The Vampire's Biker Girlfriend

Chapter Two.

Kimberly's POV:

The first thing I noticed when I got home was the silence, and no, it wasn't the peaceful kind, it was the unsettling kind. You know… the type that tells you someone already knows you screwed up. Yeah, that's the one.

You're cooked, Kim. I thought to myself as I pushed the front door open slowly, my boots thudding against the wooden floor.

“Mom?” I called but there was no answer. That was worse.

I walked into the living room and I immediately froze. My parents were sitting on the couch waiting.

Yeah. I was dead.

My mom, Rachel Blackwood, sat upright with her arms folded, her expression tight with worry and anger. My dad stood beside the window, staring outside like he was mentally preparing himself for this conversation.

The expulsion notice sat neatly on the coffee table between them.

Wonderful. The letter got home before I did.

Mom looked up slowly once she senses my presence. “Kimberly.” That tone alone made my stomach twist.

I rubbed the back of my neck. “So… funny story—”

“Sit down.”

Right. No jokes today.

I dropped onto the armchair across from them and avoided eye contact. For a few seconds, nobody spoke which made me seriously nervous. I felt like s**t to be honest.

Then Mom exhaled shakily. “You got expelled.” she said. It was not a question. It was a statement.

I stared at my boots. “Yeah...”

Dad finally turned around. “Why?” I hesitated for a while, trying to form up and arrange the words but then my dad's voice cut in again. "Speak up, Kim. I am talking to you." He sounded extremely pissed and impatient. f**k.

Would he accept it if I said it was because I punched a rich girl for insulting his wife? But somehow that didn’t sound like a responsible answer.

“She started it,” I muttered.

Mom’s eyes filled with frustration. “Kimberly, fighting is not how adults solve problems! Grow up!”

“But i’m not an adult, mom. I still have a few months before I LAWFULLY and OFFICIALLY become an adult,” I shot back before I could stop myself.

Dad rubbed his temples. “This is your third school in two years.”

I clenched my fists slightly. I knew that. I hated that. But what was I supposed to do? Just stand there while people walked all over me?

Mom leaned forward, her voice softer now. “We’re not angry because of the school.” My chest tightened. “We’re angry because you’re throwing your life away.”

I swallowed hard. “You think I don’t know that?” I whispered and they exchanged a look. My voice came out quieter this time. “I’m just… living.”

Mom frowned slightly. “Living shouldn’t mean destroying your future, my dear.”

Future. That word again. What's there about living right when my future wasn't assured? Everyone keeps talking about a future that I didn't have and it's tiring. I promise you that it is extremely draining.

The doctor’s voice echoed in my head again that day like an echo. "Your condition is progressing faster than expected."

I quickly shoved the thought away. “I’ll find another school,” I said, forcing a careless tone. “No big deal.”

Dad shook his head. “We already did.”

My head snapped up. “What?” I was shocked. That was way faster than I thought it would be.

Mom reached for a folder on the table and slid it toward me. “This school accepted your transfer.” she said quietly.

I opened it slowly. The name printed across the front made my eyebrows shoot up.

Aurelius Elite Academy? I nearly choked.

“Wait a f*****g minute—that Aurelius?”

Mom nodded. “Yes. The exact one.”

The most prestigious private academy in the entire city. A place where billionaire heirs, celebrities’ kids, and political families sent their children. It was basically the kingdom of the rich.

I stared at them. “You’re joking, mom. This can't be true.”

“We’re not,” Dad said firmly.

“But—how did I even get accepted? I wrote no test or exam, and from my history, I shouldn't be accepted there because well...its for the rich and the rich kids there behave differently from the way I—”

“We used every connection we had.” mom cut in.

My chest tightened slightly with guilt, biting on my lower lip. They must have worked incredibly hard to make that happen. And what did I do? I got expelled again.

I leaned back in my chair. “So you’re sending a middle-class biker girl into a school full of rich snobs.”

Dad gave me a pointed, disapproving look. “You’re not a biker girl, Kimberly.”

I snorted softly. “Tell that to them.”

