Hawthorn chapter 7
I wake up in the morning (not feeling like P. Diddy, for anyone wondering), and Olivia is gone. Not sleeping on the couch downstairs, not anywhere in my room. Gone, hopefully to her own house.
It's another day of school, so while I want nothing more than to crawl back under the covers and not have to face Derek, instead I drag myself up and get ready for school. I drive my truck and park it in my normal spot in the school parking lot.
But when I go inside to my locker, Grace is nowhere in sight. The girls and I always meet in the same spot in the morning. Olivia has an excuse, but Grace doesn't. So after I grab my books, I go looking for her. I make it halfway down the hall and then hear her voice drifting out of a classroom to my right.
" that wolf," Grace says. I'm confused; as I'm sure most people would be if they walked by at that moment. What is she talking about? Well, besides the obvious answer of, "a wolf." I want to know what's significant about a wolf. I step a bit close
Hawthorn chapter 6
"Olivia? Is Ryan okay?"
"He's fine, Mr. Abandonato. He's just has a very tiring day. May I come in?"
"I'll take Ryan up to his room. The one on the left?"
"Leave the door open."
Dad's and Olivia's voices sound distant, ghostly. I can hear them, but the words are foggy, or my mind is. I do not really comprehend what's being said through the haze. I'm not really sure if they're really speaking or if I'm just hallucinating sound. I can't see or feel anything around me.
"You have nothing to worry about."
I open my eyes and find myself lying on my back on my bed. There is light coming in from the hall, but the overhead light and lamp in my room are off. 'How did I get here?' I sit up with a groan and grip my head in my hand.
"You're awake," Olivia notes, a hint of relief in her voice.
"What happened?" I ask.
"You fainted," she says. "I should've known it would be too much for you to find out so much at once. I had hoped you would've " She stops and sha
Hawthorn chapter 5
I'm glad I'm still leaning against the tree, because had I not been, I certainly would have collapsed under the weight of this revelation. 'Derek is a vampire. Derek is a vampire. Fuck, I should've listened when the girls told me to be careful. He was going to kill me out here.'
"I vasn't going to kill you," Derek says, still gripping his head.
"Get out of my head!" I shout. "That's bullshit and we both know it! You had me up against this tree, and your fangs were bared!"
"That doesn't mean I vas going to kill you!"
"Great, so you were trying to turn me into one of your kind. Like that's so much better!"
"I vasn't trying to turn you into a vampire, either!" He strains to stand up straight. "Anyway, it doesn't matter vhat I vas trying to do. That hawthorn and silver around your neck vill prevent it. Do you know vhy hawthorn is used to make vooden stakes for vampire hunting?"
My mind is reeling for answers. "It kills you?"
"No. See, humans alvays tvist mythology, and
Hawthorn chapter 4
My dream this night is the most pleasantly unpleasant I've ever had the, well, displeasure of having. I just met Derek and I keep telling my imagination that I'm not gay, but my mind doesn't seem to be paying attention to those facts. I'm starting to feel like a total fanboy.
I don't think I need to poison your innocent minds with the details of this dream.
I wake up with a sense of dread and have to assure myself that I'm not a sinner anymore.
I shower and get ready for another day in HellI mean Forks, Washington. I make some toast to take with me. It's raining outside once again, so I grab an umbrella on my way out the door. I have a bit of trouble starting the truck this morning, but I still get to school on time. Later than on my first day, but on time nevertheless.
I walk to Olivia's locker, and people are whispering about me as I pass. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. 'What could they possibly be talking about?'
When I get to the locker, Olivia and Grace are