Be carful who you trust

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“Are. You. A. Vampire?”, I repeated, saying each word individually, incase he didn’t hear me. 

“I think this is my cue to leave”, Jason muttered, walking towards the front door.

“Jason!”, I called. I had no doubt in my mind that, if Eric turned out to be a vampire, he would be too. 

“Sorry your breaking up I’m going under a tunnel”, he said, whilst quickening his pace towards the door. 

“Were not talking on cellphones!”, I yelled, but it was to late, Jason was already out the door. I sighed, feeling exasperated, “That boy”, I muttered. 

What am I saying? I don’t even know him! But yet, at the same time, I feel like we are long lost buddies. Ugh, stupid emotions!

Shaking my head at myself, I turned my attention back over to Eric. 

“Are you going to answer me?”.

“Trust me. You don’t want to know”, he implied, but I wouldn’t hear it. I can handle it.

Trust me. I really do”, I insisted. 

Eric sighed as he looked up at the ceiling. Like he was contemplating about something. 

He looked back down, at me. 

“Your not going to give this up, are you?”, I shook my head.

Sighing again, he patted the cushioned seat next to him, “You might want to sit down for this. I don’t need you fainting on me”, he said and I scowled at him, but took the offer. 

“Where should I even begin?”, he asked but more to himself than to me.

“The beginning would be nice”, I smirked and he gave me a duh look.

“I’m not a vampire”. 

I was shocked. 

“Then explain that you were able to run from town to here in under two minutes. And don’t give me any of that bull that you were in a marathon. I mean how dumb do you think I look?”.

“I don’t find you dumb at all. In fact, I find you both incredibly smart. Not to mention intriguing”, Eric commented. 

I smiled at him. Not because I liked his comment, which I did, but because I was just about to ruin this moment. 

“I’m not pretty?”, I asked, sniffling in fake hurt. 

Eric’s eyes bulged. He was probably mentally cursing at himself for not saying I was pretty, but I couldn’t blame him. I’m not pretty. 

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