It's been exactly a week since Elaine and I followed Kimberly to that Church of the God of Light, and honestly, I was starting to worry a little — from that day until now, she hasn't shown up at school even once.
Did she actually see us and decide not to come back out of embarrassment, fearing that the rumors about her being a church girl may have spread all over Ordrienne High?
I really hope that's not the reason — because if it is, then her devotion to the God of Light is even more pathetic than my supposed devotion to the Vampire God, the one I swore I'd worship day and night, but I haven't even lit a single fucking candle for him.
In my defense, I did spend an entire afternoon looking him up online.
I searched, in this exact order:
● information about the Vampire God
● who is the Vampire God?
● the real Vampire God, not the one from videogames!
● milf and teen boy fucking hard
● how to create a Vampire God: tutorial
And despite all this in-depth research, I still have no damn clue who this Vampire God is supposed to be.
Whatever — if he ever feels like showing up and telling me who the hell he even is, he knows where to find me.
Anyway, I feel a lot more at ease now that Kimberly is finally back at school after a whole week of absence — though she clearly isn't doing too great. She's limping slightly on her right leg; must've had some kind of accident.
And she confirms it a moment later while talking to the guy sitting next to her — someone so painfully forgettable I can't even remember his name — who immediately puts on his little "concerned nice guy" act in a pathetic attempt to impress her.
Tsk… does that loser seriously think he stands a chance with someone like her? Ridiculous.
From what my enhanced vampire hearing picks up, Kimberly twisted her ankle while walking on some mountain trail and cut her calf on a sharp branch. Not that I care, honestly — Kimberly is a closed case for me now, to the point I already handed Elaine the twenty bucks.
«Jace, look what I spent my winnings on!» she cheers, proudly waving a big bag of weed in front of my eyes. «I'm saving this for Saturday night, since you said you're sleeping over, right? Trust me, this stuff is good — straight from the Netherlands. We're rolling the fattest joint of our lives with this! It's the best way to get over heartbreak!»
I won't deny it — I'm genuinely touched.
Now you understand why I care so much about my friendship with Elaine? Seriously, where do you even find a friend this thoughtful — one who spends her betting winnings just to help ease the pain of your failure? She's the best, no question.
Anyway…
«Are you stupid or what, pulling out weed in class?» I mutter under my breath, snatching the bag from her hand and stuffing it into her backpack.
«Oh, stop being such a coward, Jace — there's more weed floating around this school than in the worst alleys in the Bronx,» Elaine grumbles.
I let out a long, resigned sigh and drag myself up from my chair.
«Anyway, I'm gonna go take a piss before break ends — try not to get yourself arrested in the meantime.»
And it's right while I'm walking toward the bathroom, lost in thought about the wild Saturday night waiting for me with Elaine — and about scratching that itch to fuck her that I've been carrying around all week — that something completely unexpected happens.
Something totally ordinary and at the same time absolutely insane.
Kimberly… just greeted me.
I didn't imagine it. I think. She really did just greet me! Sure, it was just a tiny wave paired with the faintest excuse for a smile… but compared to her never acknowledging my existence, it's a massive step forward!
Though honestly, even this time she didn't look me in the eye — she just slightly lifted her hand as we crossed paths in the hallway — but who cares?!
That tiny gesture resurrected my hopes — hopes I'd already buried six feet under.
I should tell Elaine… but if I do, she might actually resell the weed just to give me back the twenty bucks — and goodbye, massive joint.
I mean, I'm the adopted son of a millionaire — twenty measly dollars aren't going to bankrupt me.
But why did Kimberly greet me…?
Maybe almost dying made her realize that a young, hot girl like her shouldn't leave this world before experiencing a high-quality dick like mine?
Yeah, that must be it — there's no other explanation.
Well, since it's her, I'm willing to forgive her and give her a second chance — I'm a generous, understanding vampire, after all.