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But then a bizarre (and incredibly hot) new exchange student named Lucius Vladescu shows up, claiming that Jessica is a Romanian vampire princess by birth—and he’s her long-lost fiancé. "The desk you’ve selected will be your assigned seat for the year. Or maybe it was because the very air in his particular corner seemed murky, the fluorescent light directly above his desk snuffed out. It was almost like he he repeated, stretching his arm up the aisle—a long, muscular arm—to offer me a shiny gold pen. When I hesitated, a look of annoyance crossed his aristocratic face, and he shook the pen at me. But the last person who’d tangled with Faith Crosse had ended up transferring to Saint Monica’s, the local Catholic school. His somewhat mysterious appearance in English class—a few feet from me—probably wasn’t cause for alarm, either. Yet I swore I saw something quite different than disgust in those black eyes. Grabbing up a marker from the tray beneath the whiteboard, he flipped off the cap with authority and scrawled the word Locking his hands behind his back, he began pacing, as though he was the teacher. I flinched away, looking to Mindy, who was actually fanning herself, totally oblivious to me. She’d been there with my dad to observe their rituals, in hopes of writing one of her groundbreaking insider journal articles about unique subcultures. maybe my birth parents had been involved in some sort of deviant sexual stuff. Without another word, Mom climbed out of the van and strode directly toward the menacing guy who’d tailed me all day. The conversation went on for what seemed like eons. Lucius Vladescu turned to go, and Mom got back in the van and turned the key. 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.



Harcourt Children’s Books is an imprint of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. The tree’s low, gnarled branches twisted down around him, nearly concealing him in limbs and leaves and shadows. Dilly put the bus in gear, and I stumbled down the aisle, searching for an empty seat or a friendly face among the half-groggy riders. The town kids were probably still sleeping, safe and sound in their beds. An obviously brand-new white T-shirt made his summer tan look especially deep. "Jake looks " The low, deep voice echoed in my brain, like a half-remembered nightmare. All without ever leaving Woodrow Wilson High School. He was standing under a massive beech tree across the road from me, his arms crossed over his chest. He was still there, but in the road now, booted feet planted on either side of the double yellow line, arms still crossed, watching the bus drive away. Frowning at a scrap of paper in his hand, he spun the lock and rattled the handle. Or maybe the whole thing would just blow over and I’d never even think about the guy again. Prepare yourselves for a year of epic quests, heart-stopping romances, and the clashes of great armies. 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.

But then a bizarre (and incredibly hot) new exchange student named Lucius Vladescu shows up, claiming that Jessica is a Romanian vampire princess by birth—and he’s her long-lost fiancé.

If there was one thing I hated, it was spooky fairy tales with no basis in reality or logic.