VAMPIRE ROMANCE: A Witchy Girl (A Vampire In Disguise Book 2, Paranormal Romance) (Mystery Fantasy Dark Demon Romance)

by Amelia Wilson

  “Hey, you there.” Her friend glanced at us and nudged the girl. Finally, she looked towards us. “You, come here.” I gestured with my hand. Lee had also noticed my interest towards the girl and smirked as they came forward.

  “What will your name be?” I asked, showing them my smile, which had so many girls fawning over me. My smile was the most complimented on attribute of my body, but my most prized possession, of course, was currently tucked securely in my pants.

  “Sharon Esther.” The dark-haired girl said with defiance as she crossed her arms over her chest. That made her boobs pucker out a bit more, and this is probably the first time I am saying this, but the girl looked so cute in the way she was standing.

  “Sharon, how about you kiss my friend here?” Lee chirped up from beside me as he pointed his finger in my direction. Way to go Lee! He understood me so well.

  “How about your friend kisses my ass?” came her calm reply. Wow, she has some attitude. What girl on earth would not like to kiss me? Would not like to kiss THE Michael Starton?

  “Sure babe, just tell me when and where you would like me to kiss your ass?” I smirked as I stood up from the chair I was sitting on before. Gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd of students still standing.

  “How about now and here,” she replied, with one of her smirks. Her friend was dumbfounded as her mouth fell open and she stared with big round eyes at Sharon.

  “Gladly.” I imagined she didn’t think I would come closer to her, but to my surprise as I did, she slapped me. My head turned to the other side from the impact of her palm with my cheek. Now the gasps were louder, and Sharon flipped her hair back as she walked away from the scene like a heroine who had just saved the world. Her friend followed closely. The shame and anger which bubbled up inside me were more than enough for me to go and tackle her to the ground. I just wanted to take away her pride. The boys, understanding what I was going through, immediately shooed off the crowd from the cafeteria, and soon we were alone. My hands were clenching beside me.

  Chapter-3 Sharon

  “Shar, you just slapped a senior. We have to be with him for two years before he leaves. What were you thinking?” Mirabelle was on the verge of pulling out my hair from its roots. She had big brown eyes, and her hands were comically lifted up and down in frustration as she whisper-shouted at me.

  “I taught the bully a lesson. I don’t care if I have to be with him for another two years. I can easily handle people like him. He needs nothing but a proper opponent to show him his place,” I said arrogantly. I am normally not like this, but that guy just pissed me off. I hated obnoxious, arrogant, rich boys. How could he ask to kiss me for a ritual of bullying? Okay, his friend told me to kiss him, but that information is a minor one, and we can ignore it. Right?

  “You’re an idiot! Why on earth did I have to meet you? Why are you my best friend? Oh god, just why?” Now Mirabelle was pulling on her own hair. She is a character who came out of a comic book. I giggled at this thought.

  “Why are you laughing?” Mirabelle asked, slightly irritated.

  “Nothing babe, I just love you,” I put my arm around her and brought her head close to my shoulder, hugging her. She can never be angry with me when I did that. It was like a switch to turn off her anger.

  “Now, don’t try that trick on me. It’s too old.”

  We both giggled at this. Currently, we were walking to our first class; Maths. I hadn’t had any breakfast, and because of that guy with the too pointy nose, I didn’t have the chance to get some cafeteria food . Just as we took a seat in the middle row in the class, my stomach decided to growl loudly. Ugh, I hate you, too-pointy-nose guy. Seriously, his nose was very pointy; it seemed like someone pulled at it with a pincer when he was a baby.

  “Someone needs to get mice control for their stomach,” Mirabelle commented from beside me.

  “Oh, shut up, you are not the one who was forced out of the door this morning,” I said glaring at her.

  “Hey, it was your fault, for which you got a kick on your ass this morning. We were going to be late,” She said pointing her index finger at me. Yes, people, my best friend did kick me in the ass this morning to get me out of my house. Embarrassing? Well, yeah, a lot.

