Not Another Vampire Book, Ramona Flowers [story reading TXT] 📗

A small smile crawls on his lips and he stifles a laugh. “Umm hey Lindsey.”
“I just want you to tell this…” she turns and looks at me trying to determine what to say “…girl that you already like me and she need to back off.”
Damion looks completely dumbfounded as he switched looking back and forth between us. Lindsey turns to me with a smug grin on her face and Damion bursts out laughing. She looks confused for a second but then continued her smugness.
“Where does this chick get off thinking that?” he asks his football buddies in between sucks of air and laughing. Suddenly I get angry that he is talking about me like that and I glare at him, then he turns to Lindsey putting both hands on her shoulders. “I don’t like you because you are a tramp.” He exaggerates tramp and pops the P at the end.
Lindsey mouth drops open (not the first time) and all the football jocks begin to snicker behind Damion. A devilish grin slowly makes its way across my face, and I walk up to her using my index finger to close her mouth. “Careful don’t want to break your jaw it’s your main source of income.” That gets full out hysteria from the guys and a very red, very angry Lindsey. Her little posy follows close behind her trying to be as angry as she is, but struggle to keep a straight face.
Damion walks up to me and puts his arm around my shoulder, and I give him a what-do-you-think-you’re-doing look and shrug it off. Heather’s face is so red with laughter that she made Elmo look like Edward Cullen. The loud screech that it the bell rings dismissing the class to lunch. “Come on.” I say pulling Heather by her shirt with Caitlin, Bryce, and Zania trailing behind us.
“What was that all about?” Caitlin ask when we get to our lockers.
“Honestly I don’t know.” I reply pulling out my soda because everyone knows school milk is gross.
“Lindsey was trying to be a bitch and got it shoved right back into her face.” Heather states bluntly.
“Yup pretty much.” I agree.
“Heather watch your mouth.” Caitlin snaps. “If you want to curse to it somewhere I can’t hear it.”
“Yes mom.” She teases.
I laugh at the both of them and make my way to the cafeteria. The school cafeteria is actually pretty impressive. It has a tall ceiling and is the size of at least one and a half football field with five different lunch lines. A sat of glass double doors leads outsides to a smaller lunch area. Concrete table are set in neat rows of six by six with a large metal roof over the top to protect students from rain, and a large grass area people sit by themselves or to finish homework. In the morning it is used for socializing.
Caitlin and I go through the shortest lunch line meant for people who don’t want buy a full lunch. I buy a bag of Fun Yuns, an orange, and a banana. “Give that to Heather.” I tell Caitlin tossing her the orange. “I’m going to the library to go see Patrick.”
“Okay. Tell him I said ‘hey’.” smiles Caitlin catching the orange with no problem.
The library is the only place in the school I can think without interruption. I wouldn’t be surprised if Lindsey didn’t know we had a library. Everything to the bland military style carpet to the matching comfortable chairs, to the thousands of books just makes me feel safe and calm. Walking into the library I see a tall man standing behind the checkout desk. Patrick, the librarian and longtime friend, is going over an inventory log. He has light auburn hair shortly cut he call the “professional” look (I liked it better long), nice broad shoulders, and a god like face that could make Abercrombie models jealous.
We met when I was in eighth grade and he was a junior. When I became a freshman he took me under his wing showing me which teacher to joke with and all the great hide-out spots. After he graduated he went to an over the summer collage to become a librarian, and works here at the school to gain experience.
“Oh Patrick.” I call in a sing song voice.
Patrick looks up and his face is immediately covered with a smile so white dentist would cry with joy. “Hey Sharon long time no see.” He looks down and raises an eyebrow. “You know the rule about food in the library.”
I can’t raise my eyebrow like that so I get a little jealous, but I shrug it off. “I won’t be in the library; I will be in your office.” I retort.
He rolls his eyes and sighs as I make my way around the desk. A big hug is exchanged and I pull up a chair to make myself comfortable. I set down my soda and begin to peel my banana. “Hey I thought you said you were going to my office.” Patrick asks pretending to be annoyed.
Shrugging I take a bite. “I say a lot of things.” I state a mouth full of banana.
“Very lady like.” He mocks.
I open my mouth full of chewed banana to show I don’t care. Patrick gives a light chuckle that mean he gives up. “So what is up?” he asks.
“Nothing much, everyone thinks I’m dating the new kid because he kissed me in the hall this morning. Oh and Caitlin says ‘hey’” I say nonchalantly.
“Wait back up, the new kid kissed you? Do you mean the quote, unquote “total babe” I have been hearing about?”
“Yeah that’s the one. I met him once at Studio 7 last weekend and we went to the gym together the next day. That is all.” An exasperated sigh comes from Patrick and I laugh. “I know that’s what I said. Oh but I haven’t told you the best part.”
