Don't Tell Mom I'm Dead by Juliann Whicker

Author:Juliann Whicker [Whicker, Juliann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-05-21T22:00:00+00:00

14

Summoning Death. Like I’d Ever Do That on Purpose

I couldn’t stop smiling. I wore a dusty and ripped school uniform Vlad had found somewhere in the crypt. Maybe he’d taken it off a corpse. The red plaid skirt was really dowdy, but I didn’t care. How could I care about something like that?

“You’re happy,” Ruffles said, settling down next to me in History.

“Bowling with vampires. This school doesn’t suck nearly as bad as I thought it would.”

“You’ve gone two days,” Greg said in his deep, rocky growl.

“I should go more. We need to finish your story,” I said to Ruffles and patted her hand which was weird because my hand went right through hers. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you dating Vlad?” Ruffles asked, leaning closer.

“Sh!”

She giggled. “No one else can hear me.”

“Quiet in the back,” the professor said, shooting her a glare.

She smiled back sweetly before whispering out of the side of her mouth, “I heard that you guys had a huge fight, like you almost ripped his head off. Literally. I’m glad you guys made up.”

“It wasn’t like that.” I pulled out my notebook and tried to follow the lecture. It was so boring. I stared at the professor and zoned out, remembering how it felt to fight off vampires with Vlad.

“You have that silly little smile.” Ruffles said and then sighed dreamily. “It’s like he’s your Civil War soldier.”

“Rebel or Confederate?”

“Either way.”

“As long as they’re crawling with maggots.”

She nodded and then broke into delighted giggles.

In PE, I was ready to play some serious soccer. I’d found some cleats in the room of abandoned and desolate relics. I was scraped up pretty bad from the vampire bowling. I didn’t mind a single one.

On the field, I noticed Ray and her white parasol. She had a pout on her dark mouth. She looked a little more peaked than earlier. Maybe Dave had snacked on her to regain his strength.

I grabbed a ball from the side and started doing drills. The ratty skirt and my scraped legs were seriously sexy. I laughed as I chased the ball around a headstone.

Long legs stole the ball. I followed those long legs up the rest of him. Vlad was wearing a shirt, white button-up with black jacket. It was a school uniform, not the long coat thing.

“Aren’t you going to be on my team today?” I asked.

He bit his bottom lip. No fangs. “I don’t know how interesting that will be. You’re the only one who cares.”

I shrugged. “All right, but in that case you’re going down. Again.”

“Greg’s going to be on your team?”

“No, but I have a whole field of headstones. I’m going to put bright colors on them. It’s going to drive you to distraction.”

“That sounds pretty terrible. I guess there’s no choice but for us to play on the same team. I guess we could weave through the unmotivated students and headstones, passing the ball back and forth. You could try to kick the ball into the actual goal.”

“Ooh. Big plans.

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