VAMPIRE’s QUEEN

Attending Her Classes 2

EVELYN’s POV

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring on the bedside table. I groaned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and forced myself out of bed. My head still felt heavy from the restless night, and the memory of the stranger's intense gaze lingered in my mind like a dark cloud. But I had no time to dwell on it. I had to get to work.

After getting dressed quickly, I headed straight to the diner where I worked. The chilly morning air bit at my cheeks as I hurried down the street. When I arrived, I found Hailey already inside, busy serving customers and taking orders. She glanced up as I walked in and flashed me a quick smile.

"Hey, sleepyhead!" she called out, her voice bright.

"Rough night?" I nodded, forcing a smile back.

"Yeah, you could say that," I mumbled, tying my apron around my waist. I didn't want to talk about last night. I just wanted to get through the day.

The diner was bustling with people, more crowded than usual. The smell of coffee and bacon filled the air as I began my shift, moving from table to table, taking orders, refilling drinks, and clearing plates.

The constant chatter of customers and the clattering of dishes blended together in a noisy hum. I focused on the rhythm of my work, letting the familiar routine distract me from my thoughts.

Hailey and I worked together seamlessly, moving around each other like we were choreographed, catching each other's eyes now and then with a small smile or a raised eyebrow whenever a customer was particularly demanding. Hours passed, and I barely had time to breathe. When my shift at the diner ended, I quickly changed out of my uniform and grabbed my bag. Lonly had a few minutes to get to the library for my second job. I rushed out, calling a quick goodbye to Hailey, who was wiping down a table. "See you later, Evelyn!" she called back with a grin. "Don't work too hard!" I made my way to the library, trying to push the thoughts of yesterday out of my mind.

The library was quieter than the diner, and I found some peace in the rows of books, the scent of old paper, and the sound of pages turning. I organized the returned books onto the shelves, assisted a few students with their research, and checked out books for those who came by the counter. It was a slower pace, but it gave me time to think. Finally, my library shift ended, and I headed to my house for lunch.

When I walked into the house, the familiar smell of grandma homemade soup greeted me. "Grandma!" I called out, kicking off my shoes at the door. "In the kitchen, dear!" her cheerful voice floated back.

I found her sitting at the kitchen table, a warm smile on her face. Her grey hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and she wore her favourite floral apron. "There's my hardworking girl," she said, reaching out to give me a hug. "How was your day, sweetheart?" I sat down across from her, feeling a wave of comfort wash over me. "Busy, as always," I replied with a sigh.

"The diner was packed this morning, and the library wasn't much better." She chuckled softly.

"You need to take it easy, Evelyn. Don't work yourself too hard." "I know, Grandma, but I need to. For both of us." I smiled, trying to hide the weariness in my voice. "Besides, I like keeping busy." She reached across the table and patted my hand. "You're a good girl, Evelyn. Always looking after me. But don't forget to look after yourself, too." I nodded, giving her a small smile. I wish things were different if my parents dont left us both. But they were the real bitches, i guess. We ate our lunch and talk about random things. But the moment was short-lived. After lunch, I had to get ready for college. I slipped into my usual jeans and a comfortable shirt, grabbed my books, and left for college. As I approached the main gate of the college, I noticed groups of students chatting with each other, their laughter and conversations filling the air. I tried to blend in, walking quickly towards my wing.

Just as I was about to enter my wing, something caught my eye. From a distance, I saw him. The guy from last night, the one who had threatened me.

He was standing near the entrance, surrounded by a few students. His presence was impossible to ignore, and my heart skipped a beat as his gaze shifted and locked onto mine. His eyes pierced through me, cold and intense, like he was staring right into my soul. For a moment, it felt like the world around us had stopped, like it was just him and me in that crowded courtyard. My breath caught in my throat, and a chill ran down my spine.

Quickly, I looked away, pretending not to notice him, but I could still feel his eyes on me, like a weight pressing down on my chest. I forced myself to keep walking, my steps quickening as I moved inside the wing, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. Once I was out of sight, I leaned against the wall, my heart pounding in my ears. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. What was he doing here? Why was he watching me? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed to focus.

