love triangle, kiki14.2 [you can read anyone .TXT] 📗

to the left so my neck was exposed. He licked his lips and smiled even bigger so I could really see the length of his fangs. All I thought was, I’m going to die and though fangs are really going to hurt going in. I felt the tears come to my eyes, as he got closer to my neck. Then he bit into my neck and I screamed.

I sit upright in bed drench in sweat. My hand flies to my neck were I could still feel his fangs in my neck. A sigh of release escape my lips as I realized it was only a dream. That’s when I realized someone was calling my name. I looked to my right and scream. A hand covered my mouth.
“It’s me,” Poco said.
I stopped screaming, “Why are you in my room?”
“I could hear you screaming and moaning in your sleep,” Poco replied, “Are you okay?” I threw my arms around Poco’s shoulders and cried.
“I couldn’t wake up, he wouldn’t let me wake up,” I cried.
“Its okay, it was only a dream,” Poco comforted me.
“Your right it was only a dream.” I smirked at Poco.
He stood up and was about to go back to his room when I grabbed is his arm.
“Sleep with me?” I asked.
Poco gave me a wired look. Then I realized what I had said to him and what it sounded like to him.
“I mean lie with me at lest till I fall asleep?” I asked.
He considered that and climbs in beside me. We didn’t touch but having him in the bed with me was enough. I drifted off to sleep with no problem for the rest of the night.

I woke up the next morning to my alarm clock going off. I turned it off and climb out of bed. I was just getting out of the shower when I realized Poco should have been in my bed this mourning. Well I guess he didn’t wont to get cot like that. I put on some baggy jeans and a t-shirt. I put my cell phone and my money in my pocket. I grabbed my bag and went down stairs to breakfast. Poco was already there with his hair still wet from his mourning shower.
“Good mourning,” aunt Sophie said as she put the last plate of bacon on the table.
I fixed my plate with out looking at Poco. I could feel his eyes on my back. I finished my food and got a grape juice for the road.
“You ready?” Poco asked me.
“Are you?” I shout back.
He scowled at me. I smirked to myself. I was back to my old charming self and I new that what Poco was thinking. We went out side and Poco gave me the extra helmet to his bike. I put it on and climbed on the back of his bike behind him.
“Hold on tight,” Poco warned me.
I grabbed him around the waist and I could feel his abbes. We were at the school way to fast. I hopped off and handed the helmet back to Poco. Poco put his arm around my shoulders and walked with me up to the school. I could feel the students staring at us and I looked to the floor. We were inside the school when two boys I recognized come up to greet us. There two of Poco’s friends that came to the house sometimes.
Their names are Kennedy Her, who was Moung and Devyn Gonzalez, now he was half Mexican and half black like Poco. Oh and I’m black but I look like I’m half white, half black.
“Hey,” Devyn greeted us.
“Hey,” Poco greeted back.
“Hey I thought you guys were cousins?” Kennedy asked.
“We’ re suppose to act like we are but we’re not,” Poco replied.
“Oh!” Kennedy said.
I think we all new that I might become Poco’s next plaything. I wasn’t going to count on it. I looked to my left and I seen the office so I shrugged Poco’s arm off and walked in. The office was a smell room, smaller then a classroom. There were three desks, one had principal, the seconded had vice principal, and the third had secretary.
“Hi,” I said as walked to the secretary’s desk.
She looked at me and smiled, “Hi! Your fire brown, right?” I nodded my head. “Well dear, I’m Miss. Franco and I’m your secretary. Here your schedule and your guide just walked in the door.”
I turned to see a sexy Mexican standing in front of me with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. His eyes were the brightest green I had ever seen and I hurried to look at the floor. I didn’t hear his name but I cot something else that Miss. Franco was saying.
“You know her mom just died so try to be nice to her.”
That’s when I snapped.
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here and don’t ever let me here you speak about my mother again.” I ran out of the office before they could stop me.
I new they were staring at me like I was crazy but I didn’t care. I saw Poco and I just ran faster as the tears came down my face.


