dating a guy six years older - Jessicas guide to dating on the dark side excerpt
Armed with newfound confidence and a copy of Growing Up Undead: A Teen Vampire’s Guide to Dating, Health, and Emotions, Jessica makes a dramatic transition from average American teenager to glam European vampire princess. I see some new faces out there, and I want to get to know you all as quickly as possible, so I was destined for a whole year of Frank Dormand’s moronic, but mean, comments, which I was certain he’d spew every time he turned to hand something back down the aisle. Frank slid around in his chair to toss the seating chart at me. They were so dark as to appear black and were boring into me with a cool, somehow unnerving, intelligence. Faith had made her life at Woodrow Wilson that miserable. He smiled then, revealing the most perfect set of even, white teeth I’d ever seen. Above him, the fluorescent light sizzled to life for a second, flickering like lightning. One by one, he made eye contact with each student in the room, obviously summing us up. However, things had gone wrong over in Eastern Europe. Animal sacrifices, tree worship, virgins tossed into volcanoes .
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Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows: Fantaskey, Beth. Summary: Seventeen-year-old Jessica, adopted and raised in Pennsylvania, learns that she is descended from a royal line of Romanian vampires and that she is betrothed to a vampire prince, who poses as a foreign exchange student while courting her.
Armed with a copy of Growing Up Undead: A Teen Vampire's Guide to Dating, Health, and Emotions, Jessica tries to imagine the transition from average American teenager to glam European vampire princess.
But just when things start to heat up with Lucius, a devious cheerleader sets her sights on him.
The last thing she wanted was to find out that her birth parents were vampires, and that her vampire betrothed has come to claim her.
Lucius Vladescu is handsome, arrogant, and determined to make her accept her heritage and marry him - or risk reigniting the feud which has been going on between their clans for generations.
Marrying a vampire definitely doesn’t fit into Jessica Packwood’s senior year “get-a-life” plan. Wilhelm continued, squishing around on her sensible shoes. Maybe because he was sitting sort of apart from the rest of us. You could tell just by the way it glittered that it was expensive. " I didn’t appreciate the sarcasm, or the way he’d crept up on me twice in one day, and I kept staring, stupidly, until Faith Crosse reached forward and pinched my arm. "Just sign the chart, I rubbed what would be a bruise, wishing I had the nerve to tell Faith off, both for pinching me and calling me by the wrong name. He’d probably been waiting for the bus, just like me, and missed getting on somehow. Eyes wide, she jabbed her thumb in the guy’s direction, mouthing a very exaggerated, "His gaze followed my fingers, and I thought maybe he was revolted by the fact that I was bleeding. She raised a cautionary finger, like she was about to tell him to sit down, but he strode right past her. My adoptive mother, a cultural anthropologist, had been studying an off-the-wall underground cult in central Romania. "Are you She sounded so serious that I didn’t protest. I rolled down the window, but they spoke so softly I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
But when a devious cheerleader sets her sights on Lucius, Jess finds herself fighting to win back her wayward prince, stop a global vampire war—and save Lucius’s soul from eternal destruction Author Copyright © 2009 by Beth Fantaskey All rights reserved. And legendarily bitchy cheerleader Faith Crosse had claimed the seat directly behind me. Dormand squirmed back around, scowling, and I dug into my backpack for my pen. I started to turn to my left, thinking maybe Jake could loan me one of his pens. "Hurry it up, Reluctantly reaching out to the stranger, I accepted the heavy pen from his hand, and as our fingers touched, I felt the most bizarre sensation ever. I slid back around, and my hand shook a little as I wrote my name on the seating chart. I sensed from the look on his face that we were found wanting somehow. The cult had been a little strange, a little too offbeat, and some Romanian villagers had banded together, intent on putting an end to the whole group. Just before the mob attacked, my birth parents had entrusted me, an infant, to the visiting American researchers, begging them to take me to the United States, where I would be safe. Hated the fact that my birth parents had been ignorant, superstitious people duped into joining a cult.
I accepted my copy from my longtime tormentor Frank Dormand, who’d plopped into the seat in front of me like a massive, gooey spitball, and did a quick survey.
Wilhelm, because I heard a lot of groans as the reading list circulated through the class.
But it was obvious that he was tall and wearing a long, dark coat, almost like a cloak. He must have realized I’d spotted him, because he shifted a little, like he was deciding whether to leave. It had never struck me how vulnerable I’d been all those mornings I’d waited out there alone, but the realization hit me hard then. In the precious split second I wasted being angry at my father, the stranger really did move in my direction, stepping out from under the tree, and I could have sworn—just as the bus, thank god, crested the rise about fifty yards down the road—I could have sworn I heard him say, Or maybe I was hearing things, because the word was drowned out by the sound of tires hissing on wet pavement, grinding gears, and the whoosh of the doors as the driver, old Mr. Locating a spot at the very back of the bus, I plopped down with a rush of relief. Maybe my imagination had run wild, or too many episodes of had messed with my head. Apparently not everybody was as ecstatic about clashing armies and thumping hearts as Mrs.