Chapter 14

Emery's P.O.V.

During the whole day at school, I thought about Trinetta. I couldn't concentrate on my work or when people talked to me. I thought about the dream I had of her. It had scared me slightly.

When I saw myself biting her, my intention to change her was so strong! Like I needed it. Trinetta didn't speak to me during school hours. She kept to her word, making sure that Knox wouldn't suspect that I was talking with her.

Though during some classes, she would send me small smiles. I would carefully return them. During lunch, Knox and I went out into the gardens to our spot. She talked about what she was going to wear for the Start of Summer dance. I joined in her on her happiness, but in the back of my mind, I still was thinking about Trinetta.

Thankfully, I didn't have band practice today. The band had our first gig next weekend, but Blaze thought that we would do fine with the regular days of practice. So today, I would be picking Trinetta up as soon as she finished her homework.

Mark had to work, his crappy job as a guitar centre salesman saved me from having vampire lessons for three days a week. My brothers had soccer practice and friends now, so I didn't have to worry about them bothering me. And my mother had work. So I was at home alone for two hours till I had to pick Trinetta up.

And the thing was, for the first time in awhile, I was bored out of my mind. I tried turning my stereo all the way up so that I could hear it throughout the house. That was fun until my neighbour came over and asked me to turn it down.

I grudgingly turned it off. Then stocked up the stairs and decided to watch TV. There, of course, was nothing on. So then I just did something I never do, cleaned my room.

I picked up my dirty clothes and took them downstairs to the laundry room. Then I organized my desk, putting papers and things where they belonged. Then I put clean clothes on hangers in my closet and shut my always open closet door. I made my bed and vacuumed the floor.

I don't think my room has ever been clean, anywhere I lived. So I was completely proud of myself.

I just decided to tidy up the rest of the house while I was at it. Though there wasn't much to do, seeing as my mother was a neat freak. She did most of the cleaning.I mean don't get me wrong, I don't live like a pig or anything, I just don't pick up my clothes, and I have my own way of