Instant Enemies., Emily Zimmerman. [best android ereader TXT] 📗

greeting.

I rolled my eyes. She’d been flirting with Damian since he came here. “Hello Mrs. Laurence.” Damian nodded politely, taking my hand atop the table for everyone to see. I ripped my hand from his. I wasn’t being very friendly to him right now. “Now class, the school has enacted a new role call system. Basically, if your name is on this clip board in my hand, I call it, if you don’t answer; you’re deemed absent, got it?” She said.

She started calling names, it was in alphabetical order, so I was the fifth called. I was busy arguing with Damian, so I didn’t hear her the first time.

“Ms. Harington!” she slammed her fist on the counter in front of me.

I jumped and looked up at her. “Yeah?”

“Will you please tell me you’re here so I can get on with this stupid assignment and start the class?” She said in a tightly controlled voice.

I raised an eyebrow. “Here,” I quipped.

She smiled and went on calling names. I rolled my eyes and leaned back, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “You can borrow clothes from Lily.” He growled at me under his breath.

“Fine, will it make you happy?” I asked him in an angry voice.

“Yes, very much so.”


On my way to history, Trevor and Melody caught up with me. “What’s with the outfit?” Melody asked me.

“Damian made me angry, so I decided to make him angry.” I shrugged.

Melody smiled. “You guys go at it like cats and dogs.” She muttered.

“Hey Melody, you wouldn’t happen to have some clothes I could change into, would you?” I asked her.

She handed me her back pack. “I always have an extra for emergencies.”

“Thanks Mel!” I called, running for the bathroom.

I pulled out some skinny jeans and an off the shoulder lace shirt that came with a white undershirt. I was glad my boots would match the outfit.

I was just pulling my the shirt on when the bell rang and I sighed. I grabbed Melody’s backpack and my backpack and stepped out of the bathroom. “Hey.” Melody said, getting up from her place by the door.


“Hi, here’s your bag, and you can have those stupid clothes, I do not even want to look at them.” I said.

She laughed lightly. “Okay, thanks I guess.” She joked.

“No problem.” I said, starting down the hall.

I was late, but I didn’t really care. History could wait for me. I opened the door and Mr. Raman glared at me. “Sorry Mr. Raman, I was in the bathroom when the bell rang.” I said.

His glare softened. “That’s alright. Sit down please, Ms. Harington.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

I sat down in the seat between Damian and Trevor. Damian looked me over with approval and I rolled my eyes. “Uh-oh.” Trevor murmured.

I looked over at him, his eyes were glazed over and his face was in a grimace. “What?” I asked him.

I heard Damian’s growl and looked over at him. “What?”

“There is a rumor going around…that you are fucking Mr. Raman.” Trevor said, his grimace growing more pronounced.

“What?” I yelled.

“Ms. Harington, is there something you’d like to share?” Mr. Raman asked me.

I looked up, realizing I was receiving a lot of stares. I blushed. “No, nothing Mr. Raman.” I said.

“Alright, then I suggest you pay attention.” He said.

“Sorry.”

He turned back to the board and I looked at Trevor with incredulous eyes. “I’m fucking who? What the hell-“

“You take him out of class when he gets hacked off, and he lets you off the hook for a lot of stuff. I’m not saying that I believe it, but that’s enough reason for others to.” He told me, shrugging.

“Oh my God.” I groaned quietly, putting my head in my hands.

“Melody has been hearing stuff like this all day.” He told me.

“Oh. My. God.” I repeated slowly.


I sat in angry silence all through History, even Gabe didn’t seem to be in the mood to clown around. I left the class in a rush to get away from the accusing stares. I ignored the whispers and the stares and threw my books into my locker, slamming it closed. I just wanted to get to lunch and get it over with.

Damian followed a few feet behind me, and Trevor went to find Melody. I was walking at a brisk pace and didn’t notice that someone had put their leg out to trip me until I was already hurtling towards the floor. Just as I was reaching out to catch myself, my hands landed on a sturdy chest and I looked up at Damian as he helped me up. “Are you alright?” he asked softly.

I pushed my bangs from my face. “I’m fine.” I said.

His eyes hardened and he pulled away from me, in one swift movement, the kid that tripped me was punched out on the floor. “Who is the son of a bitch that started the roomer?” he asked no one in particular. “Huh?” he asked loudly.

