Inject Me Sweetly / Dusk Until Dawn

:Dusk Until Dawn: [Chapter: 10] //A Vampire Romance//

"It's for your own good," Damian offered as we descended down the stairs. I had given up trying to breakout of his vice-like grip after a few fruitless moments. "Though I thought you'd never stop struggling."

"I don't want to go home early on the second day of school," I muttered back, as our steps echoed in the silent halls.

"High school flies by you know," he responded with a mysterious grin. "Besides, if you don't rest now, I'll have to keep you from going to your job."

I scowled at him. "You have no authority to-" I started but was cut off.

"But, I do have the strength."

We reached the nurse's office and he pushed me through the door, directing me to sit on a chair. I did so, in high dungeon though. I sat on the cold wooden chair as Damian spoke to the nurse, Ms. Cleric. She gave me an appraising look from the office, her face turned into a frown. I frowned as well. She must have thought she would be able to laze around the first few days of school.

Ms. Cleric came from her office momentarily, and stuck a thermometer in my mouth. I held it there for a few moments before she took it out again, clucked her tongue, and shuffled back into the office.

"You don't have a fever," Damian commented from the other side of the room. He was tinkering with something in his hands. I stared at it for a few seconds until I realized it was my cell phone.

"What the heck? How'd you get that?" I asked in surprise, reaching into my back pocket and touching nothing.

"It fell out." Damian shrugged and tossed it to me. "That's not a safe place to keep it."

The phone landed neatly on my lap, and I picked it up and shoved it back into my back pocket. "I've never had problems before," I sniffed, shaking my head. My head started to pound and I shut my eyes and clasped my hands on either side of my head, trying to stop it.

"Are you okay?" Damian asked, worry in his voice.

"I'm fine," I muttered, opening my eyes and pulling my hands away. "Just a headache..."

Ms. Cleric came back into the main room and handed me a cup of water, and then two pills.

"Oh, no," I said, pushing the pills back towards her. "I can't take pills."

"They will help your headache, and get rid of your cold," she responded, a frown appearing on her lips.

I shook my head. "I can't take pills."

Ms. Cleric sighed, muttered something then retreated back to her room. "I'll find some liquid then," she called and I heard her shuffling through something.

"Thanks," I called back, leaning against the chair and closing my eyes.

"Why can't you take pills?"

I shrugged, opening one eye to peer at Damian. He had a confused expression on his face. He looked quite handsome. His hair was the slightest bit messy then usual, adding to the confused look. I couldn't help but smirk, and grow the slightest bit red at my thoughts.

"You're turning red," he commented, his lips turning down slightly. "Are you feeling unwell again?"

I shook my head quickly. Bad idea. I closed my eyes and held my head while waiting for the pounding to pass by. "Whoops," I sighed, looking down at my feet.

I heard footsteps and looked up to Ms. Cleric holding out a small plastic cup, filled with red liquid. I took it and swallowed it, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

"There," Ms. Cleric said, taking the cup back from me. "You should be fine. Just make sure to get enough sleep tonight. Now get back to class. You don't want to miss a lot on the first day."

I nodded and glanced at the clock. I had only been here for about fifteen minutes. Damian pulled me from my seat and began pulling me from the room.

"Goodbye Ms. Cleric," Damian called pleasantly as we exited the room. There was no response, and I assumed she had already disappeared back into the back room.

Damian and I returned to the classroom, and assured every that I was fine, and only had a cold. I got in an "I told you so." The rest of the day flew by, and was very boring. I was still a little tired, but felt considerably better after the trip to the nurse.

The school bell rang, and I trudged to my locker to gather my jacket and math book to do my very first homework assignment. Damian reached over me to grab his own book and I bumped my head on his arm.

"Ow," I complained, surprised. How in the world could someone have such a hard arm? I glanced at his arm. Perhaps he's muscular... although he looks skinny, I thought with a frown. No matter the reason though, it still had hurt.

He chucked. "Sorry about that." He patted my head before taking his jacket out of my locker.

I grumbled up at him. "When are you going to fix this locker situation?"

"I'm not," he responded with a smirk fixed on his face. "This appears to be working out tolerably... well to me anyway."

"What are you two doing?"

I turned to see where the accusatory voice was coming from. My heart dropped into my gut when I realized it was Dustin.

"Gathering our stuff," Damian replied innocently. "Is something wrong with that?"

"Why are you sharing a locker with her?" Dustin demanded brusquely.

"Uh, Dustin," I responded, waving my hands to get his attention to me.

His eyes snapped onto mine and I flinched. Talk about full force hate. I stared at him for a few seconds, stunned into silence before his eyes softened a little bit.

"Oh," he breathed before giving me a rueful grin. "Sorry."

"Uh yeah," I replied, finding my voice again, but my hands were shaking, and my eyes were burning.

I blinked a few times to stop myself from beginning to cry. Dustin truly did hate Damian. There had to be some reason for it. I had never before seen such abhorrence and contempt. But for some reason, they wouldn't tell me. I clenched my hand into a fist.

Dustin's eyes snapped back onto Damian's, the hardness returning to them. "Answer my question."

Damian shrugged. "An accident," he replied nonchalantly but then smiled. "But I consider it a favored phenomenon."

Dustin gave him a black look for a few seconds before turning away in disgust. "Watch your back." With that, he began to walk away his hands clenched at his sides, shaking with anger.