He looks at me like I was crazy. “There’s more?”
“Yeah, Lindsey has gotten some crazy idea in her head that he is desperately in love with her and doesn’t know how to break up with me to get with her.” Patrick’s mouth dropped open, and after a moment of silence he laughed hysterically. It took him a minute to calm down.
“So… you’re telling me… that she thinks she is better than you?” he asks between hiccups.
“Doesn’t she always?” I ask back.
“Yeah.” He shrugs.
Quickly becoming agitated remembering earlier that morning, I’m desperate to change the subject. “Hey how is collage going?”
“It’s okay, but I just hate the crazy hours. I barely get five hours of sleep one night, but an entire day the next.”
“Mm sounds fun, but at least you have your own place so your parents won’t nag you about getting home so late.”
“Yeah having my own place rocks; completely makes up for it all. You guys should come over some time.”
A lovely offer, but as a member of the school faculty that is illegal good sir.” I say matter of factly taking a sip of my soda.
“What? No its not! I’m only eighteen, maybe if I was like twenty-five or something then yeah it’s illegal.”
“Well since you said that then, yes I would love to go. Oh and I’ll be sure to tell everyone when I go down stairs.”
“Cool. This weekend okay?”
“Sounds great.” I look down at my phone. “Oh my how the time does fly.” I say in a stuck up country ascent. Patrick raises his eyebrow at me (grr I want to be able to do that). “Lunch ends in ten minutes.” He does a silent ‘Ah’ then does his famous laugh in his throat that makes models faint, and honestly when he does it it makes him almost (almost) dateable in my eyes; but since he is my not-actually brother it’s a no end of story.
I toss the empty banana skin in the trash and give Patrick the rest of my soda. He stands and gives me a hug and I make my way back to the cafeteria. Deciding to take the long way, I make a left at the art room. The hallways are completely empty and a little eerie. A sudden laugh coming from the bathrooms make me jump. I spin around only to be face to face with Adam Turner, the school quarter-back star and his best friend Stan Livens the linebacker. The shocked look quickly turns to an annoyed scowl as the two jocks look at me like a 20 oz. steak and they were starving wolves (kinda are).
Being the star quarter back isn’t what makes him so annoyingly stuck up, no it’s the fact that he is one of the most gorgeous guys at the school. His mid-forehead length sandy blonde hair is always perfectly parted, his Caribbean blue eyes sparkle like sapphires, and sun soaked tan skin puts it all together. He has a strong chin and muscles that could choke a lion are exactly why he is so egotistical that and he is dating Lindsey. Stan is the same way with military style cut rich oak color hair and deep brown eyes that could go on forever. His wide set shoulders fit perfectly in the tight shirts he wears showing off his muscles at the same time. He has darkly tanned skin like an Arabian prince.
I turn to leave, but Adam’s strong hand catches me. “Whoa there minou, where are you going in such a hurry?” he asks.
I stare at his hand waiting for him to remove is, and when he doesn’t I look at him with a leave-me-alone glare. Adam is one of the only people in the world who doesn’t flinch at my glares. “Let me go.” I say in not hiding my irritation.
He lets go of my arm and puts his hands up in a mock self-defense. “Okay so how about you come and finish the lunch period with me?” he winks.
I put my hand on my chest exaggeratedly and pretend to be flattered. “The Adam Turner wants to spend his ever precious time with little old me? This must be my lucky day. First the complete babe of a new kid now the “Golden Child” of the school?” sarcasm coated on every word. “Only ten minutes left and I’m going to spend it with people I like, not you.”
Adams muscular arm snakes around my waist and he bends down close enough that our noses are touching. “We can do a lot more in ten minutes than you and your friends can do.” He whispers.
Complete disgust fills me and I fight to pull away from him, but I might as well be super glued with chains to a wall. My struggle apparently amuses him and he laughs along with Stan. His arm tightens and he begins to lead me down the hall opposite from the cafeteria. I’m not helpless, I can fight, but I don’t like to humiliate people dumber than me (unless it’s Lindsey). “This is your last chance to let me go before I-.”
Adam and Stan look at each other and laugh. Stan looks at me and asks “What are you going to do Goth Barbie? Cut yourself until we let you go?” he cuts me off.
My eyebrow twitches in annoyance. It’s one thing to call me a Barbie, which I get a lot, but calling me Goth always has its way of throwing off. A snarky remark forms in my mouth ready to be spoken, but I’m cut off again (it’s actually really annoying no wonder teachers hate it). “Leave her alone guys.” A strong familiar voice says from behind us.
All three of us turn around, me still practically plastered to Adam, to see Damion’s