I had to get to class. I couldn't let this guy scare me.

I pushed off the wall and made my way to my classroom. As I walked into the classroom, I immediately spotted my friends, Jason, Amelia, Mathew, and Hailey, gathered in their usual spot near the back. They waved at me with smiles. "Hey, there she is!" Jason called out, grinning widely as I approached. "Hey, guys," I greeted, sliding into the empty seat next to Amelia. "What's up?" "You know, the usual," i replied with a sigh. "Trying to survive another day of college life." Mathew snorted. "Survive? More like barely hanging on," he added, rolling his eyes dramatically, which made us all laugh. Just as we were settling in, Professor Adam walked in, carrying a stack of papers in his hands. He set them down on his desk with a loud thud, and the room instantly quieted. The look on his face was serious, which could only mean one thing: trouble.

"Good morning, everyone," Professor Adam began, his voice calm but firm. "I hope you're all ready because today we're having a surprise quiz." A collective groan filled the room, and I could hear my friends muttering in disbelief. "What? A quiz?

Today?" Jason whispered, his eyes wide with panic.

"I didn't prepare for this. I didn't revise anything!" Amelia shook her head, looking equally horrified.

"Me neither! I thought we had more time!. Mathew sighed heavily. "This is going to be a disaster," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. Hailey gave a nervous laugh. "I'm in the same boat. I didn't expect a quiz today at all," she confessed. I stayed quiet, feeling a little bad for my friends.

Unlike them, I had already gone over the material last night, like I usually did. I always liked to be prepared, just in case something like this happened. Still, I didn't want to rub it in their faces, so I kept my smile small. Professor Adam started speaking again, cutting through the worried chatter.

"Alright, I'm going to change the seating arrangement for today's quiz. Please move to the seats I assign you," he instructed. One by one, he began calling out names, and we all shuffled around the room, taking our new spots. I found myself seated towards the front, away from my friends, which made me feel a bit anxious. But I quickly brushed it off, reminding myself to focus.

Once everyone was settled, Professor Adam began passing out the quiz papers. "You have thirty minutes," he announced. "Begin." I took a deep breath and glanced at the questions. Thankfully, they were exactly what I had studied. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I started answering, my pen moving quickly over the paper. Around me, I could hear the soft rustling of pages and the occasional sigh or groan from my classmates. The thirty minutes passed faster than I expected, and before I knew it, Professor Adam was calling time.

"Pens down, everyone," he instructed. "Pass your papers to the front." I set my pen down and leaned back in my chair, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I knew I had done well. As I handed my paper forward, I couldn't help but glance back at my friends. I could see the worried expressions on their faces as they reluctantly turned in their quizzes. After the papers were collected, we all shuffled back to our original seats.

Jason immediately slumped down, his head in his hands. "I'm definitely going to fail," he groaned.

Amelia nodded in agreement. "Same here. I didn't even know half of those questions," she admitted, looking a bit pale. Hailey shrugged. "I think I did okay, maybe average," she said, though her voice was uncertain. "What about you, Mathew?" Mathew sighed. "Yeah, I'm with you, Hailey.

Average at best. I guessed a lot." Jason turned to me, a hopeful look in his eyes. "What about you, Evelyn? How'd you do?" I tried to keep my expression modest. "I think I did alright," I replied, not wanting to brag. "I studied a bit last night, so most of it seemed familiar." Jason shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course, you a small smile playing on his lips. "Of course, you did great. You always do, Miss Perfect,'

" he teased,

nudging me playfully. I laughed softly. "It's not about being perfect, Jason. I just like to be prepared," I said, shrugging. Amelia groaned dramatically. "Ugh, why can't I have your motivation, Eve?" she complained, leaning back in her chair. Mathew grinned.

"Maybe some of it will rub off on us eventually," he joked. "Anyway, we should probably head to our next class before Professor Thompson gets here and decides to give us another quiz." Everyone agreed, and we stood up, gathering our bags and books. As we made our way to the next class.