Hated By All, Loved By Four

✯•✿It's Simply Impossible✿•✯

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ*:.:..:...VALERIA'S P.O.V...:..:..:*Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

On the first day in prison, I survived. I ate twice and had the strangest classes where people actually moved their chairs to one end of the room to get away from me. I was evaluated at night, and given a number for my therapist and my first batch of medicine. I promptly threw them in the trash. Then I realized that they checked the trash- I guessed- so I decided to flush them down the toilet.

You reckon I’m being paranoid? Well you’re not far off, I just don’t want to be another victim of this horrendous school. So I stayed in my room, avoiding my roommates. Kayla is quite alright but Nevian has a bubbly personality and I frankly want nothing to do with it.

I glanced out the window, expecting to see the stars and the moon. Or even.... something in the dark night's sky. You know what I bloody saw.... two of ‘em creepers walking down the streets by my apartment/dorm. A woman, based on her figure illuminated by the bright yellow street lights. She’s covered from head to toe, and her curved shape is almost too visible. I can see her ribs from up here.

She looks beautifully malnourished if that’s really a thing. She holds a scythe, and the male beside her is short-dressed similarly but he holds a lamp. Why would one need a lamp when they’ve got streetlights?

As soon as I finish the bloody thought they turn their heads upwards and all I see is darkness. Usually, you’d see a face when someone is wearing a robe, cloak, or hoodie... but I see nothing but darkness. A never-ending darkness. Despite that, I feel a mountain of eyes on me. Chills crawl up my spine, and I duck my head away. No moon in the night sky, no stars. This is my nightmare.

I breathe out slowly, hoping to calm my heart. My attempts are thrown away when the light bulb bursts into several pieces and I scream my lungs out.

The entire room is dark now, with little light peeking in from the street lights down below.

Because this dorm is high up, the lights don’t do anything. I crawled into my bed and pulled my covers over my head.

A whisper... so faint I think I imagined it comes into my ears. Don’t skip your medicine.

I can’t say I got much sleep. This entire school has got me buggered. It’s so eerie. The school for broken wolves. Unbelievable. How are they still standing?

I got myself into the shower before my roommates, then I dressed, picked my books for Tuesday, and left by the time they were waking up.

I’m in an art class with that creepy teacher. Attractive as he might be, I’ll say it for the world to hear me, I do not like vampires. Heck, I barely bloody like my own kind why would I be canoodling with some bloodsuckers?

I just realized something. It’s just the crack of dawn, why on earth am I preparing to go to a class?

Sighing, and reluctant to return to my apartment I decided to go for a walk. Once again, I spot those monitors. Creepers. Whatever they’re called.

My eyes aren’t drawn to them this time despite my heart pounding. No, my eyes find a blondish male standing by one of the benches eyeing down three of the monitors. They avoid him. Completely. Like he’s not even there. Are they afraid?

Surprised and curious, I stumble my way down the walkway while staring at him. He catches on quickly, and his eyes slowly dart my way before his entire head turns. I locked on to that sharp blue intense eye. Is life different being only half blind- BANG!

My body is jolted backward, and my vision blurs. I lay on my back, tasting blood and groaning at the thought of what had hit me. I was there for a good five minutes before I managed to glance up to see one of the streetlights, though they were now off.

Shit, this is my third time bumping into something. If I’m not careful I might bump into that crazy person again. Kaito Asher. I glance back in the direction of the cute blonde when I notice he’s no longer there.

Did I imagine him?

Goddamn, Valeria, the bloke’s got a boyfriend. He must think of me as a stalker who smacked her head against his friend the day before, and now she’s smacking her head against a lamp post.

Geez. I waited for my vision to get a little clearer before I tried to get up. The walk to my first class is strange. My ears are still ringing. The more I see of this school the less I want to be here. It’s only my third day, the second day since I started as a student. I wonder where I’ll go once I graduate.

If I graduate. Where will I go.... obviously I’m broke so I can’t afford to fly all the way over to Australia to smack Ruel and my family in their bloody faces.

So what’s in it for me? There isn’t even a tuition, how is this school still standing?

My first class is by a nice vampire teacher. She starts this week’s topic, and it’s on the grievances of being a wolf. The class looks at me, I’m immediately singled out because they think I can’t understand. Well, bollocks to that.

The topic is shockingly interesting. She doesn’t keep me out, and when I ask a question she answers with a bright smile. She is nice... I’m immediately suspicious. She’s too aware of what werewolves go through. Like a hunter studying the movements of a boar his about to shoot down.

Her eyes couldn’t lie for her. She looked... hungry?

Chills. I feel actual chills going up my body. The hairs on my skin stand. The first class is only an hour so I leave for breakfast. Today we were served an egg and cheese sandwich, and honey milk tea.

I found an empty spot in the far corner to sit and think. I can’t hop the fence, who knows who’ll tackle me? Which reminds me, that creepy man from two days ago was talking to my art teacher yesterday. He’s so weird.

I'm taking tentative sips of my drink when a tray drops in front of me. Jolting me. My eye lash flutters, and I slowly bring my eyes up to... Malcolm. Behind him are Sebastian and Kaito. Oh god, they’re going to ambush me.

