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*


2. Truth Be Told

The look on his face was almost priceless.


Of course, there were little misconceptions about him “knowing where I’d be,” but I had faith that he was correct. I nodded my head at him and walked away, already feeling lost even though I barely walked twenty feet. Around the corner was the library, a place that could have been found easily (thank God for signs). I walked in and signed in at the desk.

“Aren’t you that new girl?” the librarian asked.

I smiled at her. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered. “I’m here just to do a little research,”

She had a puzzled look on her face. “You’ve already got a project?” she asked.

I shook my head, giving a soft laugh. “There’s just something I want to know. I’m a little confused on something,”

“What is it?”

“Well, Harry Styles was showing me around this morning, and a gang of students just like verbally attacked us. The front guy started talking about him getting human…..ass,” I said slowly, not knowing how she would react to me cussing.

“Oh, I see,” she said. “Well, did you ask Harry about it?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “He told me that I was being just a bit clueless. But I seriously don’t know what they mean by that. I mean, are there people that aren’t human here or something?”

Her face froze. “You mean you don’t know that this is a—” she stopped herself. “A vampire school?”

I stood there in fear. A vampire school? Why would my aunt send me to a vampire school when there were plenty of human schools that were just as good? 

“A….a vampire school?” I stammered. I looked around before going back to her. “There is no way that this is a vampire school. No one here looks like a vampire. And wouldn’t someone have wanted to drink my blood by now?”

That’s when she started laughing hysterically. It was like she had no control over herself. Of course, I only stood there, a little confused and annoyed that she was laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked. “Why are you laughing?”
She slowed to a fit of giggles. “No one here looks like a vampire. But there are distinct differences between them and you. I take it you’re a human, correct?” I nodded my head. “Well, one thing is your blood: you’ve got it, and we don’t. how do we know? Vampires don’t blush. That’s a human thing. Its been that way for generations,”

I was enthralled and completely ready to just give up on everything at the same time. Why did my aunt, who was a POET LAUREATE for heck’s sake, send me to a school where I could DIE?

“So, what’s so great about this school?” I asked the lady.

“I mean, my aunt sent me here because it was a great school. Did she know that it was a vampire school?”

“Probably,” she said. “I mean, knowing your aunt, there’s a very good reason she didn’t enroll you into any ordinary school. This school was built for greater minds, and the best people in the world have graduated from here and gone on to do great things,”

I nodded, starting to get a better understanding of the school. “So you’re telling me that there will be vampire boys that will be lusting after my blood and not think twice about taking it?”

“Its a possibility,” she said. “But, as a person who knows a lot of things, I would stick with Harry. Even if you don’t truly like him—which we all know is a lie; everyone likes him—you’ve got to. He’s the strongest against people who would want to lust after you.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks for the info. I’m gonna go do some more research, though. There’s just so many things I want to know,”

She smiled back. “Alright. Just come and get me if you need anything,”

“Will do,” I responded, turning to go off toward the computers. When I got over I flipped it on, starting a whole whirlwind of programs I didn’t want. the internet was my only destination. Aggravation built up in me as I tried to close all of the programs, failing miserably in my attempts. Finally, I’d had enough. The librarian could see my frustrations and came over to fix things. With a simple push of a button on the keyboard, all of the programs were gone, and the internet was popped up, ready to go. 

I stared at her in disbelief. “How did you manage to get all of those programs to close like that?”

She laughed. “These computers aren’t normal,” she pointed out. “They are vampire programs, so only vampires know how to work them. I can teach you sometime, if you want,”
I nodded my head vigorously. “Of course! If I’m going to be attending a vampire school, I may as well learn how things work around here,”

The librarian laughed, patting my back. “Just come in whenever you’d like,”

“Thanks,” I said to her, turning back to the computer. I started typing in the name of the school, and about a thousand results came up. Thank God for google, right?
I found about a billion articles about this school, all generally pointing in the same direction:

It was a vampire school (very obvious, Wikipedia. Very obvious indeed).

It was an elite school where many of today’s leaders went (including some of the United States’ first presidents, which I found to be very cool indeed).

It had a nasty reputation for getting into trouble with law enforcement, for whatever reason.

So now I was placed into a school that was potentially bad, but the good outweighed it?

Nice choice Aunt Marie.

Nice choice.

I logged off the computer and made my way out. Just in time, too. When I left the library, I found Harry standing outside, like he’d been waiting a long while.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him. 

He looked up and smiled. “I told you I’d find out where you were,”

I gave him a look. “You know, Harry, that librarian is very helpful with giving the information that one might need,” I stated, referring back to just earlier. “You might want to learn from her,”

He took my sarcasm and rolled with it. “There’s some things I wanted you to find out on your own, and others I wanted to tell you when you were ready to hear,”

“So the fact that this is a vampire school and you ALL are vampires didn’t cross your mind as one of the most important things to tell a new student—who just happens to be human?”

He shook his head. “Not one bit,”

I scoffed. “You’re unbelievable. Now, are you going to take me to all of my classes, or will I have to find those on my own?”

He held out a hand, hoping I’d take it. In all reality, taking his hand wouldn’t have been a bad idea. But I didn’t know him well enough to take that risk.

Then what the librarian said popped into the back of my mind. He’s the strongest against people who would want to lust after you. Despite all of my cries against what I was about to do, I took his hand. A smirk played across his face, and I rolled my eyes. He was a total flirt, but I felt like I needed to trust him. Just this once.

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