Chapter 24

I ignore the frequent looks of arrogance, while I stride down the hallway. Not once in my entire life did I like crowds, and this school was a perfect example of a crowded school. The walls were tacked with papers and posters, painted with words and pictures. Everyone in this school seemed to despise me, and I them.

"What a weirdo, she has no fashion sense." A girl snickered. I was expecting to see some tall curvy blonde, but instead I spotted a small girl with a bob-cut. Not only that, but she had dyed her hair green. Her blue school uniform was a wrinkled mess and if I looked closely enough a small stain, tomato juice from the crunchy red look, was splattered across her left shoulder.

I scoffed in her direction and rolled my eyes. She was not my problem.

Until something hard slammed into the middle of my back and oozed down my lavender-colored blouse. Gently, it had lapped at the white tiled floors below my feet.

"Bish." My mouth teetered from a frown and a sneer. The egg yolk stained the back of my shirt. "Where did you get eggs from?"

"What was that, noob?" The female called back, as if she wasn't even caring I spoke to her. Everyone was behind me, and even then I could hear the pounding of hearts and whispers pounding down the hallways:

"Wasn't she that one chick who killed her friend in school a couple weeks ago?"

"Isn't she a murderer?"

"Why would anyone want to mess with her?"

Than all was silent.

"I may have found them nearby." The girl replies.

I turn slowly, wondering if she could see my splintering anger as it rose to dangerous degrees. "Or were they from your last sleeping partner?" I scoff.

"I'm not les-"

I smile, because I knew she was lying. She had lesbian written all over her.

"I've been with many guys!" She snorts, and presses her back against the lockers behind her.

My body starts to turn away from her, knowing I've made my point very clear: she wasn't going to outsmart me. With my back turned to her another crack whistles through the air and a smack to the floor next to me forces my gaze downward. An egg was splattered next to me, thrown by: Yours Truly.

"You missed." I say, and make my way to first period.

*

All the classes were dull except sixth period. In this class, it was a group of 15 students spread out among 40 desks. I took the first one I could find. Many of the students kept their distance from me, and I to them.

My teacher entered after I did, carrying a new load of books in his arms. I was also a little surprised to see who would be teaching me the rest of the year: my uncle. When I settle in a seat that seemed vacant he looked me straight in the eyes and spoke, "Alright, so it seems our new student is a little shy." He was roughly middle aged with gruff hair and stubble for a beard. "Please stand and introduce yourself. I know it's the last class of the day but it's also protocol."

What is he trying to do, embarrass me? I look behind me, and around the classroom, I first notice Natalie sitting next to Emily.

I stood skeptically, knowing that my uncle could be pulling my tail. keeping my gaze locked with the person straight behind me. I mumble a couple of sentences about my name and my favorite ice-cream, and then I'm tackled to the floor.

"You aren't very skilled for a natural born killer." My uncle states in my ear and I shudder away from him. He was starting to make me angry. When he does stand, getting off of me, he gives a boasting smile to the class. "Kids, you have nothing to worry about, stop being a bunch of assholes and talk to my niece."

My gaze locks with a guy at the back of the class. He didn't move, and didn't speak. All he did was sit idly without amusement. I didn't know how to feel with him here, and I never would have expected him to be in such a place.

"Alright, you may sit Miss Meyer." My uncle says, dismissing me from the front of the class. I glare and snicker to myself for my uncles childish behavior, and for making me look like a wimp.

After class was over, which was a lesson on self-defense, I stood to exit the classroom. As soon as I was outside a hand tapped on my shoulder. I was regretting this encounter the moment I stepped into sixth period.

"What do you want, Rey Muerto."

"Please, call me Oliver." He settles in beside me as I stride down the hallway: wanting to get to my locker and leave this school as soon as possible.

"Look, I just want to talk. I know you think I'm the Dead King, and you have every right to avoid me for that, but I do care for people in the end. We have a mutual friend, you know, and I know you've met him."

"Go away." I reach my locker, putting my passcode in discreetly.

"Fine, don't listen to me. But know we are still looking for you. But only when the time is right, give or take a few days."

"Leave. Me. Alone." I persist, and wait for Oliver to pass by me and down the hallway. His blonde hair bouncing behind him.

I'm still being hunted, and I have a feeling it's because of my family bloodline.