Jaxon and I unfortunately have some classes together. And I guess we just had to be science partners. He said he’d come over and we could work on it today. Of course he already knows my address so I didn’t need to tell him that. But we did have to exchange cell phone numbers as Mr. Carter instructed us to do. Damn it! Why couldn’t Olive have been my partner.
“Hey, you ready?” Someone says from behind me. I scream and whirl around, coming face to face with Jaxon who’s sitting in my desk chair.
“How the hell did you…” He cuts me off.
“I used the window.” He explains.
“But I closed it.” I say examining it.
“Yeah, but I just broke the lock.” He continues watching my expression.
“You don’t seem surprised.” he notices.
“I’m not. I found out you were a vampire and Lucas is a werewolf. Pretty much nothing in the world can surprise me now.” I say blankly. He nods and smiles.
“Shall we get to work?” He asks, and I pull up another chair and sit beside him. I need to work on the desk too after all.
“You don’t find it odd that I’m dead, and could hurt you with no effort at all?” He asks, clearly wondering what it would be like to be in my position.
“No, I don’t really think of that.” I say, my face buried deep in my Science Textbook.
“I know you have at least some questions for me.” He says, lowering the textbook with his hand and looking into my eyes softly. I wish he wouldn’t do that!
“Well, of course I do. Would you expect me not to?” I ask.
“Ok, shoot.” He says sitting back in the chair.
“Ok. Who are the guys you hang out with at school?” I ask shocked by how he’s willing to answer any question. The opposite of Lucas, who I find annoying at the moment.
“Their also vampires, and their friends that I’ve known since I became a vampire. Just like the 3 guys Lucas hangs out with. The only difference is that the guys he hangs out with are all werewolves.” he points out the obvious.
“Ok, now can we get back to the project?” I ask.
“I heard it’s worth 50% of our grade.” He says.
“Really?” I ask astonished. “Than we better get moving on it. Let’s go Jaxon. You need to do some parts too.”
“I did.” He states.
“Your done?” I ask him incredulously.
“When you’ve lived as long as I have, you pick up a thing or two.” He shrugs.
“Wait, how old are you?” I ask him.
“I’m trapped being 19 my entire life, but I was born in 1805.” He explains.
“Oh. Ok then. But back to the project, why did you come over if you were already done?” I ask, feeling my face turn red knowing the answer.
“Because I didn’t want you to be all alone.” He says. Reaching across my face to put a strand of my hair behind my ear, and brushing his fingertips along my jaw. Sending electricity down my skin.
“Um…” I can’t remember what I was going to say. He smiles, knowingly.
“Someone's calling you. You should get that.” He says.
“Yeah, I should.” I say, walking out of the room, and to the kitchen where the home phone is ringing. I pick it up without looking at the caller ID, knowing it must be my parents saying their running late but will come home soon.
“Hello?” I start.
“Um, Araya. Could you please come to the Hospital. It’s your mom, she was attacked.” My dad explains. But I’m already running up the stairs and to my room.