Isaac's. That was his bedroom and bed you were on."
I groaned. Great, just what I needed to think about.
"I wanted to say thank you for not turning your back on us and running a mile when you found out what we are."
Grabbing some toilet paper, I wiped my face and then sat back, securing the blanket around my still quivering, weak body.
"I knew Isaac was different when he first came to the school. I just didn't know how." I shrugged. "Now I do know, I honestly don't care. I mean look at me, and still, he chose me to be his friend. I won't turn my back on him and his family."
She smiled widely. "You like him, don't you?"
"Of course, it's why we're friends."
"No, you know…" Her voice trailed off because of the glare I gave her. I shook my head and inclined it towards the door.
"Oh. Isaac," she called.
We both heard a deep sigh, and two others laughed.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Busted." Caelen chuckled.
Jezanna rolled her eyes and then leaned in to whisper, "We will discuss these things later."
Truthfully, I would've preferred not to speak of it at all. I wasn't used to feeling the way I was about Isaac, or anyone for that matter. It still scared me.
He could leave like the others had.
"I've placed some clothes for you on the basket beside the door for after your shower. I have to apologize though, because I don't think they'll fit you right." She paused to study me. "Do you think you'll be okay on your own, or would you like some help?"
Climbing slowly to my feet, to prove I could manage on my own, I smiled. I felt terrible. My legs shook, my stomach churned, my skin pulled around the healed wound and my head thumped at my temples. I'd never received someone's help in the shower before, and I wasn't about to start.
"All right, if you're not out in half an hour, I'll be coming back in to check on you."
"You might want to give me an hour. I'm going to be taking my time in here, ease some of these pains and aches."
She nodded once, gave me a quick hug and whispered, "You would be good for my brother." Before I could say anything, she left.
Stunned, I just stood there for a while. It was nice of her to say so, but I highly doubted Isaac would ever consider me that way. He saw me as a friend, someone he would protect, nothing else. And I couldn't let myself think any different.
The first thing I did was to check my side for the knife injury. What the hell? There wasn't any sign of it. How was that possible? Even after the time my mom hit me in the head, I woke up with a bruise. There should have been a small healing cut at least. But nothing?
Unless, the vampire blood combined with my own could have had some play in my quicker than usual healing? It was definitely a fact to consider.
After some time in the shower, I got out and dried myself, thanking the almighty above the shower had helped relieve some tension. Now, all I had to do was eat something and hope it would help settle my stomach after vomiting the contents of it. I needed to eat regularly; my metabolism burned a lot quicker than any normal human's, mainly because of being part cat. Apparently, they liked to graze all day, something I had inherited.
I looked down at the clothes Jezanna brought in and knew, just with a look, they were going to be a tight fit. Once I dressed, I surveyed myself in the mirror. Snorting out a laugh, I gazed at the words on the closely fit pink tee, 'I love vamps.' Was she trying to be funny? To go with the tee, I had on a tight pair of black pants. Neither of them I would have bought myself. I liked things baggy. Though, there was nothing I could do about it right then, no matter how self-conscious I felt.
Drying my hair one more time, I chucked the towel in the basket beside the door.
Opening the door, I looked out into Isaac's bedroom. The light was on in the empty room. I took some time looking around. Isaac's bed sat under a huge window. And that was really about it for his bedroom. He didn't even have a desk, so there
I groaned. Great, just what I needed to think about.
"I wanted to say thank you for not turning your back on us and running a mile when you found out what we are."
Grabbing some toilet paper, I wiped my face and then sat back, securing the blanket around my still quivering, weak body.
"I knew Isaac was different when he first came to the school. I just didn't know how." I shrugged. "Now I do know, I honestly don't care. I mean look at me, and still, he chose me to be his friend. I won't turn my back on him and his family."
She smiled widely. "You like him, don't you?"
"Of course, it's why we're friends."
"No, you know…" Her voice trailed off because of the glare I gave her. I shook my head and inclined it towards the door.
"Oh. Isaac," she called.
We both heard a deep sigh, and two others laughed.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Busted." Caelen chuckled.
Jezanna rolled her eyes and then leaned in to whisper, "We will discuss these things later."
Truthfully, I would've preferred not to speak of it at all. I wasn't used to feeling the way I was about Isaac, or anyone for that matter. It still scared me.
He could leave like the others had.
"I've placed some clothes for you on the basket beside the door for after your shower. I have to apologize though, because I don't think they'll fit you right." She paused to study me. "Do you think you'll be okay on your own, or would you like some help?"
Climbing slowly to my feet, to prove I could manage on my own, I smiled. I felt terrible. My legs shook, my stomach churned, my skin pulled around the healed wound and my head thumped at my temples. I'd never received someone's help in the shower before, and I wasn't about to start.
"All right, if you're not out in half an hour, I'll be coming back in to check on you."
"You might want to give me an hour. I'm going to be taking my time in here, ease some of these pains and aches."
She nodded once, gave me a quick hug and whispered, "You would be good for my brother." Before I could say anything, she left.
Stunned, I just stood there for a while. It was nice of her to say so, but I highly doubted Isaac would ever consider me that way. He saw me as a friend, someone he would protect, nothing else. And I couldn't let myself think any different.
The first thing I did was to check my side for the knife injury. What the hell? There wasn't any sign of it. How was that possible? Even after the time my mom hit me in the head, I woke up with a bruise. There should have been a small healing cut at least. But nothing?
Unless, the vampire blood combined with my own could have had some play in my quicker than usual healing? It was definitely a fact to consider.
After some time in the shower, I got out and dried myself, thanking the almighty above the shower had helped relieve some tension. Now, all I had to do was eat something and hope it would help settle my stomach after vomiting the contents of it. I needed to eat regularly; my metabolism burned a lot quicker than any normal human's, mainly because of being part cat. Apparently, they liked to graze all day, something I had inherited.
I looked down at the clothes Jezanna brought in and knew, just with a look, they were going to be a tight fit. Once I dressed, I surveyed myself in the mirror. Snorting out a laugh, I gazed at the words on the closely fit pink tee, 'I love vamps.' Was she trying to be funny? To go with the tee, I had on a tight pair of black pants. Neither of them I would have bought myself. I liked things baggy. Though, there was nothing I could do about it right then, no matter how self-conscious I felt.
Drying my hair one more time, I chucked the towel in the basket beside the door.
Opening the door, I looked out into Isaac's bedroom. The light was on in the empty room. I took some time looking around. Isaac's bed sat under a huge window. And that was really about it for his bedroom. He didn't even have a desk, so there
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