Two Gorgeous Hell

"So," Nadia said with mischief, "shall we grab some lunch and swap embarrassing childhood stories?"

I grinned. "Sounds like a plan. Though, knowing me, my most embarrassing stories are probably from this very day."

“Oh, I'm sure you can top anything I've got." She chuckled.

As we rose from our seats, the bullies reappeared, swaggering down the aisle like they owned the place. Brock shot us a menacing glare.

"Leaving so soon, pipsqueaks?" he sneered. "Just a friendly reminder to watch your backs."

Nadia and I exchanged a speechless glance, then simultaneously winked at each other. This seemed to confuse the bullies, leaving them as they called us freaks from behind.

Bloody humans.

We exited the classroom, laughing at their empty threats.

"So," I said, stepping out into the radiant afternoon sun, "where do you live? Maybe we can be neighbors."

Nadia shook her head, her blonde ponytail bouncing. "Not a chance. Different creatures, different digs. Vampires tend to pr