"You’re going to have to do a little more than that to scare someone away, but then again you are a little crazy. I won’t deny that." He laughed, staring at his friend. He really was something. He wanted to tell him the truth, but he didn’t want to involve him in the mess that was now his life. There was too much going on to properly explain it, let alone to explain it without sounding completely insane. "I can understand. Wouldn’t want to ruin the money maker there." He joked. "But thanks. I may be chill, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to let some idiot take my things."
"Oooh okay does that mean there’s a whole ‘nother side that I don’t know about. Involved in some kind of underground Fightclub are ya? Huh, Huh?" He nudges his friends arm with his elbow. "Oh but wait you couldn’t tell me if you were. After all first rule is to never let anyone know." Chuckles at his own joke as they make their way into the classroom. Takes his usual seat behind Dante.
"Oh and by the way, got last class’ notes? I kinda forgot to jot them down myself. Fell asleep."
"Well it looks like you and I are like two different kinds of extremes. I’m very particular and like to keep to my studies where… you like to avoid them." He grinned, teasing him. "But yeah… I got mugged. It wasn’t too big of a deal. Nothing I couldn’t handle." He laughed at Sam’s strange karate movements. "You plan on opening a can of whoop-ass like that?"
Shrugs. “Hey, this can be pretty intimidating especially when the attacker thinks I am a little crazy. Or they just walk away laughing. Either way I don’t get my pretty mug messed up. But I’m glad to hear you were able to handle it. You sir are one tough cookie. I admire that.”
"I can’t help myself, man! I’ve never missed an assignment before and I’m not about to start just because a couple of bansh- I mean… bastards tried to mug me on my way home last night. I uh… Just didn’t get too much sleep but I don’t want my grade to suffer just because of that." Thinking it over, he cocked his head to the side. "…You know, that’s not a bad idea, I guess. The teacher knows I’m a good student, and considering the circumstances, maybe he’ll let me turn it in tomorrow. Thanks, Sam. You really are an expert at this, aren’t you?"
"Yea, but it took me many years to perfect. This isn’t something you can just learn over night." Smiles with the utmost of confidence. Takes a lot of pride into his ability to squeak on by in all his classes. Because of this he has built quite the reputation with all his teachers. "Now what’s this about getting mugged? We have been talking for almost twenty minutes and are just now telling me about this! Should of called me and we could of opened up a can of whoop-ass on the creeps. Ya know like…"
"Well, thanks." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. One missed homework wouldn’t be the end of the world, would it? He’d be sure to hand it in the next day… Nope nope nope. “I’m sure it is…” He laughed, pulling out his notebook. “I thought it over and I just can’t do it. I have to do it now. I don’t want to get a homework marked late or anything like that.” He glanced down at his watch. “Think I can write this in ten minutes?”
Sam shakes his head and sighs. “Dante, Dante, Dante! What am I gonna do with you. You’re obsessive compulsiveness is taking over your life and frankly it’s annoying.” Takes the notebook from Dantes hands and tosses it over his shoulder. A half smile appears on his lips. “Now if you’re that worried about it, the solution is simple. Ask for an extension. Just make up some lame excuse like, your grandmother lost her dog and she needed help finding it.”
Once Bitten || Valerie and Sam
Valerie could see the look on Sam’s face, almost as though he was trying to remember last night’s events as well. Something was definitely wrong, and she had every reason to believe that it was because of the investigation they made the night before. Her ankle was proof enough that this wasn’t a dream, but she knew if Sam had remembered also, it’d be a done deal. “What? A room alone with what? Did they hurt you Sammy?” She bit her lip, leaning closer to inspect him and make sure that vampiress hadn’t done anything to hurt him. Judging by how he looked, it seemed like all was normal. He didn’t have any bite marks on his neck which was a good sign.
Valerie shot up once more, feeling the pain shoot up her ankle again. She winced, sitting back down at the edge of the bed. “Ow…” She whimpered, using her hands to pull her weight further onto the bed. “Good morning, Mrs. Emerson, I-” She looked down awkwardly, unsure of how to really explain why she was still there. Of course, nothing sexual had occurred between them like one would assume, but there was definitely something both of them had to hide. After last night, there was no telling what those vampires could’ve done.
"O-Okay, I will… Thank you, Mrs. Emerson." She faked a smile before hanging her head in shame. "…Now your mom is never going to let me come back here, Sammy. She must think I’m some sort of tramp."
Walking to the bedroom door he peeks out as he watches his mother walk the hallway. She turns and looks back for a moment and he smiles with a wave. In return she shakes her head and continues on. In an instant his smile fades. “No, she loves you. I’ll just get a lecture later and we’ll just be forced to study downstairs where she can monitor our every move.”
"As for last night…" He continues from the previous conversation before Lucy had entered. "I don’t remember anything about her harming me, if anything it was completely opposite." Nervously laughs. "If you want me to completely honest, I think we may have done…the deed."