My fated mate is a vampire

Chapter2

I heard the hunk from outside and I knew Maya had arrived to pick me. She always had free parents and at 18 she was given a new car. We knew each other from childhood but became friends in high school.

She had good energy around her . A likable character that draws souls to her. Her tall figure always made her stand out and her cheerful smiles made ways for her. She was a role model.

Our early days of friendship made me realize she came from a lineage of witches but she never realised if she had powers which made her question her root. I, on the other hand, never believed they existed as most stories about witches were told as night tales. But I promised to keep her secrets with me.

“Hurry! We would be late if you continue to stare at me like a princess,” her voice called me back from my inner thoughts.

I tightened my bag and hastened down the steps.

“I missed you Lena,” and before I could respond, she dragged me to a warm hug.

“I hope you are okay? Seeing your call this morning came in as a shock, you pushed me away when you needed me the most,” she cried.

It was a moment with mixed feelings and I didn't know how to handle the situation.

“ Please don’t pity me,” I muttered, trying not to show the depth of my sorrow.

“ That’s fine, I respect how strong you have become ,” she pleaded. She ignited the engine and we drove off.

“But I have things to tell you—over the summer, I saw my first vision and it was real and accurate,” she giggled while she kept her face focused on the road.

I assumed she might have believed she had super powers. It had been her dream and might have tired to day dream instead.

“Lena, focus,” she said calmly, calling me back from my little snap out. I was already lost in thoughts. It was something I started recently and I didn’t know when I would do it.

“I am so sorry,” I apologised for not listening to her predictions which made her feel unheard.

“Alright, what does my future hold?” I asked with my brows up.

She was about to say something when she lost control of the moving vehicle. A black cowl hit the windscreen from nowhere and flew away, causing a sudden hit on the brake pedal.

“ Are you okay,” She asked out of concern and I saw the worry written all over her face.

The sudden loss of control triggered my fear of roads and accidents. My heart raced faster and I held myself from facing anxiety.

“I’m fine, let’s continue,” I replied and we both laughed about it and drove safely to school.

The school was filled with students. They were going about their business under the warm weather. The green trees and grasses gave it more life. In the midst of this stood a tall building painted white and filled with transparent glasses. The thrivers high school was boldly written at the entrance door and at the center stood a gold painted sculpture of the founder of my school

My high school has always been known for their academic excellence and was one of the best in town.

We got into the hallway, taking the left turn to our lockers. I took in a deep breath, unlocked mine, took out my books and headed to Maya.

I leaned on the lockers waiting for her to take out her necessary notes when my eyes came in contact with Dave. I smiled, and slowly waved at him. But he stood motionless staring at me and after a while, he turned and left coldly without returning my greetings.

Our recent breakup was for our good. He believed I dumped him but I needed the space and didn’t want to pour my frustration on him. I was still trying to call him back and understand why he acted so cold to me when Clara threw herself to a hug with me. I didn’t see it coming— we were never friends.

“Are you okay?” she held my hands, almost tearing up.

I knew people would feel sorry for my loss but that was what I hated the most. I didn’t want to be pitied — I hated the feeling.

“Thank you, I feel much better,” I replied, smiling at her. That was the only way to escape more questions.

Maya and I left the locker room and headed down the hall and immediately I sighted my brother sneaking to the male restroom . I had a feeling he was up to something and probably would be on drugs again.

My heart ached from the realization and I rushed after him, leaving no words for Maya..

“Dame it Ronald!” I screamed behind him. I clinched my fists in anger — he promised not to continue with drugs again.

“Get out, I’m not a child, I don’t need to be babysit,” His jaw moved as if he were grinding down stones, holding back the words that burned on his tongue.

“I’m not going to watch you destroy yourself thinking you are being cool,” I snapped back at him.

“But you know what, do all you want. I won’t protect you forever,” I said and stumped out of the male restroom.

He chose his path himself and I’ve tried my best over the summer to have him back to his old self but all said landed on deaf ears.

I hastened my steps, in a hurry to meet Maya whom I’ve left hanging and standing alone when I lost my steps and boobed into a guy.

I couldn’t hide the feeling that rushed through me as I was found at the entrance of the male rest room. I tucked my hair behind my ear again and again, though it didn’t need fixing trying to explain what took me there.

I wanted to explain but I found it difficult putting my words together for a simple sentence and apology.

I looked up and met his gaze. I tilted my head, brow furrowed like I was staring at a puzzle with missing pieces.

His eyes were deep green with a kind of softness that felt calming. They weren’t just looking at me — they were studying me, as if he had known me before and was only trying to remember where. His face was handsome, with cheekbones carved like a Greek god . His skin was pale but smooth. His brows were full and straight. His hair was dark brown, and neatly styled.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t cold either. He just stood there, tall, calm, and breathtaking.

“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, clutching my books tighter to my chest. My voice sounded smaller than I wanted, almost like I was whispering.

His lips curved into a thin smile and he nodded his head slightly, as though weighing my words.

And just like that —he left, and when I turned my back, our eyes met again and he was staring back at me . I blushed and left for classes.