Not Another Vampire Book by Ramona Flowers (best classic books of all time .TXT) 📕

student’s test drive.
Pulling into the gym parking lot, I see Damion waiting for me in the front. Wow he’s ten minutes early I thought. He gives my car a low whistle then he looks at me and does the same. I roll my eyes and push him aside to get inside.
“What’s a sexy car like that doing in your hand?” he teased.
“It was a birthday present.” I reply in a Duh tone.
“Whoa attitude alert” he continues to mock me. “Aren’t you a little young to have a licenses?”
“One I’m only one year younger than you and two I’m just that awesome.”
“Okay I can tell my “ego” is annoying to you so I’m going to propose a deal.”
“What would that deal be exactly?” I ask raising my eyebrows at the sudden change in topic.
“If you can out run me on the treadmill then I will be the world’s best gentleman…”
“And if I can’t?”
“You have to go on a date with me.” He smiles smugly like he has already won.
“Yeah right like I would.”
“I’ll pay for your gas for a month.”
I raise my eye brow to consider the deal. That would save me some good shopping money. After a long moment, “Sure, it’s a deal.” I shake his hand in agreement. The evil smile on his face scares me and I want to back out of the deal, but it’s too late we shook hands.
We start off in a slow jog and by the determined look on his face; I know he really wants to win. A night with him paying to treat me like a queen wouldn’t be so bad, until I caught him staring at my butt. Rolling my eyes (it seems to become an every five second thing around him) I put my iPod in and stare straight ahead. After forty-five minutes of straight jogging I’m beginning to feel tired, and I look over at Damion who hasn’t even broken a sweat. I grunt at myself for being so weak, I guess staying up until two-thirty in the morning on practically flavored sugar water isn’t good for your body.
By an hour in a half I have to stop to breathe, and wipe the sweat out of my face. I rest my hands on my knees and a hand smacks my butt. Immediately my hand flies up and slaps Damion in the face making him stumble on his treadmill.
“What was that for?!” he yells.
“Don’t act so innocent, you hit my butt!” I accuse.
“No I didn’t!” he protests.
I was about to call him a liar when laughter from behind me stops me. A couple of what look like seniors were laughing hysterically at us.
“It wasn’t your friend honey.” They called through their laughter.
My face turned red with rage as I stopped over there. “You think it is funny to sexually harass someone then blame it on someone else?” I demanded my hands on my hips.
The two boys looked at each other for a second then laughed some more; it only made me angrier. Then one of them put his arm around my shoulder. “Hey cutie calm down. If you think about it, it’s a compliment. Your cute enough that my hand found its way to get your so worthy attention.” He winked.
I punched him in the stomach, “Don’t touch me, ever. Okay? Cutie.” I mocked as I walked back to Damion.
His mouth hung open and I closed it for him. “I’m sorry I didn’t know it was them.” I apologized.
He rubbed his cheek where I slapped him. “Well I did beat you and since you slapped me, that’s two dates instead of one.
I open my mouth to protest, but closed it because a red welt was forming where I slapped him. Giggling and wincing when he touched it. When we passed a row of mirrors his mouth dropped, and he glared at me. “Three.” He gritted through his teeth.
“Okay it’s not that bad. I’m not going on THREE dates with you, one is bad enough.” I complained. He shot me a look and I knew there was no arguing my way out of this one. Throwing my hands up in a huff, I went to go shower.
The next day at school was an unexpected and a complete nightmare. It starts off normally I dress like I’m straight out of a scene kid magazine with my black tight skinny jeans and My Chemical romance shirt. A fresh coat of black nail polish was applied the night before, and with my blue and green streaks newly done stick out like a sore thumb in my blonde hair. Only a light line of black eyeliner covers my eyes. I don’t like the hardcore kohl stuff; it makes my face feel sticky.
. We are only allowed to wear everyday clothes on Mondays, the rest are uniform days. The school board believes it gives us room to express ourselves. The uniforms are white or black short sleeve button down shirts with black and different shades of red plaid skirts with matching tie. The skirts come in thigh high, knee length, and ankle. Guys wear pants that are black dress pants or khaki, but still have to wear the ties. My wardrobe either earned glares from the school trollops, or whistles from the rest of the male population. Both are easy to ignore, and I have a semi good tolerance for their crap (most days).
“Sharon!” One of my best friends, Heather, yells as she tackles me. My bestest friend Caitlin laughs at out weirdness.
