What Happens in the Dark

Chapter 26

We pulled up to school just as the bell rang. Monroe opened my door for me and put an arm over my shoulders.

We walked into the building and I see Allison leaving the principals office with a huge smirk on her face as she looks over at me and Monroe.

Monroe groaned rolling his eyes,"For fuck sakes"

"Mr. Cittadino and Mrs. Knight just the people I needed to see. Please step into my office."

"What's going on?" I asked Monroe confused.

"Bullshit." He sighed.

We walked into Mr. Felburgs office that smelled like old people and coffee. There were two leather chairs across from his desk and he gestured for us to take a seat.

"What do we owe this pleasure?" Monroe smiled leaning on his desk.

Mr. Felburg sighed,"Please don't start with the theatrics Cittadino. Let's get to business."

Monroe rolled his eyes making me smirk.

"A couple of students have reported that you two have been skipping classes here and there this past week is that true?" He asked. I sank in my seat. I knew we'd get caught up.

"Absolutely...not." Monroe sighed clearly annoyed. "Check the attendance sheets. We've been at every class."

"Yes I see that however we have eye witnesses of you and miss Knight leaving the property during school hours. Perhaps your teachers didn't notice-"

"Mr. Felburg," Monroe stood up looking deep into his eyes, "Those students were lying, Allison has been trying to get at Seven in every way. Miss Knight and I have not skipped school, and you will believe that solely based on the attendance records that prove we were present. Our teachers will do the same, are we understood?"

Mr. Felburg looked motionless. As if he was a deer in the headlights. He nodded his head in agreement causing Monroe to flash a big smile.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Felburg now please write us some hall passes to soothe our troubles."

Mr. Felburg grabbed his pen and immediately started writing hallpasses. I couldn't help but laugh at how much Monroe enjoyed this.

"I would also like a dollar to buy miss Knight here a drink from the vending machine."

"Monroe." I scolded trying to contain my laughter.

"Aht. Aht. This is business." He snapped at me.

Mr. Felburg handed us a dollar and our passes then opened the door for us,"Thank you for stepping in." He said in a monotone fashion.

"No, thank you." Monroe waved. I pulled on his arm that my hand was holding. He looked down on me flashing me a smile.

"You just compelled him? That was compelling?" I laughed.

"Yes. It's simple." He winked then lead me through the empty hallways as class was already in session.

We made it to Mr. Brooks class and all eyes were on us. We handed him our passes and I could hear the faint whispers and giggiling. I knew Monroe could hear them all clear as day, however he just doesn't care.

"Alright, please take your seats." Mr. Brooks motioned. Rachel was looking at me so confused. I just smiled at her and pretended I didn't notice.

"So as I was saying, your biographies are due, please turn them in to me by the end of the class in that box over there." His hands gestured towards the door revealing a box with papers.

The class went on, Monroe looked bored out of his mind and it made me smile.

His eyes met mine and he mouthed Stop looking at me. A smile appeared after making the butterflies in my stomach reappear.

The bell finally rang and all I see is Rachel storming towards me.

Aw shit.

"Why were you and him late?" She asked demanding answers. She asked a question however it was more of a statement.

"We had to stop by the principals office." I answered. She was wearing a face of disapproval, but I couldn't care less. She straightened out her skirt and sighed.

"Well okay. He better not be getting you into trouble."

"Hes not." Kinda? Oh well it wasn't any of her business quite frankly.

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Monroe POV

I decided to let Seven continue her conversation with Rachel, who is extremely overbearing, if anyone didn't know.

As I walked into Spanish I noticed a couple people shift in their seats.

My sister was sitting with perfect posture in the back of the room. She looked at me with stern eyes.

Here we go.

"Really Monroe? A human?" Her voice appeared in my head.

I rolled my eyes. "How does anything I do, have to do with you again? I forgot. Silly me"

I look over to her getting more annoyed by the second.

"It will never work" She scowled back.

"Maybe if you spent as much time worrying about your own boyfriend, you two wouldn't be arguing all the time, so with that being said, please leave any comments in my suggestion box." I smirked making her grimmace.

"What suggestion box?" Her voice echoed sarcastically.

"Exactly." I smiled and pushed her voice out of my head.

I knew my family wouldn't be thrilled about me seeing a human, but Seven wasn't defined as a human to me. She is Seven. The beautful green eyed girl that makes me laugh and brought light into my world when it was completely dark. I couldn't tell her that, but if anyone should understand it would be my father. My mother was a human, and he loved her more than anyone or anything. I don't like to think of those things typically, I shut out my emotions, but Seven makes me feel things I didn't know were possible. I crave everything about her.

I saw my sister make a face of disgust. Its a joy having a sister who can read your mind. I mean that in all sarcasm possible. She was given the goft of telepathy, reading minds. That's as far as her ability can stretch. She's just a bitch for lack of a better term however I love her.

We have the same dad, but different moms. Lacey is 30 years younger than I am. Her mother also had two sons with my father while she was still human, Sterling and Eli. Lacey is the oldest of the three, Sterling was born 6 years after lacey, and Eli came 3 years after Sterling. It wasn't easy for my father to find love, the first fifty years my mom disappeared my dad kept to himself. He met Evelyn and found a way to somewhat dim his pain. They were all changed on their 18th birthdays like I was. My step-mother was 44 when she allowed my father to change her.

My mother was thirty-eight when she disappeared on my eighth birthday. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of her.