arm and close my locker. “Oh yeah well I picture you as the messy I-don’t-care type. Am I right?” he just shrugs in response. “Uh-huh that’s what I thought.”
It’s his to playfully punch me, and we laugh as we make our way down the hall. When we are almost to math I finally realize, “What about your stuff?”
“What about it?”
“You kinda need it for class. That’s the whole point of a binder to keep your stuff for class and your pencils too.”
“Don’t need it and if I need something I will take it from you.” He smiles at me and bats his eyelashes.
I scoff, “What makes you think I’ll lend you one?” I ask matter-of-factly.
“This is why.” He grins.
Damion grabs my hand, drags me into the nearest unoccupied room, pushes me up against a wall, and plants a kiss on my mouth before I can object. My binder it tossed to the nearest desk as I wrap my arms around his neck pulling me closer to him (this is becoming a repetitive thing huh?). The warmth begins to spread, much faster than before, but I’m too wrapped up in the taste of mint gum and spicy tingle of Damion’s lips. He nibbles at my lips, which is his way of asking if he can continue, and I let him. Our tongues meet and wrap themselves around each other; as his hand finds its way to my hair gently grabbing a bundle.
The bell rings and I jump breaking the kiss, “It’s been five minutes already?” I ask, but it only felt like ten seconds I think.
“So, I got what I wanted.” smiles Damion smugly.
My head instantaneously spins to look at him in the eye, “What?” I ask with deadly warning.
He flinches at the harshness in my voice and slowly his hand rises, and looks hurt, showing my favorite mechanical pencil. “Sorry I just wanted to borrow it.” He says sheepishly.
I mentally sigh, thinking he wanted something else, “Oh I’m sorry it’s fine you can borrow it.” I say sympathetically. “I just-.” But I don’t finish.
“Oka- Wait what did you think I meant?”
“Nothing.”
“That wasn’t-“
“Just leave it!” I almost yell.
Snatching my binder off my desk, I storm out of the room and slamming the door. The halls are already packed with people, so I just slip in and race off to class before Damion can catch up to me. I was still fuming when I entered my math class, but was calming down. My mind went over everything that just happened and I had no reason to be so mad. Damion had done nothing wrong it was my insecurities that let my mind jump to conclusions. The rest of my anger deflated into guilt as my math buddy Kevin sat down next to me. “Ooo someone looks guilty. What did you do?”
Kevin was exceptionally good at reading people, and sometimes I hated it. “Nothing Kevin.” I groaned putting my head down on the desk. Everything I thought.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me that.” Kevin ordered.
Kevin had puppy brown eyes; that no one could lie to, not even me. It didn’t help that he had a cute boyish face that reminded most people of their little brother. His shaggy brown hair fell just above his eyebrows and curled like upward slightly at the ends.
I kept my head down, the tell-tale sign that I was lying. “Again I’ll ask, what did you do?”
I looked up at Kevin and into his eyes, something in me snapped and I told Kevin the entire story; starting with the club all the way until now. Kevin was just about to say something insightful (I hope) just as Damion walked in. Damion’s immediately found me and he stalked up to us. A quick glance over at Kevin told me that Damion found no interest in Kevin. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked
“No” I mumbled, still embarrassed with myself for getting so angry.
“Then what-“
“I’m sorry OK, I just… nothing. I apologized and now it’s over.” I almost yelled at him. I didn’t know why I was getting so angry again, but it just flared up again. Just thinking that he might have been using me for my body, it made me so sad it hurt.
Damion’s eyes narrowed at me; in one quick movement he grabbed my wrist (pretty hard) and dragged me from the room. The rest of the class had stopped what they were doing, and watch what we were doing. I looked over at Kevin helplessly and he only gave a small wave as I was dragged away. Damion dragged me all the way to my car in the parking lot. “What the-“I was about to yell.
Damion lips met mine, and all my anger and guilt subsided. Both his hand cupped my face as he kissed me. It was different than all the others; it was softer and more passionate. I rested my hands on top of his. I pulled away and whispered “I’m sorry. You did nothing wrong, it was all me.”
He smiled in relief and put our foreheads together and I closed my eyes happy that he was smiling. We stayed like that for almost two minutes before pulling apart. “Let’s go.” He snatched the keys from my pocket, unlocked the car, and tossed me in the passenger seat.
My eyebrow twitched in irritation as he slammed the driver door shut. Is he seriously skipping school in the middle of the day? I think to myself. I groan as the engine revs to life and we pull out the parking lot at a million miles per hour.
After what feel like fifteen minutes, we pull up to a huge mansion that looks like something right out of a magazine. My mouth formed an “o”, and Damion gave a low chuckle. “Is this where you live?” I breathed
“As far as I know, yeah.” He replied sarcastically. I shoot him a glare then go back to gawking at the house.
We pulled into the driveway and the house- mansion- looked even bigger at the front door. The large French style double doors’ crystal window design was casting a rainbow on my shirt as we approached and I love rainbows (random but who asked you?). My jaw dropped even further when we were inside. Great he is totally gorgeous, an amazing kisser, and now he’s rich I think to myself.
“Just put your stuff by the door and Maria will pick it up.” He said walking toward the stairs.
“Maria?” I asked gently putting my bag down.
“Oh she is my maid. Come on.” He said half way up the stairs.
I walked quickly to the stairs, but slow enough to take in the full view of the house. At the top we took a right into a long hall with rows of a matching doors and velvet carpet. Damion was walking so quickly, I had to practically jog to keep up with him. When he stopped abruptly I ran into him and almost fell back. He caught my arm and swung the door open, did some weird Matrix spin move until we were in the room. I was standing in front of him; he still had my arm twisted behind me as he shut the