It's been a week since Kimberly Almiris transferred to Ordrienne High, and I still haven't even gotten a single "hi" out of her — she acts like I'm completely invisible.
My classmates must've put some insane nonsense in her head for her to avoid me this much — that's the only explanation.
«The fastest time in the hundred-meter dash belongs to Kimberly Almiris — eleven seconds. Unless something totally unexpected happens next week, she'll represent Ordrienne High at the national athletics meet,» Professor McCrary announces.
Professor McCrary is in his fifties, and I'm pretty sure he became a PE teacher just to stare at girls' butts in tight shorts — and I don't even blame him. Watching my classmates' butts bounce and their breasts jiggle while they run feels like more than enough reason to spend years studying to become a PE teacher.
But none of them come close to Kimberly. Her boobs look even bigger under that white T-shirt, and her shorts… God, the way they hug her ass is unreal. If I weren't terrified of getting expelled — and arrested — I'd probably give it a nice loud smack.
I knew it right away the moment I first saw her: that body comes from serious, constant training — and the insane time she just ran in the hundred meters proves it.
On the other hand, I have to settle for a miserable second place, but only because she was lucky enough to run after me.
With my vampire abilities, I could've beaten her time easily, but I had to hold back to avoid making people suspicious. So I stopped at a modest 11.4 seconds — a time that normally would've guaranteed me a spot at nationals in any other year… but this time it still wasn't enough.
«Looks like the unreachable Kimberly is really unreachable,» Naomi comments with a teasing smirk.
«Shut your mouth and pay attention.»
Kimberly's school record is the perfect chance to start a conversation with her, and there's no way I'm missing this.
«Really, congrats, Kimberly. You were amazing!» I tell her with the friendliest smile I can. But…
«Thanks.»
A cold, flat, emotionless "thanks" — the kind that kills any conversation instantly.
And she's not like that with the others! With everyone else she's cheerful, bright, talkative — I've seen her laughing and chatting with people I barely even noticed, so irrelevant I didn't even know they were in my class until I saw them with her. What the hell is up with this girl?
Whatever. No point pushing it now — there'll be better chances.
I'm about to walk away when she speaks again, in that same distant tone.
«Thanks… for letting me win,» she adds, turning her head just enough to shoot me a sharp sideways glance.
And what the hell is that even supposed to mean?
«I'm a gentleman, but when it comes to competition, I don't go easy on anyone — not even pretty girls,» I reply with a cocky smile — a desperate attempt to shake off that cold, almost contemptuous look she's giving me.
«Yeah, I'm sure,» she says, walking away before I can even respond, heading straight for a group of losers from my class.
This girl is really getting on my nerves. If it weren't for my bet with Naomi, I would've already told her to go to hell and stay there forever with those pathetic nobodies.
But damn it… doing that would mean admitting defeat and letting Naomi win — and there's no way in hell I'm letting that happen.
It's never happened, and it never will.
«What the hell did you do to her? You sure you didn't accidentally fuck her mother?» Naomi asks.
She said it as a joke, but honestly, it's not that unlikely. I spent years hanging out in bars full of middle-aged women — those classy places where rich wives gather to gossip over cocktails. And every time, I always left with someone.
What if one of those women was actually her mother… and Kimberly saw us?
Only one way to find out — tail her.