Vampire Boys Of Summer
60: Nobody Likes A Trump
At lunch, I met up with Angela and told her about Miss Thomas calling me into her office like she was the principal or something.
“Does she think you did something to make Sharp attack you?” She asked. “Because that’s stupid.”
“I don’t know, Ang. She was like trying to be my friend and stuff. It was kind of weird, the more I think about it.”
“She always seems weird to me. But then again most teachers do.”
That reminded me of something Miss Thomas had said. “Hey Angela, you seen Miss Lazenby today?”
She looked at me and frowned, as if the mention of our history teacher was another bone of contention between us. “No. We had a substitute first period. Probably stuck up Ryo’s ass.”
“Yeah I saw her there the other day too,” I agreed.
“I don’t know what he sees in her,” Angela lamented. “She’s moved in with him. I mean, Jesus, she may be dressing like she’s twenty these days, but she’s old enough to be his mom.”
I wanted to tell her I wasn’t so sure about that assumption, but I shut up and let her talk. The relationship between Lazenby and Ryo obviously upset her, even though I didn’t think there was anything to it. From my viewpoint, she seemed more like a servant or helper than a lover. But knowing Ryo, who could tell?
“I went by there this morning,” she continued. “He hadn’t called me since I went over the other night. The night you and I argued.”
“How did that go?”
She smiled. “Oh, he was gracious enough. Walked around shirtless most of the time. Yay for me.” She grinned and leaned close. “He has an awesome tattoo on his chest.”
Part of me almost told her I had seen it before, but that wouldn’t have turned out too well. I could tell she had fallen for him big time.
“Unfortunately nothing happened,” she said in a disappointed tone. “We watched some TV, talked about school and living in Chelsea Valley. I tried to snuggle up close, but then Miss Lazenby came in with some sodas for us and she kissed him.”
“She did what?”
“It wasn’t on the mouth or anything. But she kissed him on the neck and put her hand right on his chest. I could have killed her. The only thing that made me feel better was the irritated look he gave her. He said something to her like, ‘I have a guest,’ and she backed out of the room as if he said he was going to rip her head off or something. It was weird, but I got the impression something was going on between them. Still, the night went pretty well afterward. I just wish he would have made some kind of move on me. I mean hell, I was wearing my slutty best.”
She sighed as if remembering the night and all the things she had hoped would happen but never did. “Anyway, I haven’t heard from him since, so I went over before school. I didn’t make it past the door. She was there. I can’t compete with an older woman. Especially when she looks stunning in her low cut vampire dress.”
Angela frowned. “Yeah, she was dressed like Morticia from The Adams Family, but revealing a lot more skin. Not what I wanted to see this morning.”
I didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry, Ang. I know you really like him a lot.”
For a moment I thought she was going to cry. “He’s a freaking dream,“ she said. “I just wish he would notice me as someone other than an unwanted guest.”
I felt bad for my friend. I knew she had it bad for him, but if Chi was right, Ryo was quite loveless, just like his tattoo said. I couldn’t tell her this though. I couldn’t dash her dreams like that. “Give it time,” I said. “He’ll come around eventually.”
“I hope so. I won’t be young and insatiable forever.”
I grinned. Now this was sounding like Angela again. I reached over and patted her hand. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. You are fun to be around, you have a loving heart and a rocking body, and you don’t give up, and…”
She pulled her hand away, a fake shock look on her face. “I knew it! The rumors are true. You are trying to hit on me!”
I laughed at her joke. “Don’t you wish!”
“What does she wish? That she could be as hot as she thinks she is?”
We both froze for a second, hearing this new voice. Someone had approached the table while we were having our laugh. But neither of us were smiling now. We both knew who it was before we even turned our heads. Before us stood The Trumps, not one, but all three of them. Chrissie and Kari were stone faced, but Amanda grinned like a cat getting ready to eat the canary.
“I couldn’t let the school year end without returning a favor,” she snarled, right before her fist connected with my face. There wasn’t time to avoid the blow, but lucky for me, her aim was off. Instead of getting me in the nose like Chi had done to her, her fist met my eye.
The world spun and threatened to go dark for a second. I saw Angela try to get to her feet, but Amanda’s cronies shoved her back down in her chair. I shook my head, trying to throw the pain and dizziness off of me. Out of my good eye, I saw Amanda lean down until her face was level with mine. I noticed her nose was still a little off, as if it hadn’t quite healed right.
“I hear you’re a cutter,” she whispered in a low, menacing voice. Then she grabbed my arm and with a sharp jerk stretched it out on the table. “So, let’s cut.”
I tried to pull my arm away, but she kept it pinned to the table. With a devilish grin Amanda pulled something out of her back pocket. At first, I thought it was a knife, but I quickly realized it was something worse. It was a piece of metal that had apparently been broken off of something much larger. As a result, it had a jagged edge and I could imagine the damage it would bring if it should slice through the skin of my arm. I feared not only the painful and bloody mess it would make, but also the possibility of infection, like tetanus or something.
I struggled against her grip. She had the advantage, as I was seated and she was hovering over me, allowing her full weight to come to bear on holding my arm in place.
“No, don’t,” Angela pleaded on my behalf.
The weapon hovered over my arm.
“You can beg for mercy,” Amanda snarled at me.
“You wouldn’t give it,” I replied between clenched teeth.
She laughed. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”
My other arm was still free, but the positioning of Amanda’s body prevented me from reaching her with it. Instead I gripped the edge of the table, intending to shove my chair back in hopes I could break free of my assailant.
Chrissie Trump prevented me from doing so. While her cousin Kari had hold of Angela’s struggling form, she grabbed my free arm pulling it behind my back and holding it there. I grimaced from the pull of the muscle in my shoulder. Pain erupted in my arm and back, and it felt like it was shooting straight for my head and the already hurting of my punched eye.
I wondered why no one besides my struggling bestie was trying to help me. Maybe I’d gotten used to being rescued, but I found it odd no one was coming to my aid. Haru had promised to protect me, to make sure nothing bad happened to me, and yet here I was fighting for my life with an insane for revenge Amanda Trump. And where was Chi? Luhan? I was told they would both be looking out for me today during school, so why was I now helplessly on my own?
To Be Continued…
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