LOGINRowena. Students queued in line to get food with trays in their hands. Damn. Another thing I hate. "Row, I told you we should have gone outside the school to get food, and now I'm so hungry I can’t wait any longer," Cindy sighed, raising her head over my shoulder to peek at the counter. "I don’t have enough, okay? Dad didn’t give me much this month. Let’s just wait a little; it’ll be our turn soon," I said, forcing a smile. Cindy had already stuck her spoon into her mouth, her eyes widening as if she was trying to swallow all the food at the counter just by looking at it. "Duhhh," I muttered, tapping her forehead with my finger. "Row… hey, it’s our turn now," she pointed out. Just as we stretched out our trays to the school chef..— Rachel appeared. And, as usual, she wasn’t alone. Her little minions marched in sync behind her like some damn parade. Without hesitation, without even blinking my way, she shoved my tray aside. Damn. "Is there something wrong he
Rowena. I had just left the infirmary when my phone buzzed—a text from Cindy asking where I was. I wasn’t walking properly, my legs still ached from the hard fall Jason had caused. But the moment I stepped into the hallway, hel was there. Jason. Jason leaned against the wall, still in his basketball shirt and shorts, sweat glistening on his face, muscles tensed. He wasn’t even trying to hide the dark amusement in his eyes. A bitter laugh left his lips. “I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already walking like that?” I ignored him and moved to walk past him, my patience hanging by a thread. But before I could escape, he grabbed me. “Hey! Come back here. I’m talking to you,” Jason’s voice was sharp, his grip tightening as he spun me around, slamming me against his chest. Anger shot through me. I struggled, pushing against him, but his strength was overwhelming. “Let me go! Haven’t you done enough already?” I snapped, my voice shaking. Jason didn’t bud
Rowena. A sharp shake jolted me awake. My body ached, my head felt heavy, but Cindy’s panicked voice shattered the fog in my mind. “Rowena, wake up! You need to see this!” I groaned, barely lifting my head, but Cindy shoved her phone in my face. The bright screen blurred before my tired eyes. I squinted, trying to focus—and then my stomach dropped. A video. A girl on her knees. The face wasn't blurred out, the body, the hair, the clothes— My heart stopped. It was me. I shot upright, my pulse hammering. The room spun for a second, but I forced myself to focus. My fingers shook as I grabbed Cindy’s phone and scrolled. It was everywhere. Every social media platform, every chat, every gossip forum. The angles, the lighting—this wasn’t some random leak. It was deliberate. Someone wanted to humiliate me. Someone wanted to destroy me. My blood ran ice cold. “Rowena… who were you with last night?” Cindy’s voice was cautious, filled with concern. I couldn’t answer. M
Rowena. The night came too quickly. Too damn quickly. I jumped up the second I remembered. Jason. My bully. The vampire who had me wrapped in some twisted game I didn’t even understand yet. Lying back down would only earn me another round of suffering. And knowing Jason, it wouldn’t be pretty. I swung my legs off the bed, standing on shaky feet. My breath was shaky, my pulse unsteady. Calm the fuck down, Rowena. I marched to the mirror, squinting at my reflection. "Fine. Good. At least I don’t look like I was drowned in sleep," I muttered under my breath. My face was pale, my eyes slightly puffy, but it would have to do. I gathered my hair into a quick bun, grabbed my phone, and slipped out the door without making a sound. Cindy was already snoring like she didn’t have a care in the world. Lucky her. The hallway was eerily silent. The whole school felt... dead. Like a graveyard. Not a single sound, not even the usual rustling of the trees outside. Then, BEEP. My
Rowena. The morning slammed into me like a brick wall. My head was throbbing, every muscle screamed, and I felt like I hadn't slept a wink. Which, honestly, wasn't far from the truth. I'd spent the whole damn night wrestling with my thoughts, a mental tug-of-war that left me exhausted. Should I just give in to Jason's offer? Or should I just walk away? It wasn't my fight. That girl wasn't my problem. I didn't even know her. But the way Jason had looked at me, like he already knew what I was going to do, the threat in his voice... it was eating me alive. I knew he meant it. He was a vampire. Rules meant nothing to him. He could break them, twist them, do whatever he wanted, and get away with it. Hurting a human? That was probably a nothing for him. I dragged myself up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Cindy was already awake, practically vibrating with nervous energy as she grabbed her bag. "Rowena, what are you going to do?" she asked, her voice tight with worry. I f
Rowena. Jason was standing way too close. My breath hitched, and my legs felt shaky. Damn it, Rowena, why couldn't you just mind your own business for once? But this time, it was happening right in front of me. I couldn't just stand by. "I... I..." I stammered, trying to find my voice. Before I could even get a word out, Jason spun around to face the snickering crowd. A cruel grin plastered on his face, but I could see the raw anger simmering beneath. "Who the hell is this?" He yelled while he pointed at me. The crowd's laughter shredded on my nerves. "Who are you to act like this?" I snapped, but my stomach was churning with anxiety. "Me?" He sneered, turning back to me. "Are you really asking me that? I can practically smell the human on you from here. A pathetic, weak one, at that." "You're a jerk, Jason," I retorted, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why do you always have to pick on the weak? Is that the only way you can feel strong? Beating up on some girl and ac







