Itty Bitty Stories

Vampires Have Abs

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The only reason I am able to upload this is because this is on the family computer. Not my laptop. I started working on this oneshot as soon as my laptop's charger broke down because I had a panic attack and had to vent. So this is what was created. Very long, yes, I know. Enjoy. (My charger comes in 3 to 10 buisness days so yaaay) If you don't understand this...then I feel bad for you (Kidding. Just ask in the comments below and I will be happy to explain. :)

Vampires                       Have                      Abs

I’m late.

I’m not only late, though.

I’ve forgotten to bring lunch, I didn’t have any coffee yet, I stepped in a puddle (twice), I don’t have any pens or pencils, and I didn’t have time to do my hair.

Why?

Blame my alarm.

I set it, I swear. For exactly 5:32 in the morning. It decided to go off at 5:51. My morning class starts at 6:05. So I’m currently running down the street, looking full on retarded, towards my college. I have a car, but apparently, today is just not my day and the damn thing wouldn’t start.

It’s currently 6:01. I reach the hallway, not bothering to gasp in to breathe, and dart down to room C506. I swing that thing open like a victorious champ and collapse inside it. The professor at the long desk stops shuffling his papers to glance up at me.

I must look like a mad woman; my long brunette hair is rocking the bed head look. And that’s not in a good way. I threw on the first things in my dresser; a pair of jeans and a blue shirt. My bra isn’t even clasped right, that’s how bad I look. Great way to start out the first college year, huh?

Once my breathing is under control, I stand up a bit straighter, trying to make myself look presentable. “Hello, Professor Patrick.”

“Good morning…” He replies, waiting for my name.

“Brooke,” I reply a bit breathlessly. “Brooke Roads.”

He makes a humming noise. “Please, find a seat. Class will begin shortly.”

Blowing out a breath, I slug over to an empty wooden desk and plop down. I swing my bag onto the desk, rummaging inside for a pencil and some paper. The professor starts talking, and everybody else is taking out their things to write notes. Shit, I didn’t have time to get anything.

Biting my lip, I look around to see who looks the most friendly. My eyes stop on a guy whose been staring at me for God knows how long. He’s wearing a dark black jacket with a grey and white striped shirt. His brown hair is a bit messy, but he looks…deep. Dark.

I can’t stop myself. “Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” I blurt out.