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We skipped school. Apparently having posing vampire brothers ranked more important than completing an education. The boys didn't even bother to tell administration or anyone. It'll be fine they had said when I questioned them.
Brian's car was now full, some of the boys had hopped into the back of it. Whatever they were, it seemed to me that self-safety wasn't a priority for them.
"Where are we going?" I ask Will from the backseat. I'm crammed between Jarrod and Dyl, Will is in the front seat. Something about barring me from the outside? Masking my scent? The way they spoke; it didn't make sense to me. It was like being surrounded by people speaking a different language.
"To the house," Will answers me, his eyes awake and alert, scanning the road aggressively.
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