Heather dresses like me except with brown and red hair and an Avenge Sevenfold shirt. She has very fair skin and freckles, her blue eyes stick out from the rest of her. All three of us have a strange obsession with 80’s movies and musicals. We constantly sing “Dance Magic” from Labyrinth with David Bowie; the first ever scene queen. Caitlin has bronze skin with long dark, dark brown hair and light brown streaks that used to be red. She is the most normal out of our crazy trio, she dresses normal too. In a way she balances us out. After our hugs and hellos we head off to our morning classes, because we only have afternoon classes together.
Then there were the school’s “popular” aka the cheerleaders, aka Lindsey Calhoun. Lindsey was the caption of the squad and a total tramp. She had obviously fake platinum blonde hair and big (and fake) boobs she throws at guys to get what she wants. Her skirts are so short they practically show her underwear when she bends over. Basically a porcelain doll with short clothes; her “friends” looks the same, but with different color hair or darker skin. All of them have spray on tans, of course, but the only thing they have in common (besides probably STD’S) is they all hate me because for some reason their little jocks boyfriends can’t stop drooling over me.
“Please welcome our new student Damion Michaels.” My English teacher Mr.Morin
My jaw drops and all the girls in class begin to murmur about how cute he is. He winked at me, and a girl behind me sighs forcing me to roll my eyes. ”Please choose your seat Mr.Michaeals.” I looked around and the only open chair was next to me, the look in his face told me he knew it too.
Damion made his way, painfully slow, to the desk next to mine and sat down. He leaned over and I was about to tell him to leave me alone, but he went to the girl behind me and introduced himself. Instantly I got mad, and I shot him an evil I’m-going-to-kill you glare. An equally wicked smile crossed his face, he got the reaction he wanted and I completely gave it to him. “Sharon please catch Damion up on what we have been working on.” Mr.Morin asked.
“Okay” I replied, and when he wasn’t looking I gave an exhausted sigh.
After what seemed like forever, the bell rang finally dismissing first period. Everyone flew from their seats and flocked to Damion. Luck me I squeezed out before I got caught in the crowd. My locker always takes me two tries to successfully open, leaving me vulnerable for people I don’t want to talk to or see catch me. This is one of those times. A heavy hand clamps on my shoulder, and I nearly scream until I realized who it was.
“What?!” I snapped at Damion.
He bent down and kissed me so suddenly I had to use my locker to steady myself. The strange but lovely warmth began to spread, but I pulled away and slapped him harder than at the gym. It was too late people saw it and it was going to spread faster than the speed of sound. People were already pointing and whispering, I punched him one more time to the stomach for good measure then stormed off.
Sighing gratefully when I got to my seat in my debate class; it was a small class of ten and we were in the computer lab so I sat by myself in the back. My entire class, even my teacher, loved me but knew when I needed lone time. I began to process what had just happened in the hall. No doubt it was all over junior hall making its way through each class grade. During morning free time before school starts the news of a new kid spread like the plague. The sound of the chair next to me shook me out of my thought process. “Seat’s taken.” I say not bothering to look up.
“It is now.” A familiar stuck up voice retorts back.
My head shoots up and there he is continuing to ruin my day. Monday of all days, honestly what have I ever done to anyone; other than slips laxatives into the cheerleader’s water bottles. ”Go away. Damion.” I say slowly careful not to yell.
“Can’t this is my next class.” he replies smugly sitting down despite my order.
“Give me your schedule” I demand. He hands me his schedule and I nearly rip out my hair. “Every single class.” I whisper to myself. “Every single class!” I yell this time. “You have every class with me, but I’m in all advanced classes even PE. How?!” I’m only a sophomore, but I take all advanced junior classes; even then they are still the above regular juniors.
“I’m a junior and I’m smart too.” he shrugs. His casualness about it makes me grit my teeth.
“Welcome, welcome class.” my favorite teacher Ms.Kortright greets. “We have a new student, I doubt you guys realize.” She scans the room the room for Damion. “Ah.” She exclaims. “There you are and smart to pick a seat next to the top student.” She smiles at me, and I smile back at her.
“Yeah and that’s her boyfriend.” Someone call from the other side of the room. I send a glare in the direction it came from.
“No he is not my boyfriend.” I say trying to hold back a witty that would get me sent to the office.
“Then why did he kiss you in the hall?” another voice shouts out. I look at Ms.Kortright for help, but the intrigued look on her face told me I was on my own.
“Ask him.” I snap.
Everyone turned to Damion with expecting eyes. “You’re right I’m not your boyfriend, and I kissed you because you’re hot. That’s it.”
There was an awkward moment of silence, and then Ms.Kortright burst out laughing. Stunned, everyone’s head shot to her. “Well Mr. Damion I admit that Ms. Sharon is a very beautiful young lady, but I hardly think that is reason to kiss someone you just met. Furthermore can we please start class and