Chapter 27: Cleopatra was Part Vampire?

I'm dead, I'm dead. No. I'm worse than dead, I'm trapped in the school with a bully who will lord over me that I made out with a ghost. I pace in my bedroom, chewing on my fingernails. Gwen couldn't have seen Kiarr, could she? Maybe she guessed I had a guy in my room because of the state of my clothes and hair.

That must be it. She is just trying to freak me out so I do what she wants. Not happening.

Two days later, on Monday morning, I lug her huge bag of dirty clothes out of my room and shove them in front of her dorm room down the hall. Let her wash her own damn clothes. I am not going to let her pressure me into acting like her slave. Besides, she has no proof. No one else at the Academy, including Melanie, has been able to see them. No, she has to be bluffing and is jumping to conclusions when I took too long to answer the door and the way I had probably blushed and had been in disarray, she'd figured it was because of a guy.