*Soleil*
Every second I spend in the cantine or hallways that week I find myself scanning the rooms for Luca and sometimes I am lucky enough to catch a glimpse of his tall muscular frame in the crowd. He was as expected accepted by the guys hanging around the Elites and he looked like he felt right at home with the IT crowd.
From the table where Davina and I usually sit at lunch, I can easily catch glimpses of him, as he hangs out with the other guys. He has such a handsome face, with a cute nose and full soft looking lips. Most days he has stubbles, like his facial hair grows very fast. It suits him, even if it makes him look a bit too old to be here. There is something endearing and charming about him and he always seems to smile.
Everytime I catch myself staring at him for too long, it is his wonderful hazel eyes drawing me in, but it is the beautiful and mesmerising smile, when it slowly spreads on his face, that keeps me captivated. I have seen handsome guys before, maybe even some more handsome than Luca, but I have never felt attracted to them like this. It is enough to just sit here studying him. I would never conceive myself into thinking he would be interested in me, not like that.
When the last lesson Friday afternoon is finally over and done I hurry outside through the heavy glass doors, sitting down on the bench by the bike rack, hoping to catch one last glance at Luca before the weekend. I pull out my math book, not to look pathetic, like some stalkerish girl waiting for him, but keeping my eyes on the students walking by.
It takes a while, but there he is, he is half a head taller than the guy he is walking beside. My heart skips a beat when he laughs and reveals that smile I have become so addicted to already. But when Julie steps out the door too, my happiness takes a plunge. She laughs at something Luca says and places her hand on his arm.
I scrunch up my face and hurriedly look down to hide my feelings; the disappointment being too much. Why Julie ? He is too good for her, too sweet, funny and happy to be with that snobbish sourpuss of a Gucci bag.
When I have collected myself enough to look up, they are right in front of me and for a second my eyes lock with Luca's. A small smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, before he walks past and disappears from view. I stare after them kind of paralyzed, not knowing whether I should be happy about the almost smile he had sent me or crushed that he had left with Julie.
"Hey doll". Davina slumps down beside me. "Tell me you aren't dreaming of getting accepted by the Elites".
"Oh no, most definitely not". I sigh and then huff. "They are just too much".
"Are you coming down with something ?" Davina asks for about the millionth time this week. "You seem off, more than usually I mean".
I send her a rather helpless smile. "Just stressed about the approaching exams I think".
"Well that makes two of us". Davina nods. "Hey, we can always get a job as bag girls in a grocery shop.. not fancy but we can do fancy in our spare time".
"But that's it isn't it ?" I sigh and turn towards Davina. "My mom has been working her butt of, making sure I could get an education. She doesn't want me ending up bagging groceries or cleaning offices like her".
Davina crosses her arms. "Well then we just have to work hard from now on, together we can do it". She says thoughtfully.
I can't help laughing. "Sure, but you are possibly even worse than me at English and math and those are the only classes we have together".
"Well then we have to work our tiny bits off in those two classes. If we do good enough in those it ought to pull up our average so we can graduate".
"I think we can do that. But are you sure you are not too busy making dresses ?" I say teasingly.
Davina smiles. "Well now you mention it, I need to get going, there is some fabric I need to get my hands on. It's for Your outfit".
"My what ?" I call after her.
"Have you listened to me at all, doll ? You need to look like a star when you are going out with me". She calls over her shoulder before disappearing.
I groan theatrically and have to stop myself from running after Davina and beg her to let me cancel. I don't know what part I fear the most .. being paraded around in some leather and lace goth outfit or risking some Marilyn Manson clone starting to speak to me and I don't know how to act or what to say.
"Oh I am so.. going to regret this". I mumble and get up from the bench, I guess I better get home.
*Soleil* I walk down the pathway running along the football fields. On the other side of the path is the Church stonewall. And I notice how everything is luscious green and ready to bloom. Wild daisies make a beautiful contrast to the grey stones and it is like everything gives off a soft humming sound. I breathe in the scent of flowers from the cemetery and smile happily. Here everything else is gone. There are no guys with alluring hazel eyes, best friends wearing too much black or anything else to mess with me. There is just spring, beautiful green and yellow colours. Before continuing I throw out my arms, twirling around myself feeling so very free, sucking in everything like it is the first time I see it. Out of the corner of my eye I notice that a breeze is playing with the treetops, looking almost like they are dancing around me. I stop to enjoy the sight of the wave-like motion it would create through the trees down along the path, but it didn't happen. It seemed like the
*Soleil*"Oh Seriously Davina". I complain when I look at myself in the mirror. "You can't be serious".It is the day I have dreaded all week and we are getting ready in Davina's room. I look down on myself. She has put me in skin tight leather pants, a tight black shirt, low cut enough to let the lace of my lucky black bra peek out and on top a black corset. The corset is tight and my normally soft figure now has the smallest waist and a totally flat stomach."Get out of the clothes and come to the beauty chair". She totally ignores my protests, helping me out of the corset. "If you hadn't been my best friend Sol I would have been offended by Your critice of my amazing clothes. Every chick at the club is dying to get their hands on my creations. By the way the corset is a one of a kind and the material was expensive, so please be careful". She says it with a smile.
