Chapter 13

I had met many kinds of mean people before, but never someone like Caspian Crescent….. Never anyone who was borderline insane like Caspian….. Not anyone who was capable of murdering someone the same week, then waltz into a Canteen with a devilish smirk on his face.

I had met the bullies, the cheerleaders, the jocks, the nerds, the geeks, the stoners, the dropouts, even the creepy but this…. This kind of unpredictability teenager made it hard for my observation skills to cope.

…. Devilish, in a black tee-shirt with 'Nether Mount High' printed on the breast of the shirt, a leather blue and black sport's jacket on top, a matching sport's trousers and light blue sneakers, 'Nether Mount High' inscribed in the sole of the shoes. He also had a totally black beanie on his head, allowing the locks of red hair narrowing down on to his chin to freely adorn his face. Those thick lashes tinted with redness swept sideways as he cast a short glance to the side, and finger pads playing on the parade of ink beautifying his fingers.

For a second it was easy to delude myself that the little warm sensation that swirled in my stomach were butterflies, not something telling me to run away, not to look too deep into those eyes the color of blood, alluring, and all consuming.

This was ridiculous. A boy this beautiful could not be so…. Evil. This boy with dark red eyes, the prettiest yet most handsome of features I had ever seen, taut and muscular for a boy his age, was still the same boy who had thrown a girl off the school roof, granted said girl had tried to drown someone earlier on.

From the way he pranced in brazenly, his shoulders jutted up, face blooming with excitement and bliss. He was fucking proud of himself right now.

Behind him was someone else. It was someone I hadn't seen around before. A boy with chestnut brown hair, which was rolled into big curls that surrounded his face falling down to his eyebrows even, like a big basket. He had a kind of squared jaw, with hard and sharply defined features. Eyes were a soft cartoon-like mocha color, which seemed as if you were looking at liquid if you looked too much, and underneath the right eye was a tattoo of 'BLISS' etched with red and black colors.

Nicely shaped nose, lips curved into a bow-shaped position, upper lips a light brown color, and lower lips lighter almost pink with a hoop piercing on it's side. His skin was a light brown, and he was wearing the exact same attire as Caspian. On his neck was the same half a moon necklace dangling.

This…. I was suddenly feeling the burn of averageness. It seemed like the characters I would be seeing in this school would look like freaking greek gods.

Or maybe it was just a them thing, I glanced back at the perfect looking Drusilla. Nevermind, I could only blame my creator for me turning out as a sack of potatoes.

Getting closer to the Canteen seats, Caspian leaned towards the ear of the mocha eyed boy and said something in his ear. To which the boy nodded, and began walking back to where they were coming from…. The exit.

Caspian paid no mind to anyone, and simply took a seat somewhere. I actually thought he would be sitting alone seeing as how he was a societal menace with homicidal tendencies, but he sat down with a group. Seeing the group he sat with, it was safe to say the weight of inferiority and averageness crushed me harder.

It was not that this group was actually extraordinarily beautiful. They were just something about them….. A certain allure I was sure regular humans didn't have. I squinted when my eyes met with the necklace of half a moon on their necks.

Huh?

"Excuse me for a moment," I whipped my head to Drusilla who gave me the minute figure, and sauntered off.

She approached the table which Caspian was seating on with what looked like an evil smirk on his face. I shuddered seeing it.

As she reached their table, Caspian's eyes brightened impossibly. "CeCe, you came to say hi?" Caspian said, grabbing a black bottle on the front of the person next to him.

(Author's note: Dru—SI—lla= CeCe.)

Drusilla did not look as excited as he did. "Your impetus grows into a frustrating level each minute of the day, Caspian,"

Caspian who had taken a sip from the black bottle frowned lightly, his red tongue peaking out from his maddeningly red lips to casually moisten them. My fingers jolted, and a hot sensation slithered up my spine.

He then puffed his cheek in what looked like a defeated manner, scrunching his eyebrows closely, tongue obviously wiggling at the side of his cheek.

I felt my own throat itch a little. Seriously what was going on with me?

"Drusilla you look as cute as ever when you make these insults, but I have a feeling you didn't come over to get me hot and bothered?" One red eyebrow rose.

Drusilla responded. "You broke the rules, I reported the murder of Blair Van De Camp to the Dean."

Caspian's smirk dropped. The fierce and burning expression I usually saw on him returned. "Good for you, take it to the fucking Proprietor even."

Drusilla opened her mouth to speak again but Caspian had already stood up, startling everyone with the abruptness.

He leaned closely to Drusilla. "If it weren't for your past…. Discrepancies with my brother I would've ripped out your heart right now."

"You might be a little too close for Sinui's comfort," Drusilla replied

Caspian burst into a short chuckle, before leaning even closer. "You think he cares about yet another pretty little pawn in his games?" He said into her ear, yet spoke far too loud for it to be a secret.

Then just when things couldn't have gotten stranger, Caspian suddenly grabbed a hold of Drusilla's jaw and pressed his lips on hers.