Mom reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “This is your last chance.” Her eyes were serious now. “No fighting. No trouble. If someone provokes you, you report it to the school.”

I stared at our joined hands. Could I actually do that? Walk away? Ignore people? The idea alone made my temper itch. But then I saw the exhaustion in their faces. They were worried about me. Really worried.

I sighed. “Fine.” Both of them looked surprised. “I’ll behave,” I continued. “No fighting. No punching rich kids.”

Dad raised an eyebrow. “That sounds very specific.”

I grinned slightly. “Just covering the main problem.” I laughed nervously. ways letting the cat out of the bag. Damnit, Kim.

Mom finally smiled faintly. “You start on Monday.”

Great. Three days to mentally prepare myself for rich-kid hell. And like I expected, Monday arrived way too quickly.

I parked my motorcycle outside the massive iron gates of Aurelius Elite Academy.

My jaw slowly dropped. “Holy…”

The campus looked more like a royal palace than a school. Tall marble buildings, manicured or should I say perfectly trimmed gardens? Luxury cars lined up along the entrance. Ferraris. Lamborghinis. Rolls-Royces.

My poor Yamaha suddenly felt like a bicycle. Students were everywhere and every single one of them looked like they stepped out of a fashion magazine. They were all putting on designer clothes, perfect hair, expensive watches and all.

I suddenly became very aware of my ripped jeans and leather jacket. “Yeah… this’ll go great,” I muttered. A perfect time for mom and dad to something important to do at work so they ended up not following me to school on my first day.

I grabbed my helmet and walked inside. The moment I stepped through the gates, I felt it.

The eyes. Lots of eyes. Judging eyes.

Whispers started to circulate immediately.

“Who’s that?”

“New student?”

“She came on a motorcycle…”

“Definitely not from our circle.”

I ignored them and headed toward the main building.

Just behave, Kim. No fighting, no trouble. Just minding your business. Easy, right? Yeah, that's right. Easy peasy.

Inside the hallway, the stares got worse. Someone laughed quietly. “Did she get lost?” he asked. “Wrong school, sweetheart.”

I pretended not to hear them, just keeping my gaze straight forward as I kept walking.

Just ignore them.

Ignore them.

Ignore—

“Hey.” A voice stopped me. I turned slightly. Three girls stood near the lockers. They had the perfect uniforms, perfect makeup and the perfect fake smiles. One that bluntly says, This Smile Ain't Genuine At All.

One of them stepped forward. She was a tall, blonde, and clearly beautiful.

“New girl, right?” she asked sweetly.

“Yep.”

She looked me up and down slowly, and suddenly the smile vanished. “Then here’s some advice.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sure.”

Her voice dropped coldly. “Know your place.” Her friends snickered. “People like you shouldn’t aim too high.”

I forced a tight smile. “Don’t worry,” I replied calmly. “I’m not interested in whatever throne you think you’re sitting on.”

Her eyes narrowed. Before she could respond, another voice suddenly dropped in the hallway.

“Move.” it was just one word but the entire hallway instantly went silent as the students quickly stepped aside.

Quiet whispers began to erupt everywhere.

“He’s here…”

“The Ashford heir…”

My brow furrowed. Ashford? I asked no one in particular.

A group of boys walked down the hallway like they owned the entire school. At the center was a tall guy with messy dark hair and sharp features. His expression was a lazy, arrogant, and dangerous kind.

The way everyone avoided his path made one thing clear, this guy ruled the school and everyone was scared of him from the look of things.

His gaze swept across the crowd lazily then it stopped on me. Slowly, a crooked smile formed on his lips. “Well,” he murmured. “That’s new... I think I've heard of you.” he said.

My stomach twisted slightly. Something told me this guy was trouble. A major trouble as he walked closer. His eyes scanned me like I was an interesting experiment in a chemistry lab. “You’re the new girl, aren't you?” he said.

I crossed my arms, not wavering or feeling intimidated by him. “Last time I checked, yeah.” I answered shortly and his grin widened.

Then he leaned closer and whispered just loud enough for me to hear. “Bold. I like that. I love girls who are as bold as you.”

My eyebrow twitched. What the f**k was that?