moving as fast as she could to the back of the room. Though Cathy, Ty, and I usually formed a bit of a quartet with Anna, we hadnât seen her much over the summer.
Not after what had happened with her dad. I wasnât surprised she looked pale. I was glad to see her in school at all.
Of course, itâs harder to skip when your mom is the principal, no matter how much Anna must have wanted to, once she heard there would be a vampire in class. That would have to hurt.
âDonât make a habit of it,â Kaplan said before continuing to extol the unique opportunity of a vampire in class, living history, blah blah blah.
Anna hardly flinched when she saw Francis. She slid into the empty seat by the window and smiled at Ty and me. At Cathy too, who didnât notice on account of being fixated on the back of Francisâs head.
I thought Cathy could maybe have spared Anna some attention, given what Anna had been through. But Cathy has a focus like a laser: Itâs how she gets such good grades.
Kaplan seemed pretty focused on Francis himself. Not that he was alone. Everyone seemed to be staring at the vampire.
âWould you like to tell us why youâve chosen to continue your education almost one hundred and fifty years after it was prematurely cut off?â
âNo,â Francis said.
Half the class made that sound that comes from breathing in quickly when youâre surprised. Ty actually snorted. (One of the many reasons we broke up. Whatâs fine in a best friend can be deeply wrong in a boyfriend.)
Perhaps Francis isnât so bad, I thought, watching Kaplanâs face change color.
âThose reasons are too personal,â Francis continued. âBut it would be my utmost pleasure to contribute to this class in any way you may find useful, Mr. Kaplan. I thank you again for allowing me to take part.â
No, he was just as bad as Iâd thought. Was there enough room in this class for Francis Duvarney and his ego? Was it too late for me to switch classes?
Cathyâs eyes were bigger and shinier than ever.
There would be no switching classes.
I was going to have to keep watch over Cathy. I wondered how her mom would feel about me moving in.
CHAPTER THREE
The Deadly Allure of the Vampire in the Lunchroom
I âd seen a feeding frenzy in the lunchroom before. It usually happened when there were chicken fingers on the menu, though. Not vampires.
Classes had been bad enough. For the first time in my life I wished there was a teacher to supervise us at lunch. It seemed to me like there was an urgent need for someone to yell, âAnyone who licks that vampire gets a detention!â
Not that I was close enough to see if there was any licking being done. The four of us were sitting at a table pretty far away, as we hadnât been willing to fight our way through the crowd. It seemed like everyone wanted to get as close as possible to Francis.
âDoes anyone else think itâs a bit ridiculous that he came to lunch when he doesnât eat?â I asked.
âTo be fair, neither does half the cheerleading team,â Ty said.
Like the rest of the lunchroom crowd, Ty and Cathy were staring transfixed at Francis. I glanced over once or twice. Anna kept her eyes on her lunch.
It was like a one-vampire zoo. Francis was sitting as if someone had tried to put a stake through his heart but accidentally inserted it where the sun did not shineâwhich I guess is anywhere for vampires, but in a place where the sun does not shine even for regular people. His hands were folded on the table, in the empty space where his tray should have been.
I couldnât see where the head cheerleader Robyn Johnsonâs hands were, but she was leaning pretty close to Francis, and for a brief moment his facade of beautiful indifference cracked.
Iâd never seen anyone look scandalized before. It was kind of hilarious.
Robynâs boyfriend, Sam Martinson, from whom she was
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