  “And what did we get for arriving on time?” I asked, lifting up one of my eyebrows for some extra effect.

  Just as she was going to answer, the teacher arrived. Cheers to beginning the day with the worst subject of them all.

  I somehow managed to stay alive and awake through the class. Why did I take up Maths again? Yeah right, to impress my parents. The bell rang the moment when I thought I nearly going to fall off of the desk. I startled back to reality.

  “You know, you’re going to fail if you don’t study for this subject. You didn’t hear a single thing.” Mirabelle said, as we were walking up to our lockers to get the books for the next class.

  “I heard everything, you always think I don’t hear anything, but I do!” I said as I slammed the locker door shut. Now we had painting class.

  “Tell me what a hyperbola is?” She said.

  “A polar what?” I asked, scrunching up my face with confusion. What on earth is a polar bear doing in the subject Maths?

  “Just like I thought,” She stopped walking suddenly.

  “What’s wrong now?” I went back and asked her. She just kept staring, “The boys!”

  I looked to where she was staring, and there they were. Our notorious seniors! They were all standing in a huddle and laughing about something. I couldn’t help but do accept, that guy who I slapped in the morning was handsome. He had this certain special aura around him. His smile brought unknown feelings bubbling up through my chest. His golden brown hair had a look which seemed effortless yet looked damn good like it was styled in a parlor. And he was wearing a black T-shirt with jeans. Man, I just couldn’t help myself but stare at his broad chest and shoulders, his toned biceps and his nearly visible abdominalsand…, I am ranting, aren’t I? Wait, a second, why on earth am I crushing over the idiot I slapped in the morning? I shook off the momentary weakness, “We should be going to our class, so start walking.” I said to Mirabelle in a serious tone.

  I started walking with Mirabelle in tow. I had put up a straight face, but mind it, now, when the adrenaline is down, I am anything but serious right now. Maybe, a little scared too.

  As we passed without any obstacles, I noticed from the corner of my eye that that guy had got all serious and somber. He was staring at me with that look which said that he would have his revenge, while the other boys chatted around him and as our eyes met, his face got even more severe, if that was possible.

  Chapter-4 Sharon

  My first day at college finished sooner than I had expected. I didn’t have any more encounters with the too-pointy-nose-guy except the staring competition during lunch. I even made a few friends. There’s the stylish and posh Ashley. She’s not at all bitchy, unlike the girls who are rich like her. She talks great and then there’s, Sierra, she’s much like me. A no-nonsense type of girl yet cares a lot for her friends; we hit it off immediately when we met in painting class. Mirabelle was somewhat jealous of her for becoming so close to me already. She is a territorial person. But who can blame her? I am special. Gerard and Jerome, the two cute twins, were hilarious, and finally, there was this guy, a special one. I always save the best for the last! His name is Julian. Dude, that guy is some hot piece. I mean, he’s not only hot, but he also has manners and an excellent sense of humor, He was nothing like that too-pointy-nose guy. Julian and I made friends when we were in the gym class, and I was struggling to climb the rope.

  Don’t get me wrong; I am a very sporty person. I always got praises from my gym teacher in school being the most fantastic in sports among the girls. But rope climbing thing was new to me, and I didn’t have a clue of what to do. He came up to me and helped me out a bit. He was so polite.

  Currently, I was waiting for my new friends to show up. We were goi
ng to a party that a senior was throwing on the occasion of the new semester. We were supposed to go in Julian’s car; he had a range rover which would pack every one of us comfortably.

  As I was dialing up Mirabelle’s number, a knock sounded on the door. I padded my way to the door, and there she was.

  “Sorry, we got a bit late. Our dear Ashley couldn’t find her favorite lip gloss.” Mirabelle laughed.

  “Sure, Belle, I was not getting irritated at all,” I said as I closed the door and walked side by side with her.

  On my approach, I saw that all of the back seats were packed as Mirabelle quickly jumped into the last empty one. The front seat, besides Julian's, was the only one not occupied. I smell treachery!

