Part 4

In the following class, Drake and Alecks both tried to get as much research as possible into one class period in order to share their information with the other at the end of the school day. They searched topics from: "Samhain" to "ghosts that kill" on every site from samhain.com to wikipedia. They only had about 30 minutes to get everything done though so they didn't get enough. And they didn't know what they should believe. There was no way of knowing what was the truth... If any of it was the truth. Which seemed unlikely.
They only found 3 possibly realistic sites with information but one said that Samhain was a hero-not a god like some of the other sites-and was probably named after the Celtic festival of the end of the summer. Another said that Samhain was the God of the Dead. The last said it was a poor translation and "samhain" really means "a death of a god." They weren't sure what to believe.
The boys sat through the rest of last block in silent dismay.
At the end of the class period, they came together again.
"Dude, I got nothing." Alecks said, disappointed.
"Yeah, me neither." Drake's voice became quiet quickly. "Maybe we could ask a teacher. I mean, someone has to know, don't they?"
"Well, maybe, but I don't want my teachers to think I'm stupid because of a question."
"Man, they think you're stupid anyway." Drake laughed. Everyone knew that Alecks wasn't the brightest crayon in the crayon box... and that the teachers knew he smoked pot in the bathroom. Honestly, they didn't care. He's been doing it for three years and they didn't see a change coming any time soon.
"Anyway," Drake said after they had both gone to their lockers. "I think someone would know. What about a student?"
"... Yeah man! That one goth guy who isn't in our 'group'" Alecks made air quotes. "I think his name is... Well, I don't know his name but he goes by Midnight . Who'd'a guessed, right?" He laughed but Drake thought it was a good idea. If anyone knew about Samhain, it would be the kid who basically worshipped Halloween. But they would have to hurry. Most kids were already on the bus or in their car by now.
Drake told Alecks his plan and they started off. Right before they were on the second hallway, they heard-
"Drake! Alecks!" Drake knew the voice.
Kaci.
Crap.
He knew she would slow them down. By then, they wouldn't be able to catch Midnight in time.
Alecks looked at him. He whispered, "Drake, go on ahead and look for Midnight, I'll keep Kaci busy."
"... What will you say?"
Alecks smiled stupidly. "That you got the runs."
Drake gave him a glare but he knew he didn't have time to argue. He took off farther down the hallway just as Kaci wrapped her arm around Alecks.
"Hey! Where you going, Drake?!" Kaci called behind him. He felt bad about ditching her but he knew he had to do it.
For Kimmie.

He ran around the corner and down the right hall just as a group of cheerleaders were coming out from the bathroom.
They looked at him like he was a god.
He stopped jogging.
"Have you girls seen Midnight?"
Now, they looked at him like he was a friggin' idiot.
The snobby one in the front spoke first. "Who?" Her face scrunched up in disgust. Her tone was almost menacing.
Drake didn't even bother.
He turned on his heel and darted back to the center and took the left hallway this time. He passed a few girls and their expressions changed to lust when they saw him. Drake's black, shaggy hair that was originally neatly brushed to one side, was flapping effortlessly up and back down onto his forehead with each bound of his powerful legs. His blue and red jacket soared open and flittered behind him, exposing his tight As Blood Runs Black shirt. His shirt only defined his perfect abs and muscular body. His jeans, which were red, skinny jeans, already detailed his godly legs while running in them only illustrated better his ideal, well-built limbs. His magnificent baby blue eyes faded into a deep blue around the edges of the irises. His glorious nose twitched slightly with the wind from his speed. His marvelous lips, oh his lips, partly just faintly enough to get a quick breath. As he ran, his scent like that of the aroma of fifty-thousand roses budding with a drizzling of precipitation still lingered behind him.
Even if you weren't in his 'group' - No, even if people like him weren't your type - Still wrong. Even if you didn't like GUYS, you still had to admit; Drake was hot.

End