I was so tired last night I didn't have the strength to write more of my story, but I've got the day off after school so I'll get to catch up!
As I'm getting my books from my locker, I notice that I didn't bring my secret notebook... I must have left it at home... But I don't remember getting it out of my school bag either. I furiously do another search and conclude that it's not any where.
"Damn it!" I swear out loud in the near empty hallway, the class have already begun. I resign myself to go to class, which happen to be PE. As I walk in, the students are already choosing people for their soccer teams.
"Where's your gym clothes?" The middle aged bodybuilder of a PE teacher asks me.
"Well... eh... I've got cramps." I affirm awkwardly. Thankfully he gets the message without having me needing to spell it for him.
"It's alright, you can sit this one out."
With a thankful nod, I go take a seat on one of the empty benches all around the gym. I couldn't careless about soccer, much less college soccer, so instead of watching, I just take out a sketch book and draw a few things that comes to mind.
"Good afternoon Cassandra." Comes Alek's voice, making me jump ten foot in the air in surprise. I hadn't noticed him approaching. "You're sitting out the class?"
"Yeah, girl problems... What about you?" I ask back, seeing as he's not in his clothes either.
"Heart condition, I can't do much exercise."
"I'm sorry to hear that." I say with legitimate sadness, I'm a loner, not a sociopath.
"Which reminds me..." He then proceed to fetch something out of his own bag and hands it to me.
I take it and realize what it is; my lost notebook, with over a month worth of work inside of it.
"Oh my god! Thank you!" I say, giving him a surprise hug. "Where did you find it?"
"You gave it to me along with my own with the notes I passed you."
"Ah, that explains it. Wait... did you read it?"
He looks away with an evasive and guilty look in his eyes. "I did..."
"It's just a draft, it's not really good, I'm just tossing ideas and--"
"Actually, I did like it." He says, interrupting my babbling.
"You do?" I ask, reluctant. The look in his eyes seems to say he's serious.
"Yes, I especially liked the different vampire races. Where did you get that idea?"
"Mostly from books and movies, I figured if there were so much different and contradictory myth it was maybe because they are different breeds. So I inspired myself from popular ones like Dracula and count Orlok. I'm thinking of a third type that will come in later on."
"I can't wait to read it." He says with a grin, making it the first time I see him with a facial expression ever.
"I don't know... I've never let anyone read my stories..."
"I'll be a nice guy. No bad mouthing. Beside, you did a good work."
"Alright... I'll let you read it as it comes. But on one condition!"
"What is it?"
"I forgot my wallet, can you buy me something for lunch?" I demand, teasingly.
He takes one look at me and burst out laughing. "Alright, whatever you want."