  Oh well, I don’t think the boys have cooties anymore, I acted like an adult and got in the front.

  I could see Jerome and Gerard trying to control their laughter while Mirabelle was looking down, smirking. Yeah, this definitely was their doing.

  The party had already started when we reached the senior’s house. The room was lit by neon lights, which kept it dark and yet lit enough to see our way. The guy was rich; the house was so big that it looked like a motel. Many of the boys and girls were dancing around to the sound of the loud Metallica playing in the music system. Booze fragranced the air.

  “How about Sharon and me here, bring you all something to drink before hitting the dance floor?” Julian shouted over the loud music. Everybody nodded their heads in agreement. We walked through the swarm of people finally reaching the table having glasses filled with different drinks. I am not much of a drinker, and all of the glasses confused me.

  “By your face, I assume you haven’t had alcohol before?” Julian asked with a soft smile. Always the observer!

  “I had a few, but I am not much of a drinker. I don’t know,” I said honestly.

  “Well, let me help you then. These are beers; probably you know about these and these are pure sodas. So pick what you want and take two beers for Gerard and Jerome and choose what you think Mirabelle will like. Is that okay?” He explained to me all very clearly. This guy was so understanding, and sweet.

  “Yeah, sure,” I picked up what he said and decided to take beers for Mirabelle and me too. We should get to have a little fun now that we are in uni.

  As we brought the drinks, Ashley, Sierra, Gerard, Jerome and Mirabelle chucked it down quick and took off for the dance floor. I was left alone with Julian, standing in a corner watching everyone.

  “So I heard that you are from Southerly Hills?” He said as he took a sip from his drink.

  “Yeah, I am. My family moved in with Mirabelle’s. We came here together,” I explained to him.

  “Why did you move here to Redwoods? I mean, Southerly Hills also has some great colleges, doesn’t it?” He asked, noticing each and every one of my moves.

  “Yeah, it does. Father had a transfer, and he said it would be a great weather change, so moved out here. Mirabelle wanted to join the same college, and her father asked for a transfer too. Mirabelle and my family are very close." I said smiling at him. I liked his way of trying to get to know me. It was sweet.

  “Well, it’s great that your father had a transfer, or else I wouldn’t have gotten to meet you.” He said flirtatiously.

  “What?” I was surprised and yet I was smiling.

  “It’s not a secret, I like you, Sharon. We just have a special connection I guess. I should go get a drink,” with that, Julian fled from the spot. I was left to dwell on his words when I saw a figure coming towards me. Even in this dim light, I couldn’t make a mistake in recognizing him. There goes the perfect evening!

  Chapter-5 Michael

  I had noticed her talking to that new guy, Julian. He seemed someone special, like I knew him from somewhere. That guy has already got famous among the girls, bringing our market down. Yeah, I am calling the girls an exchange object. I don’t regret that. The girls don’t have brains; they only see good looks. I was standing in the dark when I noticed her enter with her friends. Julian was all over her instead of the opposite, and she didn’t even notice. And why shouldn’t he be? Sharon was such an astonishing girl; so beautiful, and with brains. Her hair was loose, and from a distance, I noticed that she had onlya little makeup on, unlike the other girls around here. Her knee length dress was perfect, not too showy. The type of girl you took to your mother to meet. Any guy would be lucky to have her. What the hell am I saying? I seriously need to take my time off from thinking about her.

  Who invited her even?

  I saw as she walked off with Julian into the crowd and brought a few glasses for her and her friends. While the others took off to dancing, she stood with Julian sipping on her glass of alcohol elegantly. My friends were debating on some girl who was constantly looking at our group. They tried to figure out who the girl was looking at, and here I was standing staring at some girl who didn’t even look my way by mistake. I noticed that Sharon and Julian had some special discussion going on as Julian slowly moved closer to her ear like he was telling her a secret. Her eyes bulged out hearing that, but soon after I could see her being shy and looking down. That’s so cute. Julian left soon after that, more like he ran away for some cause. I couldn’t handle her being all alone in this environment with lusty, drunk guys all around her.

