Hidden Truth

Excerpt from Hidden Truth: Fanged Love

I watched him, his perfect smooth hair in the dreary rain.

His sincerity reined over me as he helped me pick my books up from the ground, after dropping them because I was staring at his strange expression.

“Sorry.” I said blushing.

He laughed. “It’s ok. What’s your name?” he asked me smiling. I would think he was being polite asking who I was since I never really talk to him. But it was like he knew who I was already.

“Umm… Carmen Elizabeth Carter. Long name I know.”

“I think that’s a beautiful name. My name is Lucas Romanov.”

He stuck out his hand for me to shake it. Then he spotted my black nail polish. “Nice color. It works for you.” I quickly pulled my hand back. “No, don’t be scared. I’m just complimenting you.”

“Thanks?” That’s a strange compliment. What guy thinks nail polish is cool? I very well would have thought he was gay if I hadn’t seen him look at guys with disgust, who might actually be flirting with him. In so many ways I really would have thought that was wrong. Then the bell rang. “Well got to go! It’s nice meeting you Elizabeth.” He said walking away.

I walked into the school right after him, going separate ways.

It was strange how I accidently walked into him. Or was it? Maybe this is just a strange coincidence how we crossed paths. We never really talk to each other, when we would.

But I very well knew who he was, that good for nothing low life selfish jerk.

Most of the time I see him I think “wow he acts like royalty,” as if he was really royalty, though he seemed nice, but I’ve seen him in the hall.

In the halls he we would be like “let me through” or “out of my way”. But then there would be times when there would be tormentors bothering other students smaller than them and Lucas would actually stop them. But I’ve only seen that happen once. Not everyday you see a guy say, “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” That would be too corny of a line. I mean who uses that anymore. But at least it worked. They would back off and leave. But I think it’s because those bullies are his friends.

Ever since I’ve moved here, to this school I would see him. Since freshman year I seen him act the way he is. But now in our last year in school, senior year, he seems to be changing.