Free Bleeding Love by Ashley Andrews Page A

Katherine, the freshmen's representative, pleaded
complete with a pout and almost-watery eyes. “It doesn't have to be the whole
Night Class.”
    A few others
agreed with her.
    “It's fine with
everyone if we just invite the males,” another one supplied, and with that,
Adrienne couldn't help but snicker.
    The guys
countered the girls' proposition.
    “No! The Night
chicks are sexy as hell. They have to come too even if some of them are geeks
and dweebs.”
    The head of them
all—the president—pursed her lips in dissatisfaction with what was happening
right in front of her. Her school just wanted the Night Class to come because
of the physical benefits they could offer, and she didn't like that—the
inferiority complex of her human friends with the vampires. She’d met a few of
the Night group students, and they were pompous as hell.
    Adrienne didn't
want them to mix with the humans because she knew how much their egos would
boost even more if that happened.
    “You're
underestimating us, people.” Adrienne looked down at them. “You have a stupid
reason for wanting to merge the Day and the Night Classes. If you can give me a
better motive, then maybe I can rethink my decision and talk to the principal—my
dad.”
    Better reason or
not, Adrienne was staying firm to her first and last verdict—that the Night
Class was not going to go anywhere near the Day Class. She smiled triumphantly
to herself; no one was going to make her change her mind.
* * * * *
    She was extremely
wrong. Very, very wrong. Did she actually think that Constance's Day Class
would let the opportunity of being with the Night Class just slide like that?
The moment the council meeting ended, its members, Adrienne excluded, rushed to
their respective class groups and quickly thought of good enough reasons for
Adrienne to allow the integration of the two classes.
    By the end of the
day, at least a few hundred people had come up to her, shooting lengthy but
sensible speeches at her. A few them had actually been good—a call for change, unity
amidst diversity, for the betterment of school society, etc, etc. She couldn't
believe it, but at seven o'clock in the evening she was in her father's office
and was giving him the proposal.
    “I didn't want
to, but everyone, seriously Dad,  everyone  was against me! And
can you believe it? Even Brianna thought I was being melodramatic and
overprotective!” Adrienne's voice rose and sounded irritated. “Well, I'm sorry
if I just don't want them to get eaten by a bunch of vampires!”
    “Don't forget.
You're one of us too.”
    An all-too
familiar voice joined the conversation, and Adrienne pursed her lips.
    “Xavier.”
    Adrienne didn't
turn to face him or even acknowledge him. She was still deeply wounded with the
way he consistently embarrassed and degraded her, usually when he was in front
of his friends. She had never been treated by anyone the way he treated her.
    “Still mending
your broken heart?” His voice wasn't teasing, nor was there that usual tone of
arrogance. It was…emotionless.
    Adrienne nodded
at what she considered proof of her theory, he just probably asked the question
for the sake of bringing up a topic she didn't want to talk about. Heartless
bastard.
    “It's healed,” she
partly lied and thanked God he couldn't read her mind or else he'd know how
false that statement was. She may not have feelings for her ex anymore, but she
still felt her emotions rise and heat up whenever Ethan talked to her and
flirted around with other girls. Yes, flirted, and he was now pursuing
Charlotte Daniels—the head cheerleader.
    “You don't have to
move on so quickly.” Now, he sounded teasing. “You have your whole immortal
life to do that.”
    Her vampire
instincts coming to the fore, Adrienne let out a deep growl from the pit of her
stomach.
    Xavier knew right
then and there to shut up. Xavier was threatening her, hurting her pride, and
he knew what would happen if he continued. She'd use her