  “I am coming right back, I have something to do,” I announced to the boys as I stood from my seat. They all hummed in unison. I started walking towards her, and it seems like she finally noticed me. And there she goes, frowning at me. Shouldn’t I be the one frowning at her? She slapped me, after all!

  “Who invited you?” She put down her glass of alcohol like getting ready to use her hands on me again if necessary.

  “That’s none of your business,” she said, and glared at me.

  “It’s definitely my business. This is, after all, my house,” I chuckled humorlessly. Realization dawned on her and her mouth formed an ‘o’. She quickly recovered herself.

  “I should have known that already, no one but a douche like you could have such a house,” Sharon said.

  “Are you giving me a compliment about my house?” I asked, smirking and took a step towards her.

  “No, definitely not, it was in the sense, uh—well,” she looked a bit lost.

  “Well?” I took another step towards her and my chest nearly touched her face. We were close.

  “Could you please not invade my personal space?” She looked up at me and oh my god; she had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen in my whole life. She looked so tiny and fragile compared to me.

  I brought my mouth closer to her ear and whispered in a low voice, “Do you not like it?”

  She looked down, unable to take the intensity of the situation. She’s so naïve.

  “Hey dude, what the hell are you doing?” I looked around to find the owner of the voice was Julian.

  “Giving company to Sharon, who you had just abandoned in this crowded party,” I am not going to talk like I was trying to protect her. I just said that like I wanted to get her in my bed tonight.

  “Well, you can now buzz off,” Julian said, dignified. Dude, I can beat you to a pulp, but I was in no mood to do that.

  “Suit yourself, but next time you leave your girl alone, I am going to sweep her off her feet,” I looked towards Sharon and winked, and this time she was surprised. I might just be getting into her crushes list. I did feel a pang in my chest when I said the words, ‘your girl,' Ugh, Michael, get a grip on yourself.

  “Just fuck off,” Julian pushed at me to make me stumble backwards. I wasn’t expecting that. So, I guess this is going to be the hard way. I pushed back, and I could see the fire burning in his eyes. From my side, I could hear Sharon squeak something like stop. But boys never stay in their right minds when they are in a fight. I handed him a square punch on his nose. Just after a few seconds, he came back at me with one aimed at my stomach. Man, seriously? I have been a star street fighter for four glorious years. I easil
y dodged it and landed a sweet punch on his side. Lee finally arrived on the spot and held my hands back.

  “Let him go, man, what are you even fighting for? Just let it go.” Hans and Tim, on the other hand, were pushing at Julian to keep him back.

  “Now leave, please. We don’t want to have any more trouble here tonight,” Tim said seriously.

  With a last glare, Julian replied, “Gladly.” He took hold of Sharon’s hand and stormed off. I didn’t like him touching her.

  Chapter-6 Sharon

  I was shocked to see Julian pick a fight with Michael. It was not a big issue to them. I, however, am afraid of violence. Whenever there is any shouting or too much of fighting, I tend to cower away or stand like a doll in place with horror in my eyes.

  “Why did you have to pick a fight with him?” I asked, pulling my hand from his as we reached his car outside Michael’s house.

  “What do you expect me to do, huh? He was breathing down your neck just as I left you alone for a minute. I don’t like that, and then he dared to wink at you. I lost it,” he narrowed his eyes, and there was anger radiating from them. I softened at his statement; he only was protecting me. Quite the possessive one! I pulled out the handkerchief in my purse as I neared to his angry, heated frame. I rubbed at the blood running down his nose clearing it off a bit, “It still wasn’t necessary for you to do that. He’s much stronger than you. You do know that right? It only got you hurt. I am capable of protecting myself.” I whispered in a low tone. I could feel his eyes on me, and I tried hard not to look. I admit it, folks, I am a very shy person, past the bravado.