“Damian, stop. It’s not worth it.” I told him, putting my hand on his chest to get his attention.

His eyes were almost completely black, but I could see that he was struggling for control. He looked down at me and I could see that he was thinking of walking away, so I put my hand on his arm in a tight grip. “You promised.” I reminded him.

He sighed and put his hand on my cheek. “Let’s go to lunch.” He said.


Our gym class was canceled because Coach Lorre was sick with a stomach virus, so I sat on the bleachers watching Damian at football practice. Hailey sat beside me, admiring the hot guys, I was admiring Damian. He was pulling his shirt off because of the heat, and I was afraid I might drool. “Ah, Cat?” Hailey asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Your mouth is hanging open.”

I snapped my mouth closed and watched as Damian glanced our way with a small smirk. “Shit.” I muttered under my breath.

“Girl, I don’t have to be a mind reader to know what was going through that head of yours.” She told me.

“Was it that bad?” I asked her, wincing.

“You would have jumped him if I didn’t interrupt your fantasies.” She told me seriously, and I could swear I heard Damian snicker.

“Shit.” I repeated.

I got up and brushed the grass from my pants, only to be pushed back down again by the slut of the school, Mandy. “Hello, Slut. Has Damian dumped you yet?” she sneered.

I rolled my eyes and got up again. “No. He knows I didn’t fuck Mr. Raman. And you know it too, Skank.” I said.

She scoffed and threw her blonde hair back over her shoulder, her dark brown eyes defiant. “I know you’ve been fucking him. I also know that you weren’t raped in Elementary, you probably liked it, didn’t you?”

I felt my anger flare and my hands clenched into fists. “You probably planned to meet him in the janitors closet, didn’t you? And you were so desperate to keep your secret that you claimed he raped-“ She was cut off by a fist in her face, it was a few long seconds after the sickening smack and watching her fall to the ground that I realized it was my fist.

I leaned down to where she sat with her hand to her mouth. “You know nothing you sick, sadistic slut!” I snarled in her face, feeling my wolf take over. “You have no idea the emotional toll it took on me to have had that happen. You’re just trying to get the attention back on yourself, right? Let me tell you something, I’m not fucking Mr. Raman, and I sure as hell-fire didn’t fuck my elementary school teacher! So shut the fuck up before I do something even worse then punch you in the face, got it?”

She whimpered, but nodded quickly. I stood up and looked around, everyone had paused what they were doing, and Damian was standing close by, ready to help if I needed it. All of the football players were gaping at me. “What? Can I help you guys with something?” I asked incredulously.

They all started rambling at the same time and I rolled my eyes. “I’m going home.” I told Hailey.

“Okay. Call me later.” She told me happily, ignoring the fact that I just punched out the school slut.

“Kay.” I said, smiling.

I walked at a leisurely pace through the parking lot, it was almost empty because school ended, so the only cars here were the football team’s, Damian’s motorcycle, my car, and Hailey’s car. I hummed to myself softly and danced to the tune in my head, skipping to the car. Just as I was pulling my keys, I was pushed to the ground. I looked up to find the man that was in the mirror. “Please, forgive me, my dear mother.” He snapped his fingers, and the last thing I remember before I blacked out was a slight tingling feeling in my head.
Part Twelve: Possessed.

I awoke slowly, and my mind was muddled as I felt a terrible headache brewing. The first thing I registered was the sound of an echoing drip as if I were in a cave. The wet, musty smell and the feel of wet rock floor below me only seemed to strengthen that notion.

I slowly opened my eyes as I realized that I was against a small pillar, my arms were bound behind me around the pillar, and I was beside the opening of a torch-lit cave. It was raining heavily outside, and I could hear echoing footsteps of something or someone deeper into the cave.

I tried to loosen the binds on my hands, but they wouldn’t budge. I moved my foot a little, and looked down, realizing that I was barefoot. I knew that if I could change into my wolf form, I could break the binds and run, I searched for my inner wolf, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Shit.” I groaned under my breath.

No inner animal means no speaking to the pack through the bond. No contact with Damian.

I heard murmuring and multiple footsteps approaching from deep inside the cave, and felt fear envelope me. What did I remember before I blacked out? I thought quickly, my forehead breaking out into a sweat as the footsteps drew closer. I suddenly remembered the leader of the coven’s face, he was standing over me.

As the vampires approached, I realized just how weak I was. I had no strength, no speed,