AS I AM

STORM

I am close, I can feel it. I have been looking for them for more than 6 years, and now, I can feel them close by.

I smirk as I watch the road, stretching for miles without any car in sight. The weather is perfect for hunting, foggy, cloudy and the trees are making the area even eerier.

This is my perfect playground. I get out of the car when I see the headlights of the car I am waiting for. Looking at my wristwatch, I smile, they are right on time.

Flexing my hands out, always come out and I roll my neck, feeling it pop as I stretch and then advance in the middle of the road. I know they can see me and they are probably wondering what a girl like me is doing on the road, as I have parked my car where they can’t see it. I stand in the middle of the road, the car tires screeching as they avoid hitting me.

“Are you okay?!”

I am about to be. A small smirk plays on my lips as my eyes scream blood thirst, and I pounce.

***

One year.

 That’s all I have to do, to gain their trust, to complete my revenge. And for that whole year, I have to attend the school like a proper girl, be civil, and play the little game called normal life.

I sigh looking around my little apartment. Surely, a high school student living alone on the outskirts of the town in a shitty small apartment is not just going to cut it. I have more money than I can ever need. I need to fix this if I am meant to be perfect and if I am going to fit in and be one of them.

A roll of disgust rolls over me and I shiver just thinking about it. I look at myself one more time in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance. The school has its uniform and even if I am against the system, I have to say they are good-looking. The skirt hits above my knees; not too short, not too long, and I notice how it accentuates my legs. The blazer and the shirt inside all fit my body perfectly.

I was well prepared for this phase in my life.

Sighing one more time, I take my backpack, grab my keys, and head outside. I double-check my door, feeling uneasy about how I’m leaving all I own inside this not-so-safe apartment, as I always move around with all my things, in my car. Not for the lack of money but because of what I do, what I hunt, and generally the fact that I have never felt at home or peace anywhere long enough to set roots. This now brings me to my after-school activity, to find a decent house, buy or rent but it has to have a statement.

***

It’s too humid, and it doesn’t help that I am sitting in a parked car, with no windows rolled down. I shift in my seat again, not liking being here any more minutes than I have to. I look again in the direction I am waiting for them to appear.

The luxurious high school is a grand imposing structure with a gothic architectural style. The school is built of grey stone and has tall, arched windows that let in plenty of natural light. The school sits on a large piece of property surrounded by lush green lawns and gardens. The school’s central tower rises above the other buildings and can be seen for miles around.

As students arrive at the school, they do so in a variety of luxury cars. There are sleek sports cars, such as Lamborghini and Ferraris, as well as more traditional luxury cars like Mercedes-Benz and BMWs. The students themselves are impeccably dressed, in designer clothing and accessories. They exude confidence and wealth, and their sense of entitlement is palpable.

Just then, their obvious arrival is known from the way all the cars create a berth and the smiling students walking stand at the side of the road to let them pass. I sit up straighter to catch four cars as they pass where I am parked.

The first car is a sleek and sophisticated black Mercedes-Benz S-Class. The second car is a red Ferrari 488 GTB, with a low, wide stance. The third car is a white Rolls-Royce Phantom. The fourth car is a blue Lamborghini Aventador.

Other cars pause to let them in and it’s my turn to start up my car and follow them close by so that I can get a closer look at the occupants. My black impala 67 roars to life as I pull into the gates just to see them getting parked in their respective secluded spaces. I keep my distance as I sit and watch as the first door is opened and the first one steps out, and I subconsciously suck in my breath. Tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. He has dark brown hair that is styled in a messy yet stylish manner. His skin is tanned and his eyes are a piercing blue. He stands at around 6'2" tall and has a confident and powerful stance. He exudes an air of dominance and control, and I feel it from inside my car. I swallow hard.

He closes his door and there comes a girl to his side, and they embrace, it’s a hug but it’s very intimate like they have known each other for a very long time. That fact makes me feel a twist inside my stomach that I don’t know what it is about.

My eyes go to the second one, who is already getting outside. The second one is also tall and muscular, with a lean and athletic build. He has short, spiky blonde hair and piercing green eyes. His skin is fair, and he has a small scar above his left eyebrow. He stands at around 6'0" tall and has a fierce and intense expression on his face. He exudes an air of danger and unpredictability, and I shift in my seat when he looks in my direction. His eyes never miss a thing as I see him smile tightly at the girl he was chatting with inside the car. They were driving together, interesting. They too have the air of familiarity even though I can see that he is stretched thin by the conversation they are having. I blink at that thought, I have no idea how I could have guessed that but I just did.

Pushing that intrusive thought away, my eyes find the third one, and all my breath leaves my lungs. Slightly shorter than the other two, but no less powerful. He has a stocky and muscular build, with dark skin and a shaved head. He has deep-set brown eyes and stands at around 5'8" tall and has a no-nonsense attitude, exuding an air of strength and determination, the shirt he has on stretches as his muscles pop out and I have this sudden urge to touch them, run my hands on his skin and feel them flex under my touch.

Snap out of it!

My eyes fall on the Lamborgini that is still running, and I have a feeling the occupant isn’t planning on staying for long, if at all. Just as the thought passes my mind, it turns and speeds out of the gates, and I know it’s the fourth one of them, and he just left.

I didn’t get to see him but from what I am seeing right now, my eyes soaking them all in at once that they are no longer the pups I saw that night.

They are not whom I had hoped for, whom I had pictured or even guessed. They are the opposite. They are good looking, hot, their sex appeal is felt from miles away and they know it. They are also immune to it .just as they are hot and sexy, they are equally as dangerous. But that only seems to rile up the girls, as they want to have a taste of it, taste it, be near it, and if they are not so strong, broken by it, consumed whole.

The game just got interesting.