Vampire Boys Of Summer
59: The Odd Miss Thomas
Miss Thomas regained her composure and began to take charge, telling the students to go on to their classes, now that the excitement was over. Then she approached us, her eyes taking in Chi in a suspicious manner.
“Thank you, young lady,” she said. “That was some quick thinking and a very brave thing to do. I don’t believe we have been properly introduced. What’s your name?”
This threw me off a bit. Hadn’t she met Chi in her office the other day when the Japanese girl had broken Amanda Trump’s nose? Had she forgotten that quickly? Chi herself didn’t register any surprise, as if this was normal behavior among adults she had met. Instead, she put on her most gracious smile. “I just started last week. I’m Chinatsu, but my friends call me Chi. You can call me Chi, too.”
I didn’t know if she used some kind of vampiric hypnosis, but her response and tone seemed to take the suspicion right out of the guidance counselor.
“Oh well, thank you for your assistance in handling….” She looked at the unconscious Mr. Sharp, who was now being lifted from the ground by the two teachers.
“No problem,” Chi replied. “It’s surprising what you pick up after eight hundred years of high school.”
I didn’t know if she was making a crack at the middle aged Miss Thomas or poking fun at her own experience as one of the undead, but either way, everyone couldn’t help but laugh. It was especially good for me having feared for my life just minutes ago.
If I thought the rest of the school day would be without event, I was mistaken. After the bizarre attack from the math teacher, Chinatsu wandered off down the hall, and Mrs Thomas went back to her office, leaving Angela and I alone. We watched the other students eye us warily and go to their classes.
“That was a good kick,” I told Angela.
She grinned. “I don’t know what came over me. Good thing I’m not in his class.”
“Yeah, me neither.”
“I don’t know what’s weirder, him eating a rat or trying to attack you. What’s he have against you anyway?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. I didn’t say as much, but I felt it was connected to last night’s assault. That’s not what puzzled me though. It was the few words he said to me. Ick-uh-rus. This wasn’t the first occasion I’d heard it, but this time It had sounded almost derogatory. Was he calling me a name, or was it a code word, a clue to the vampire master’s identity? What did Ick-uh-rus even mean anyway? And why did he say soon it would be my turn? My turn for what? The slave and master thing didn’t sound too promising either. After all, I didn’t think he was talking about Fifty Shades Of Grey.
“Things are definitely getting strange in Chelsea Valley,” Angela said, as we headed to our classes. Her Spanish Class was on the second floor so we climbed the stairs, neither of us very anxious to get there.
“What do you mean, strange?” I asked.
“Just people. Acting all funky and weird and shit. Guys hanging outside my house.”
I stopped. “What?”
She shook her head. “Yeah. Last night there were like three guys sitting on the low wall across the street. Just chilling. They kept looking up at my house like Lana Del Rey lived there or something. I looked out the window one time and they even waved at me. I shot them the finger and they all laughed.”
“Do you know who they were?”
“No, never seen them before. They were older, like college guys or something. Normally, I’d find that inviting, but last night it was creepy. The last time I looked out they had come off the wall and were in the middle of the street. Then this other guy came walking down the street and they took off. I guess they didn’t want anyone but me to notice them. Bunch of freaks.”
“Yeah, that’s freaky.” I wanted to tell her what had happened to me but I couldn’t. I felt like I would regret it later, but I had to keep my silence.
“But hey, my night was nowhere as bad as yours,” Ang added.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, your dad.”
I hung my head. “Yeah, it doesn’t get much worse than that.”
But actually it does. A worse notion is an invasion of evil vampires taking over the school and all of Chelsea Valley. I was hoping that Haru and Ryo were having some luck today finding Bram.
While Angela was stuck in Spanish Class, I had to endure Art. Normally it was one of my favorite classes, but I couldn’t quite concentrate on the assignment. The class was halfway over when Miss Thomas came looking for me and asked that I accompany her to her office.
Once there, we sat for a few moments in silence, her at her desk, me in the sofa chair across from it. Finally, she sighed.
“I am so sorry about your father, Nora. You and your mother have my deepest sympathies.”
“If there’s anything I can do…”
“No, I think we’re okay,” I said , trying to head her off from the typical spate of condolences that come at time likes this.
She nodded her head and seemed to be contemplating saying anything further. She picked up a pen and nervously twirled it between her fingers. After a moment, she set it down and said what was really on her mind.
“Mr. Sharp has been taken into police custody. He will be taken to the hospital to be evaluated. Detectives will want to question you eventually, I imagine. Are you okay with that? “
“Yeah, no problem.”
“The school will have to notify your mother as to what happened. But before we do, is there anything you’d like to tell me? Something the school should know?”
“You don’t know why Mr. Sharp attacked you?”
“No. He’s not even one of my teachers. I’ve never spoken to him or acknowledged him in any way before. I mean, I know who he is. He’s a popular teacher, but I wasn’t aware he knew me.”
“So what exactly happened?”
“Angela and I were walking down the hall. We saw some people outside the classroom and when we got there and looked in, he was at his desk foaming at the mouth. Then he got up and attacked me.”
She nodded, picked up her pen and jotted something down on a notepad in front of her.
“Did he say anything to you ?”
“No, mam,” I lied . I didn’t think she’d understand any of his words to me. There was no point in divulging them to anyone except my Asian vampire friends.
She made another note. “Are you sure?”
She sighed as if she knew I was lying. “Anything else unusual about him?”
“Eating a rat isn’t unusual?”
I didn’t look at her. Instead I tried focusing my attention at the window, wishing I could will myself out of the room.
“Look, Nora. You can talk to me. It’s okay. You can trust me.”
I wasn’t so sure about that. I mean, could I really trust her enough to say there were vampires in Chelsea Valley? No, I didn’t think so. It was best that the less she knew, the better off she would be. Ignorance is bliss.
“I know the things you go through as a teenager,” she continued. “I was there myself once. I know that the culture may be different than when I grew up, but the feelings are the same. I will understand anything you tell me and try my best to help you through it.”
I doubted very seriously she’d understand anything I was going through, but I decided to go out on a limb.
“What does Ick-uh-rus mean?” I asked .
This threw her off big time. “Excuse me?”
“The words, Ick-Uh-Rus. What does it mean?”
She still seemed thrown off, as if she couldn’t understand what my question had to do with anything, let alone teen insecurities or problems.
“Well…um….Icarus I believe, if this is what you are referring to…he was a figure in Greek Mythology. He flew too close to the sun. Um, I never was much into mythology myself. Perhaps you should ask your history teacher about it. I believe they may….”
“Okay, thank you,” I replied, heading her off from rambling even further. I didn’t think she’d be much help, but she had asked for me to talk, so there you go.
I got up from my chair. “Is that all? Can I go back to class now?”
“Yes, that’s it for now. I’ll talk to your mom about the incident soon.”
I didn’t know if she meant it as a threat, but it didn’t scare me half as much as the thought of evil vampires running up and down the halls.
“Okay, I’ll tell her,” I replied, and headed for the door.
I stopped, but only half turned to her. “Yes?”
“See you in summer school.”
I didn’t know it, but it would be the last time we’d have a somewhat friendly conversation.
To Be Continued…
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