Chapter: 3 Worse Then Me
I’ve stopped crying and I’ve been up on the roof all morning. It was almost time for first lunch. I’m staring off I’m space when I heard the roof door open. I stand to see my guide coming tours me. It looked like he hadn’t seen me yet.
“What are you doing up here?” I asked.
He looked at me like he thought he was alone.
Then he shook his head, “I should have known,” he said, “I should have known you’d was up here.”
“Well why are you here? Please tell me ya’ll ain’t still looking for me?” I said.
“No! We stopped looking for you after eight. We thought you went on home. I’m up here so I can skip world history,” he replied.
“But don’t you need that class to pass?” I asked as I sat down.
He sat down beside me. “Yeah but I could get the notes from someone else,” he said. “You can’t learn anything by notes,” I said.
“Well I can, I’m smart like that,” he replied.
We sat there for a second in silence.
“Sorry,” he finally said.
“Why are you saying sorry?” I asked.
“I’m sorry about your mother,” he replied.
“Please don’t talk about,” I said.
“I know what it’s like to loose a parent. Actually I know what it’s like to loose both my parent,” he said.
I looked at the ground. “I’m sorry,” I said with out looking up from the ground.
“They died while I was six. It was a car rack. We were on are way to the park and a school bus hit us. I was in the hospital with four broken ribs, my left arm and my left leg was broke and I had cuts all on my face. They told me there was know kids on the bus but my parents died instantly. I felt bad after words. I thought it was my fault.”
I’ve thought it was my fault ever since that day. I didn’t have one relative I new about so I was put in foster care. I thought they should have lived and I should have been the one who died. I was so mad at them I started to act up in school. I cut class, but I went to enough classes to get a c in all my classes so I could pass. I smoked and I’ve dun drugs. I’ve been to camp for bad teens, to rehab, and to jail.”
I’ve even been to the military when I was fourteen and they sent me back a week later saying I was too bad. I’ve done every thing I could to make my parents mad if they were alive. But I forgave myself and said it wasn’t my fault so now I play every sport, get all A’s and I have my own little apartment not to fare from here-” after that I tuned him out. His life was so much worse then mine. He lost both his parents but I’ve only known one all my life. He’s an orphan; he blames himself even though he said he forgave himself. And I was so mean to him. I shook my head.
“I never cot your name,” I said.
“Oh! I’m Tomas Fransco and I am not related to the secretary.” He replied.
I laughed, then I paused.
“What?” Tomas asked.
“You’re the first person to make me laugh since my mother died,” I said.
That’s when the bell rang for second lunch.
“That’s me,” I stood up and so did Tomas.
“Me to.”
“Can you walk me to lunch? I don’t know were it is,” I asked.
“Sure.” we walked to the cafeteria were we ran into Poco.
He gave Tomas a dirty look.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey were have you been?” he asked me.
“Here and there,” I replied.
“Well you better call mom,” he told me. My face fell.
“You told her?” Poco just looked at me like duh.
“Oh my god. She probably, like, freaking out right now,” I said as I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket.
Poco just shrugged his shoulder. Then my stomach growled and I put my phone back in my pocket and got into the lunch line. Tomas was behind me and Poco was in front of me. I got my food and waited on Poco so I could sit with him.
“Um, I’m going to sit over there with my friend, okay,” Tomas said.
I just shrugged my shoulders, like I didn’t care but I new I did. I walked to the table with Poco and sat next o him.
“Hey, guys. This is my so- called cousin,” Poco said, “Her name is Fire Brown so be nice to her,” he warned them.
They were all hot. I mean hot, hot, like modal hot. I blushed at how they looked at me. Kennedy and Devyn were at the table too. I ate my food in silence only answering when I heard my name.
“So Fire why your mother name you that?” one boy asked me.
“Cause I nearly killed her giving birth,” I said.
He looked at me and laughed like it was a joke. I wasn’t laughing. I was done before everyone else, so I dumb my tray and went back to the roof. Not to long after Tomas joined me.
“Hey,” he greeted me. I didn’t say anything.
“What’s wrong?” he asked me.
I shook my head like I didn’t wont to talk about it. He still looked at me.
“You know if you talk about it, you might feel better,” Tomas told to me.
“I can’t talk about it,” I said as I stood up, “I have to go.”
“Well at least let me take you home,” Tomas stood up to.
I considered that for a minute, “okay.”
I fallowed Tomas to his car, which was a green BMW that matched his eyes. I smiled at it. I liked it. I climb in the front seat and through my bag in the back seat. Tomas started