I TOOK the cookies and donuts.
What? You didn't expect me to refuse them, did you?
I mean, come on—free food is free food. And if you know anything about me, it's that I'm not stupid enough to go hungry or waste time cooking when there's a perfectly good bribe on my doorstep.
So, yes, I took the boxes they brought, thanked them with a smile that probably looked more like a grimace, and closed the door on their pretty vampire faces—muttering something vague about wanting to prepare myself.
The second the door clicked shut, I tossed the boxes on the table, let out a shaky breath, and let my real thoughts catch up:
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I still had to go meet the principal.
And guess what? I was sent here to the school without the Ministry of Education for the Supernatural actually informing him about my arrival.
Yes, that was going to be a problem—a very, very big one.
But I wasn't entirely stupid.
