As soon as the bell rang for the end of third period, Carmen ran out of the classroom. But this time, he was waiting for Bijoti. “Do you know how many rules and treaties we’ve broken just by sending that note?” He growled.
“And?” Bijoti looked into his charcoal eyes. “We’re both monsters…” She stopped as Carmen punched a wall. Very nearly the whole wall caved in with the blow. “Fine, special, if you prefer. The difference is our apetite.” Carmen glanced around.
“Do you know what my brothers would do if they saw us? Huh? I don’t think you bloodsuckers can handle them.” He stepped back when he realized he had pinned her to the wall. Bijoti’s face contorted with his choice of words. For once, she was glad she couldn’t cry and show her real feelings behind her porcelain face.
“Fine, Carmen. If that is how you feel… Then, I’m sorry if I get you into trouble.”