– Viper Vladinovich… – the American read aloud and snorted like a horse. – What kind of bird?
– I have no idea," I answered gloomily, taking the sheet back. – Viper. A snake.
– My parents named it, didn't they? – Royce chimed in.
Silently, I got up from the bench and headed for the car park. My hands clenched involuntarily into fists. Crumpling the sheet, I tossed it into the nearest rubbish bin. I hated Viper Vladinovich. And tomorrow that Viper would have to wait for me for about an hour, maybe two. Let him wait. Hopefully he wouldn't like my constant tardiness and would drop the class, since he was the only one entitled to it.
It's ironic: I, a vampire, will be studying for my victim's exam. No, not today's victim: maybe ten years from now he'll be my dinner, but for now, let him bear my scorn and hatred.
Well, stupid Viper, you'll realise soon enough that you're out of luck. Large and emphatic.
***
I stared in surprise at the message from the university with the name of the person who would be studying with me on the Rector's experimental programme. Who would be preparing me for the winter session for almost three months. My personal tutor, so to speak.
Cedric Morgan.
Oh, the horror.
Morgan. That's the one.
Of course I know Cedric Morgan. Who at the university doesn't know him? This guy always keeps a low profile, but for some reason I don't know, he's considered the most desirable guy in the university. Half of my classmates were interested in him, and every time they sighed every time they looked at him or heard his name. So I knew who fate had so disgustingly brought me together with, despite the simple logic that Cedric Morgan and I were incompatible. Yes, I knew him. The thing is, he didn't know me, and he was probably just as excited as I was to meet me. Yes, I agree, Cedric is a handsome guy. But I never understood what girls found special about him: his skin was too pale, even white, which made him look like a dead man. He didn't socialise with anyone, and in the presence of other people he was silent. No, I wasn't watching him – it was noticeable. He's too proud, arrogant, and doesn't care about people who aren't as fortunate as he was to be born into a wealthy family. That's why I didn't like Cedric Morgan, not even as a bloke, but as a person. And it was this egotist who was supposed to help me? What am I talking about? He won't! I bet he's pissed off knowing that he, a handsome rich guy, has to spend time with me, a stupid third year girl!