Dating Dracula

Chapter 39

Warning: does include mature content so choose whether you want to read it or not!
Tristan's POV

I practically knew that me and Jenna were now back together, but I wanted her to have the morning to herself and I'd see her at school. I clothed us both and quickly left, posting the key through the front door after locking it.

Jenna's POV

My eyes were crusty and I could barely open them. I could remember the most vivid dream from last night. It was quite worrying. I had to tell Lauren. She always knew what to say when I had troubles. Reaching for my phone, I checked the time. 07:28. I had half an hour to get ready. I changed into a black skater dress and slipped on a pair of black boots. I tied my hair up in a bun and slapped a bit of foundation on my face. I really didn't have the time to try anything fancy. Grabbing my rucksack, phone, headphones and the last pear from the fruit bowl, I hurried to school. I jogged, trying to eat at he same time. It didn't work too well. I ran through the school gates and straight into Lauren.

"Omg! I need to tell you something!" I hurried, practically dragging her into the girls toilets. I heard someone faintly calling my name as I did, but I ignored them because I have no time for anyone expect my best friend. She looked at me worried, scared of what I was going to tell her. "Okay! So, I had this dream and it was about Tristan, and we had sex and we told each other that we missed each other and it was really intimate and sexy! And OMG is he good in bed." I rushed out in one sentence. "Well, he was good in my dreams. It just felt so real." I sighed, managing to slow down when I realised how fast I was talking.

"Well, you have more fun in your dreams than I do. I got chased by a 12 foot crab down the street last night in my dream." She sulked, crossing her arms. "You're probs just missing him. It's only been what a couple of weeks, but you had a bond, some weird connection. I thought you were destined together... But everybody has a second true love. So yeah." She shrugged, being only the slightest bit helpful. "Just stay away from him and flirt with other guys. You'll soon forget about Tristan 'good in the sack' Evans. Okay?" She patted my back, making me giggle at his new nickname. I rest my head on her shoulder as she guided me out of the restrooms.

"Let's get to class." I grinned, pulling her towards the art rooms. "And I can flirt with all the artsy guys... Even your crush." I grinned before running to the classroom. Lauren's face paled at my comment and she raced after me.

"Girls, you're eager to get to class." Our art teacher, Mr Tomson, chuckled, unlocking the door arm grinning at me. It sent a shiver down my spine. He sat at his desk and waited for the rest of the class. We were the first two people there.

"You even think about talking to my Ethan and I will end you." Lauren whispered. I couldn't tell if she was joking, and that terrified me but it also made me laugh.

"Don't worry, I'll go for his friend. Scott or maybe even Derek." I laughed, patting her back. She looked down at the table, attempting to hide her smile. Not wanting to embarrass her further, I excused myself from the table and went to fetch our art books. They were in a small cupboard with a shitty door that always jammed. I remember in my first year that I got locked in this cupboard about 40 or 50 times in one term. It wasn't fun.

"So you've been gone 6 months now. How are you feeling? Is it good to be back?" Me Tomson began to make conversation with me, as I went to get the books.

"I'm feeling a lot better. I'm actually feeling much fitter and able. I think I just needed a good sleep. Guess I wasn't kidding when I said I could sleep for months." I chuckled, feeling uncomfortable by how close Mr Tomson was. I reached up for the books, on the highest shelf, and felt Mr Tomson's hand wrap around my waist.

"I've missed seeing you in my class. You've always been my favourite." He kicked the door shut, knowing it would jam and lock us in. He span me around and pushed me against the wall. His hand crept up my dress. I was strong and I wanted to give him my most powerful uppercut, but I was frozen with fear. My voice stopped working and I couldn't move. He pulled his pants down and inserted himself into me. The longer it went on, the more I felt sick. "Oh Jenna." He moaned. I felt tears run down my cheeks. Why couldn't I move?  Why can't I stop him? Help me! My pleas for help were only in my mind. I was helpless. I hated that I couldn't move.

"You bastard!" I heard a roar, as the door was pulled off its hinges. "Get off her now!"

Tristan.

He roared at Mr Tomson, peeling him off me. I fell to the floor and broke down. I couldn't believe what had just happened, and that I had done nothing to stop him. "Fucking paedophile!" Tristan screamed, gaining the attention of the entire class. The boys in the class grabbed Mr Tomson and destroyed him. The girls sat in fear, others were jealous... Of me. They found him so attractive. They couldn't believe that I didn't want him. Tristan helped me up, cradle me in his arms.

"Thank you." I cried, gripping at his shirt. I knew how he found me, but I don't want to think about that. I didn't need the extra stress of his vampiric abilities. I had to get clean. I panicked in his arms and hurried to the nearest toilets. Tristan and Lauren followed behind me, but neither bothered to go into the toilets. I could hear them whispering, but I couldn't understand the conversation. I didn't care. Splashing water in my face, I stood in the centre of the bathroom without any underwear on. They were no longer underwear, but a reminder of what my teacher did to me. I threw them in a trash can, before pulling Lauren into the bathrooms with me.

"Jenna, are you..." I didn't want her to finish. I may have been selfish, but I felt more of a need to talk than she did.

"Do you have any spare pants?" I asked, sheepishly, staring at the floor. I couldn't look at her face; I felt too ashamed. I could have been sick.

"Yeah, wait in here." She smiled before hurrying to her locker. Tristan made his way into the girls bathrooms. I could look at him either. I felt as though I had let him down, angered him.

"Just forget." He put his hand on my shoulder, before leaving the bathroom. Wait... Why am I in the bathroom? Wasn't I just in class? Woah. Why don't I have any underwear on?

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Tristan being the hero again! He used his "powers" to forget the traumatic experience, but he allowed her to leave him.... True love!! If only I had my own Tristan to love me....

Sotc: Taio Cruz - Dynamite (it's a major bop)

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