Kissing Death Book One: Opposites Attract

I didn't get much sleep that night. I was afraid I would dream of Sma again. If you could even call it a dream. My mind was having a hard time piecing together what was going on.

I know for a that there wasn't a stake under my bed because I kept my dream journal under there. I wrote in it almost every night, capturing my precious dreams so I could look back and laugh at them. Maybe even turn them into a book or two.

I begged my mom to stay home but she still sent me to school. I tried my best to look presentable and did a decent job at it. The only thing that gave me away was collapsing every minute to get some rest. Thankfully I had Josh to wake me up after class was over, and take my notes for me. I didn't dare close my eyes for more than ten seconds in Mr. Stiles class. I would never give him the satisfaction of seeing me at a weak point.

I didn't see Sam much until lunch time. Just seeing his face gave me chills coursing down my spine. I felt like going up to him and asking him what the hell went on last night. I didn't for two reasons. One I would look crazy. Nothing like some crazy sleep deprived girl yelling at you to stay out of her dreams while you try to take a bite of your pizza. Two people were watching. The system of hierarchy was simple. The popular crowd which I was somehow apart of was a bunch of gossippers who had the juiciest rumors that sometimes don't even make sense or your typical athletic department as some would say. The people below them were either middle class or total out casts. The popular crowd can't stay popular unless they have something new to bring to the table. They wouldn't hesitate to sell you out if their social status depended on it. Once you're off the top, there's already a replacement dying to do a better job than you ever did before that replacement gets replaced and so on.

Back in the present, I was trying not to give myself a tomato soup facial. I wasn't paying attention to the latest topic Courtney was covering which of course was all about her. I could just tell by the look in her eyes that just said, 'Yeah and that's all true. Be jealous my minions.' I didn't even noticed I was sleeping {thankfully not in the soup bowl} until Sam shook me awake. I almost shrieked at the sight of his face but was too tired.

I groaned and wiped around my face for drool. "What time is it?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Lunch just ended like eighth minutes ago and everyone is enjoying free period," Sam said stretching. Didn't look like he got much sleep last night either. He sat down next to me as I got ready to leave. "Hey, where are you going? I have to talk to you."

"I'm keeping my distance from you before I smack you in the face."

"What for? Last time I checked we haven't talked for like two days."

I pulled out my phone. One new text message. I opened and read it: Hey babe. Wanna com ovr 2 my plce aftr school? I got this really old movie I wnt 2 sho u. Be prpred 2 scream.

I didn't notice I read it allowed until Sam mentioned it.

"That your boy friend?" He asked, eyeing the phone suspiciously. I put it back in my pocket before he snatched it out of my hand.

"What's it to you?" I replied defiantly. I'm always grumpy when I wake up. Add to it the nightmare from yesterday that I can't seem to forget for a second.

"Nothing but aren't you going to answer him?"

"Again, what's it to you?"

He sighed. I felt like I knew exactly what he was talking and thinking about, but he would have to confirm it. I was not going to be the crazy one. My defenses were down from the lack of sleep so I didn't know how to respond. If he said what I thought he was going to say, the only thing I could think of to retort in return was 'fuck you'. But that wouldn't be very civil and ladylike would it?

"I mean aren't you going to answer him? This is your chance to get rid of that filthy mongrel. I wouldn't have appointed you the mission other wise."

These were the words I was waiting to hear. But I didn't want to hear them. That mean't that last night wasn't a nightmare... Sam was sure surprised what happened next. I slapped him. Pretty hard.

"Shut up and stay out of my dreams." I added very sternly as I walked out of the room.

Little did I know he was right behind me until I heard his footsteps catching up. He grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me around to face him. What happened last night was definately not a dream. The red returned to his eyes.