*Soleil*When we get into town my stomach is doing flip flops. What am I doing here ? I can't go around like this in public, what would my mother think, seeing me like this ? I grab Davina's arm. "I am not going to survive you know"."Of course you do. See it from a positive point. Down here, tonight, you are not standing out in a bad way". She wink at me.I look down on myself, I am not so sure."You look so hot Sol, believe me". She says smiling. "You look so beautiful, all the guys are going to notice you".She pulls me up to the entrance. Saying a quick hello to the two doormen, before walking inside. I am following her like a lost puppy. Looking in a mirror on my way in I look more like a scared rabbit than a femme fatale."You are not you, you are someone e
*Soleil* "So what do you think of the Grotto ?" Davina asks, as we are sitting on her bed, clearing off our makeup. "You were really brave, talking to people and you seemed to have fun". "It was kind of crazy and I think I got a bit drunk at some point". I answer. "Nah it wasn't bad, I kept an eye on you". She giggles. "Poor Casper, he tried so hard getting you fired up to him. Actually a couple of guys did and even one girl I think". "Wow, really.. I didn't even notice". I scrunch up my forehead. "I remember seeing that Lefu guy and..". I cut myself of, unable to explain. Davina smiles teasingly. "Oh Lefu, he went right to Your knickers didn't he ?" "What are you talking about ?" "Because you are the colour of a tomato right now". My hands fly to my burning cheeks. "Don't worry, everyone goes through that in the beginning". I swallow. "I have no idea what 'that' is. Could it be the red wine ?" "Two glasses of red wine and one shot during a whole evening, that won't get even a
*The vampire*The party is going strong. People are starting to get drunk from the alcohol and the monotone rhythm of the music.Hunting or fishing ?Slowly I move around the Grotto along the walls, keeping in the shadows, were I can study people without them noticing. I enjoy the scent of every one of them. I stop several times, seeing if I can spark a desire, but none of them catches my attention.At the bar I spot two beautiful girls. I recognise one of them, but honestly I have never really looked closer before. She is wearing a long tight dress glaring out at the bottom, it hugs her sexy figure perfectly. Her ample breasts are caressed by soft blondes and to midnight black hair framed a classically beautiful face. The red lips invites to be nippled at.I smile and remember her scent. This is a
*Soleil*The whole weekend I have been kind of in my own World. Somehow having convinced myself that I must be something special, having been blessed by Lefu's magnetic gaze. Somehow I have magic abilities, and they have turned me into this dark creature of seduction that not even the King of goth can resist.What if it is all real, if I am really a witch ? How crazy would it be if I could make things happen, just like it was described on the wiccan pages. I just can't wait to get to school and show them the new me. This is the start of a new life for me.When I am about to enter the school through the big main door, a group of elites comes walking down the path. They apparently know nothing about my big change, because the head right for the doors, not even seeing me. I have to step aside at the last moment so as not to be trampled.T
*Soleil*Luca is leaning against the wall, looking at his phone when I step out of the school. Unfortunately there is no way I can get past him, without him seeing me. And being as tall as he is, towering over everyone else, he would never believe that I couldn't find him. So the only thing I can do is walk over to him. He looks up, flashing me a smile that makes me forget why I wanted to run."Hi, is your house far away ? Because I didn't bring my bike today". He pushes off the wall and pockets his phone."No it's not far, just down past the church and across the road, I live in a house down there". I say."Nice, Let's go then". Luca says and starts to walk. I hurry up to keep up with his long legs.For a while we just walk in silence down the church path. It annoys me that I find the silence awkwa
*Soleil*"I just don't get it, a week ago my life was easy, uncomplicated. Now there are guys everywhere and I have started fantasising about.. you know stuff". I slump down on Davina's bed with a sigh."Sex ?" Davina says with twinkling eyes."I don't fucking know". I pull a pillow over my head. "I haven't really dealt with guys since I married little James in kindergarten".Davina laughs. "Just tell me how you feel, doll. I've been there myself, maybe I can help you figure things out"."Luca is so sweet. I can be myself when I am with him and it was like.. I don't know. There was this moment when I thought he..". I poke out from behind the pillow. "No it's stupid, of course he wasn't going to do that.. but there was this moment just before my mom showed up and again before he left".
*Soleil* "Oh! I never thought we would get away from Scotland”. I kick off my shoes and throw the backpack on the floor. "It was getting cramped up there”. "We're getting ok at it actually”. Luca closes the door to the small apartment and slams the lock. "We handed out some serious ass kicking” I huff. "Yes, we could win every time if you did not try to decide it all”. "You can just accept that I'm always right”. He grins. "I do when you realize that it's not about being right, but about what works !" I star defiantly up at him, but surrender as he pulls me into him. "I'm just happy you came back”. He bends down and kisses me. "So am I". The butterflies flutter joyfully inside me, and I pull him down in a deeper kiss. I twist my fingers into his tousled mocha brown hair and indulge in the feel of his lips and exploratory tongue. “Well, what do you say ? English or history ?” He withdraws and deftly avoids my aggrieved gaze. "Seriously ? You want us to read our hom
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*Luca* My gaze is fixed as I step forward towards Harry. The dark blonde ulfhedin might be the pack leader, but this is my prey, and I do not shy away from the warning snarl of the alpha. Harry must have come to the same conclusion, for he goes silent and withdraws. I stop in front of the charred statue. My nails slide down the rough surface. Although the texture feels like charred wood, the shell is massive. I withdraw my arm and fire. The charred crust cracks, and I have to strike through once more to penetrate into the goal. When the shell breaks, a rain of coagulated blood sprays over me. I stick my paw into the evil bitch, find what I am looking for, and pull hard. The heart is still pumping weakly as I hold it up in front of the statue. I growl triumphantly and squeezeit in my powerful fist. The heart stops beating, and the red flesh-filled tissue gives way and explodes in a cloud of dust. It is over. "What do we do now ?" Soleil's cousin stands in front of the grotesqu