Mr. Maker, Rayven WoodSong [ebook reader color screen txt] 📗
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- Author: Rayven WoodSong
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The day my life changed was the day that Mrs. Gerald’s replacement was introduced.
His name is Adrian Masters. Mr. Masters. He has long, black hair, a pale complexion and brilliant turquoise eyes. He has high cheekbones and full lips. He's overdressed for school in a black suit that looks to be from the 20s. Well I guess it would have been considered casual wear then. He has eyeliner applied tastefully around his eyes and maybe even some eyeshadow. He's obviously goth, and pulls it off. He's totally no where near my taste of guys though, but oddly I find him absolutely gorgeous.
"Ew, who dressed him? His grandpa?" Clari, my best friend says in disgust, nudging me with her arm. I look at her to see her turned around looking at Jace, her on again and off again boyfriend.
"He could at least wear some color," I sneer, hearing some chuckles around me.
A pale, black nailed hand lands on my desk with a loud smack.
"Do you have a problem with my wardrobe, Ms...?" Even his voice is gorgeous!
"I think your clothes are fine. If we were in the mid-20s and someone had died," I reply, looking up to meet his gaze. I see surprise briefly flicker before they seem to harden. Damn those eyes are gorgeous. I hold out my hand. "Anastasia Blut, call me Ana."
He ignores my hand, "Keep your comments to yourself, Ms. Blut." He moves away from my desk and moves to address the class.
"I am Adrian Masters. You are to call me Mr. Masters. I will not respond to anything else. Your first assignment is to read a short story from your textbooks and answer the review questions, due before you leave." He turns and walks to the desk. Sitting down, propping his feet up on the desk and opening a book.
I open my english book and scan the index for something interesting. There's an Edgar Allan Poe story and I choose that, since I have most of his work memorized. The story is the Black Cat, which just happens to be my favorite. Without bothering to read the story, I quickly write the answers on a piece of paper and look up to see Mr. Masters looking in my direction. Surely he isn't looking at me? His eyes meet mine and I gulp. Yep, he was looking at me. We stare at eachother for a while before he clears his throat, frowning.
"Is there a reason you're not working, Ms. Blut?"
"Uh, no sir."
"Then get to work." He picks up his book again. I squint my eyes trying to see the title of the book. It looks a little blurry, but I think it says 'E.A.Poe.'
He's reading Poe? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it's kind of obvious that he'd like him. His eyes move back to mine, and I blush, looking at my paper.
"You're already done?" Clari gasps.
"Yeah, Poe is the textbook."
She sighs, "That's totally cheating!" Clari knows I love Poe.
"Ladies? Is there a problem?"
"Yeah! Ana already finished her assignment!" Clari whines.
I scowl at her.
"Is that so, Ana?" I nod. "Then read Poe's the Black Cat and answer those questions."
I blush. "I already did." He glares at me, then goes back to reading his book.
The bell rings, signifying the end of class and everybody jumps up, eager to get to lunch, I'm almost out the door when Mr. Masters calls my name. What could he want from me?
I approach his desk as the last student files out.
"How did you know this suit is mid-20s?" He asks me, sounding genuinely confused. I frown. Why does it matter?
"Is it really that surprising that I'm smart, Mr. Masters?"
"Actually, yes, it is. What kind of cheerleader admires old styles and has memorized Poe?"
That's mildly insulting. “Just because I'm a cheerleader I can't be smart?"
He flashes a heart stopping smile. "No. Cheerleaders can be smart, but not the blonde, head cheerleader."
I cross my arms. "Did you make me stay so you could insult me?"
"Basically, yeah."
"I'm leaving. I have to meet the girls in the gym," I turn and leave the room, ignoring the look he gives me. He seemed almost angry that I took it upon myself to leave. Oh well. I head to the gym. There's a new routine we need to learn.
After school, Jace calls me. Clari has left him again and he wants to take me clubbing. I agree to let him pick me up at 8. I instantly start to get ready, showering and doing my hair and makeup.
The doorbell rings just as I'm finishing my lip gloss. I've straightened my hair and applied simple eyeliner. My dress is a sparkly halter dress that reaches about mid-thigh. I pull on black fishnets with garters and heeled, black boots. I grab my clutch with my extra makeup in it and head downstairs. I open the door. Jace smiles when he sees me.
"Wow, Ana. You look great!" He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. I kiss him back, snaking my arms around his neck. Yes, I know I'm kissing my best friend's boyfriend, I don't care. Jace and I have been hooking up wayyy before they started getting together.