“Don’t freak out, crazy t**s. We’re only here as friends.”

I’m about to point out we aren’t friends, I don’t know him, and everyone seems afraid of his group when something occurs to me. “Did you just... call me crazy t**s?” I stutter out, almost breathless.

He nods. Kaito grumbles and sits to his right. While Sebastian sits to his left with his back to us.

“Yeah, your t**s are crazy.”

I found myself so flabbergasted I could almost laugh.

“How are tits... crazy?” I spared a glance at my chest, utterly confused by his words.

“They just are.”

That’s a bogus explanation. Kaito stares pointedly at me, as though trying to figure out my deepest secrets. I wonder what he’s got stuck up his- he growls lowly, and I freeze. Worried he can read my mind, but I recall that doing anything can set him off.

Just my luck. The cafeteria is dead quiet, not even the sound of chewing can be heard.

I inhaled as quietly as I could, but Kaito’s eyes narrowed even further. Malcolm notices and nudges his friend who drops the glare but his next expression is.... docile. Empty. I’m intrigued. In case you haven’t clued in, my curiosity is at level one hundred. I’m the type to hear a noise and think... I wonder what that could be.

The breakfast is strange. Malcolm is easy to talk to. I feel like we’ve known each other for years but that isn’t the case. He makes light jokes, and he ends almost every sentence with crazy t**s. I worry his boyfriend will jump me, but Sebastian is lost in his own world. Him, I’m immensely fascinated by. Have you ever met someone so... beautiful?

Out of this world? Like a scarred angel?

Kaito scares me.

Malcolm and I could turn out as real friends.

And Sebastian... well he’s so out of my league I can’t even imagine us being friends.

What an odd trio. Kaito finishes his breakfast first, and leaves. He just up and leaves. Sebastian is the next to go, having eaten nothing. My eyes don’t leave his gorgeous face as he kisses Malcolm on the cheek, looks at me briefly, then nods and leaves.

Malcolm and I watch him leave. And I only realize I’m staring when the aforementioned male clears his throat.

“Should I be offended that you seem heavily attracted to my boyfriend?”

“Oh, no. I’m not looking at him like that.”

He snorts. “Nouerr.” his tone was soft and mocking the way I said ‘no’.

“Ah, I didn’t say it like that. Don’t make fun of me.” he continues to laugh. And it leaves me with a strange sense of peace. What kind of nice person ends up here?

Malcolm is the furthest from broken I’ve ever seen. Did he really come here just so his two pals wouldn’t feel lonely?

Was there such a nice person in this world?

“Why do you act like we’re friends? You don’t know me.”

“I want to. You seem interesting, and like I said, I’m a huge extrovert.”

I hum. “Okay, I’ll believe you. You’re the least creepy person here.”

“Yeah, the creepiest person here is Maddox King.”

“Who?” Why was that name familiar? Right, I’d seen it on the art professor’s desk. “The art professor?”

His kind demeanor changed in an instant. “Don’t tell me you signed up for his class?”

“I didn’t have a choice, mate. It’s mandatory to have a special class.”

He groans. “Are you done eating?”

A quick look at my plate, and I gave him a small bob of the head. Malcolm motions for me to leave the tray, and walk with him. Schools are lively, regular prisons are so much more lively than this place. It unnerves me. I clutched the strap of my bag, and once we were out in the hall... Malcolm started speaking.

“There are some people you should never mix with, never bond with. Maddox King is one of those people. He’s a bloodsucker first of all, but he’s cunning. Everything he tells you is a lie.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He side-eyes me with a cocky grin. “Trust, I’d never lead a pair of t**s like those wrong.”

I found his sentence so ridiculous I actually started laughing. “I don’t even know what to say with to that.”

He smirked. “What can I say, I’m a lovable guy. I make people laugh.” I have a smile on my face now, which quickly drops as we spot someone staring at us intently from the top floor. Red long hair, killer looks, and something in his eyes that made us both stop.

“Miss Vanguard, may I speak to you?”

It was posed as a question but I shuddered. It was a definite command. He looked happy and trustworthy. I wasn’t sure who was more disarming to my instincts. Nice looking Malcolm, or Maddox who looked as nice as the vampire teacher from earlier.

I don’t know either of these blokes, so imma just deal with this my way. Just going along to figure out what’ll happen.

I turned to Malcolm. “I’ll text you after. Thank you, for eating breakfast with me.”

“Any time, crazy t**s. I’ve got you. And if he makes you uncomfortable, just text me SOS, and I’ll kill him.”

Okay, maybe the best description for this school isn’t a prison but a madhouse.

I waved goodbye to the easiest friend I’ve ever made and ran up the stairs to meet with Maddox. There was a feeling in my stomach, a gut-like feeling that reminded me the nicest-looking people are usually the ones who hurt you the most. I’ve been hurt alot, there’s nothing left of me to break. I'm just here to count down the days until I leave.

But Malcolm did make a point in my head, Maddox is a vampire. a king vampire, the family who runs this hellhole. That automatically made me a little wary.