Scarlett Red

There were two things I knew of for certain:
1. This school was not a normal school
2. I wasn't making it out without sacrificing something.
What I didn't know, though, was who would get me to that point.
All I had was Harry. Was that enough?
*Harry's NOT famous in this*


10. Rough and Ready

“Are you sure about this?” Marie asked for the seventeenth time that morning.

I groaned. “Marie, will you stop?! I’ll be fine. I’ve got some candy just in case I have a minor drop in blood sugar. And, if it gets bad, Harry can get me to the nurse,”

“They don’t have a nurse there!” she shouted from the fridge. She shut the door with a little too much force. “How are you going to get to a nurse when there isn’t one?”

I thought about that. The light bulb went off. “Dr. Horan! I forgot to get the tag from him. Good thing Harry knows that I have diabetes. Also, Harry knows Niall, so he could get me to him quickly,”

Marie sighed. “Okay. If you really think you’ll be okay, then go on,”

I smiled. “I’ll be in good hands. I promise,” I told her goodbye and headed out the door. When I got out to my car I called Harry.

“Before you ask,” he answered before I could say hi. “I’ve informed Liam and Damien of your situation,”

“Please tell me they won’t be too over protecting now that they know I’ve got this,”

“Don’t be surprised if they are,” he laughed.

I huffed and started the car. “I’ve got to go. No phone usage while I’m on the road,”

He groaned. “Alright. Call me when you get home. I’ll come get you,” I told him I would and hung up.

When I got to school I parked my mini cooper. Not a minute after I’d parked and walked inside Liam and Damien were shrouding over me, watching me closely.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked.

“Protecting you,” they said simultaneously.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “There’s no need to do that,” I said. “I’m perfectly fine, as long as someone knows. Which you do, so that’s good,”

“What if something happens to you while we’re not around?” Liam asked, worried.

I rolled my eyes again. “You sound like Marie,”

Damien placed a hand on my shoulder. “Harry told us to watch out for you, so we are,”

“He said watch out, not, stalk to death,”

“We would never let you die,” Liam joked.

I laughed and walked off to my class.  Mark stood in the doorway, just as he had two days ago. 

“What did I tell  you Mark?” I warned.

He grimaced and moved. I smiled at the power that I now had over him. Hopefully he wouldn’t be giving me any trouble any time soon. I took my seat beside him and pulled out my notebook, just as the bell rang. 

“What did we do in here yesterday?” I asked him politely.

“We went over DNA synthesis,” he answered monotonously.

I gave him a look. “Just because I don’t want you messing with me—because there are people who are watching me constantly—doesn’t mean you can’t talk to me,” He gave no answer. “I’m serious, Mark. What’s wrong with you? One minute you lust after me—”

“Who said I was lusting?” he questioned, a little on edge. 

“That’s what it looks like whenever you…” I honestly didn’t have much of an answer to give him. “Everyone says it!”

“Who is ‘everyone’?” he asked.

“Harry, Liam, Damien,” I counted on my fingers. I wiggled them for him. “See, there are three people that say that you are,”

“But I’m not,” he said indifferently.

I sat back. “You’re not?”

“Don’t be so conceited.”

“I’m not! I’m just going off what people tell me,” I turned to my work. “You have to remember, Mark. I’m a human. I don’t know much about this vampire world my aunt thrust me into,”

Things stayed silent between us. Without him to distract me, I got yesterday’s work done, along with today’s. When the bell rang, I jumped up quickly, ready to speed out of there fast. Mark grabbed my arm before I could leave.

“Let go—”

“Hold on. There’s one thing you need to learn about me, Cassidy: there’s a big difference between me lusting after your blood, and wishing you were dead,” He let go of my arm and walked out.

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” I shouted at him. He ignored me. I growled and packed my bags furiously. I would definitely be having a word with him. I walked out into the hallway, steaming mad. My face was probably red with anger. 

“What happened, Cassidy?” Liam said from behind me. I jumped, turning to face him.

“It’s nothing, Liam—”

“Seriously, though,” Damien said. He placed a cold hand to my forehead. “Are you okay? Do you need something—”

“I said I’m fine!” I snapped, swatting his hand away.

There was an awkward silence between us, until Liam broke it.

“Okay, Cassidy. ‘Fess up. What did Mark do?”

I sighed. “He said something to me that I’m not quite sure I understand,”

“What did he say?” Damien asked.

“He said that you were all wrong about him lusting after my blood. I believe his exact words were: ‘there’s a big difference between me lusting after your blood, and wishing you were dead’. I don’t understand that,” I shook my head and gave a nervous laugh. “I don’t know what he wants to do to me, or what he wants done to me,” I took in a deep breath. “I’m only human. I don’t know what’s going on with everything in the vampire world,”

“It’s okay,” Liam said. “He’s a jerk. He does this to everyone,”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because I never see him harrass anyone besides me,”

With that I walked away, off to my AP Literature class. I usually sat at a table by myself, so when I saw a girl sitting there in the seat next to mine, I was surprised.

“Hi,” I said as cheerfully as I could, still mad about the Mark incident.

“Hello!” she said, truly cheerful to be there. I smiled at her enthusiasm. It brightened up my day a bit. “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Cassidy Maycomb,” I said. “And you?”

“Jane Antoinette,” she smiled. “Named after Louis XVI’s unpopular queen. Which almost fits me, because I’m rather unpopular,”

I scoffed. “Pssh, I’m sure you’re plenty popular,”

She smiled. “Thanks. I’m not really, though. I’ve gotten myself into some trouble,”

“How so?”

“I got changed,” she said quietly. I nodded, understanding what she meant. She took in a deep breath. “You’ve got a lot of heat coming from you. You must be human,”

I nodded. “Yeah I haven’t gotten the blessing of being changed,” I said sarcastically. 

“What are you doing in a school like this?”

“My aunt, Marie, looked at this school’s merit, not the student population,”

“Ah, I see,” She turned to her work and started writing. Her calligraphy was so beautiful. 

“Do you mind meeting someone after school today?” I asked her.

“What?” she asked, her voice tainted in confusion. 

“Well, I have a friend who’s suspended right now, and I’m going over to his house after school. I’m sure he’d love to have you over. You sound like someone he could get along with. Plus, he needs some gal pals. He has too many ‘rough and ready’ boys hanging around,”

She smiled. “That sounds like a plan. I’ll have to text my mom and see what she says, but I don’t think it will be a problem,”

I scribbled my name and number onto a piece of paper. “Just text me when you know for sure, so I can let him know,”

“Okay,” We spent the rest of the class talking, since it turned out that both of us had taken a course like this at our old schools, so we basically knew all of this.  I felt like I could really make a great friend out of Jane.

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