Jace pulls away and takes my hand, leading me to the car.
At the club we easily get past the bouncer. We head straight to the bar and I instantly down whatever the bartender gives me. The room is swimming nicely as I make my way to the dancefloor. Jace presses up close and I start grinding into him, pressing my lips to his. I feel hands on my back as Jace stops moving and stares behind me. I turn to see Mr. Masters right behind me. His hands slide around to my front and pull me close. I tilt my head to the side as he starts kissing and sucking on my neck. I moan and my eyes drift shut. Moving with the music, I continue grinding myself to the mass of a body behind me.
"Come, Anastasia. Let us go somewhere private," Mr. Masters voice purrs. I find myself nodding as he takes my hand and pulls me through the crowd towards the back. He opens a door and leads me up some stairs.
We enter a dark room and Mr. Masters stops, turning and pulling me close at the same time. I look up at him, meeting his turquoise eyes.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask, sliding my hands over his chest. I note he's wearing a simple black t-shirt now.
His eyes flash red, then go back to turquoise. Must be a trick of the light, "Don't worry, you won't remember any of this," his voice is husky. He covers my hands in his, and moves close.I breath in his scent as he slowly lowers his head.
Suddenly there's a sharp pain as he takes a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck to him. Tears cloud my vision at the awkward angle. He smiles evilly, revealing two long fangs on either side of his mouth. No no no. This is just a dream. No its a hallucination from all the alcohol.
His eyes glow a bright red as he brings his towards my neck. After a sharp pain, fire shoots through my body. I scream in agony as I literally feel him sucking on my neck. Everything goes black.
Chapter 2My alarm is screaming at me and I'm slapping it, pain shooting through my head. Oh. My. God. How much did I drink last night? Bright red eyes flash through my head. What the? I climb out of bed and head to the shower, my head spinning. I turn the water on cold, and slowly undress myself. I moan as the water hits my back. I run my hands through my hair, making sure it gets wet, my hand touches part of my neck and I gasp in pain. What the fuck? I wipe the fog off the in-shower mirror and get a look at my neck. There's a giant bruise. How'd that get there? What happened last night? I remember going to the club with Jace. I remember getting plastered and I remember dancing. After that... nothing. Wait. Red eyes?
After my shower I get ready for school, making sure to wear a scarf to cover the bruise. I don't know where it came from, I really don't know how I'd explain it to other people. I have no idea how I'm going to explain it to the other girls on the team.
At school, I go straight to my first class, German. I don't like it, languages aren't my thing. It goes by slowly, and I catch myself falling asleep several times. My hand would slide and hit the bruise on my neck and wake me up. I make sure to cozy up to my 'nerd pet'. His name is Mark and he's acing German. I flirt with him enough to keep him flustered and he does my German homework. I think he notices my hangover though, because about halfway through class he gives me a chocolate bar, saying it'll keep my energy up. I thank him and take my time eating it. The fact that I eat it at all may surprise you, but I'm not the typical cheerleader. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm the head bitch and everyone knows it, but I don't always get NASTY like I could.
After German is English, Mr. Masters' class. Just thinking about it makes the red eyes flash through my mind. I really wish I knew what those meant. The bell rings, causing my head to want to explode. I groan and stand up. Jace and Clari meet me in the hall, they seem to be back together.
"Are you okay Ana? You look.. awful," Clari ask, looping her arm through mine. Jace loops his arm through my other arm.
"I have a killer headache," I say, letting them pull me to class.
"You disappeared last night," Jace informs me.
"All I remember is dancing with you. The rest is a blank."
Clari stops walking, pulling me to a stop, then Jace.
"You two went clubbing!?" She exclaims, loudly. I wince. Damn headache.
"We always go clubbing together when me and you split," Jace says, like its the most obvious thing in the world. Which, it kind of is. I mean, everyone sees us there. I groan. My fucking head hurts.
"Come on lets get to class." We start walking again.
As the class room draws near my heart starts to speed up, and not in the cute, nervous way. For some reason my body is going in "flight" mode. What has me scared? Jace opens the door for us and I look up.
Mr. Masters is sitting at the desk, feet propped up and an evil looking smirk on his face. My feet glue themselves to the ground at the smile. Every cell inside of me is screaming for me to run. My heart is beating fast in my chest.
Jace and Clari pull on my hands, trying to get
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