Ishita Callaway- student, friend of Mihika Kardigan...daughter of Mr.& Mrs Callaway
Jai Callaway- brother of Ishu
Kunal also called Ken callaway or Kennet- Brother of Ishu and twin of Jai
MIhika Kardigan: besstie of Ishu and twin sis of Raman
Raman Kardigan- Twin of Mihika
u will come to knoe more characters as story proceeds
well it Doesn't takes place in India so mostly the name, surnames are like those one...
and the vampire names are greek and latin so apologies first only for such names but will u will got tp knoe soon being a vampire why Raman got an Such name...Hope u guys dont mind...
Chapter 1-
"Honey, time to wake up!"
I rolled over and covered my head with the pillow. I was too tired for school. I was too tired for anything. It was six o'clock in the morning for Christ's sake. How the hell was I expected to be fully functional when the sun was too lazy to even get up this early? It was insanity.
"Honey!" her voice came again. I groaned. 'Honey' didn't want to get up now. 'Honey' was too tired to go to school. 'Honey' would like to tell you to go to hell. "Honey! Are you up?" came that voice again.
"Yeah!" I called. Go to hell you damn morning person.
Groggily, I rolled out of bed and fell onto the floor, tangled up in my sheets. I kicked my legs free and stumbled over to my closet. I grabbed a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a black Hollywood Undead tshirt off their hangers. I got changed and went into my bathroom.
I brushed my teeth and splashed some cold water on my tan and exhausted looking face. I winced as I brutally pulled my brush through my dark curls. Once my hair was presentable I outlined my baby blues in dark eyeliner. After that I shuffled back into my room and shoved my feet into my converse and slung my bag over one shoulder. I glanced at my digital clock and realized I was running late.
I ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time.I skidded into the kitchen and, as expected, my mom, dad, and older brothers were in the kitchen. My mom was cleaning up the counter from making breakfast and my dad was flipping through the paper. Jai and Ken were scarfing down eggs at the table. Boys, they eat so much. It was miracle my parents and I hadn't starved to death.
"Morning Ishi," Jai said smugly. He knew I hated that nickname.
"Don't make me snap your neck," I threatened.
"You know for an emo you inflict more pain on others then yourself," Jai muttered.
"Jai," my mom rebuked.
I snickered; suck on that pretty boy. "Honey, do you want any eggs?" my mom asked.
"No, I'm going to Mihika's house . . . I'll eat there," I said.
"Alright," my mother said, "Will you being going to the Kardigan's after school too?"
"Assuming that today is like every other day, yes" I said. Seriously though; I went over Mihika's house everyday, why would today be any different? Was the pope coming by for tea? "Well make sure you and Mihika actually get your homework done instead of goofing off all afternoon," my mom said.
"We will. You know Mihika's like a genius," I reminded her.
"That's not all she is," Jai said, smirking as Ken snickered.
"Stay away from my freinds," I snapped.
"You know it's a mystery to me why the hottest girl in school is best friends with you," Jai said. "
You know what else is a mystery" I retorted, "How you can get dressed in the morning."
"Children, stop fighting. Now, Jai, leave your sister alone and eat your breakfast. You're gonna be late. And Ishu, you get going. And tell Mrs. Kardigan I said hi," my mom told us.
"Okay" I said "Bye."
I walked out the front door and began the walk to the Kardigans house. It was a little cold out, but perfectly typical for October in New York. People waved to me as they passed me on the street and I waved back, sometimes. Some people didn't deserve a wave. It didn't take me long to reach the Kardigans humongous house. Seriously though, it was freaking' massive. The Kardigan's were mad rich, like legit. They're house looked like it came straight off one of those home decorator magazines, what with it's greek columns and white stone it looked like it belonged next door to the Parthenon.
I just walked right in; I didn't knock or anything. I had been here every day since I was six. The Kardigans considered me a second daughter. I was practically family and family didn't knock to enter their own house. I knew immediately that Mihika was in the kitchen, I could smell the blueberry pancakes the second I entered the house. I waltzed into the stainless steel, very fancy, kitchen to find Mihika sitting at the table with a plate of untouched pancakes in front of her.
Mihika was beautiful. I wasn't a lesbo or anything but it was impossible not to notice how stunning she was. She was dainty and small; one of those petite little girls that guys always went crazy for. She had long blonde hair that reached down to her tiny waist. Her bone pale skin was flawless and looked like porclain. She had plump pink lips, a perfect nose, and big eyes that were the strangest color of silver and darkly lashed. She wore skinny jeans and a grey zip up Hollister sweatshirt.
At first sight we didn't look like we should be friends because I mean, c'mon, she looks like a total prep. But in this case, appearances were actually wrong. Mihika and I practically shared a brain and we'd been best friends since we met in first grade. Her mom, Mrs. Kardigan, was cooking. She looked like she was in her mid thirties with long blonde hair and was thinner then any mom should be.
"Hi, Ishu," she greeted me.
"Hi, Mrs. Kardigan," I answered, "Whats for breakfast today?"
"Blueberry pancakes, your favorite," she grinned. Blueberry pancakes were my pot. Actually, pot was my pot. Blueberry pancakes were my crack. "Excellent," I purred as I sat down across from Mihika. Mrs. Kardigan brought me a syrupy plate of pancakes and I dug in. Mihika didn't touch hers but it didn't surprise me. The girl was so damn skinny it didn't surprise me that she hardly ever ate anything. I was just about done, and I was gonna tell Mihika we should go when Raman walked in; Mihika's gorgeous twin brother. He was much taller then Mihika but you could tell they were related. He had the same golden hair, pale skin, and silver eyes as his twin. On top of those already nice features, he had an amazing body and a gorgeous face. Not to mention an amazing personality, just as sarcastic and dismissive as me. What more could a girl ask for?
"Morning mom," he said in a voice like honey, as he went over to the fridge and dug around in it.
"I see somebody finally decided to wake up," Mihika said sarcastically.
"I didn't decide to wake up. Someone just happened to throw a clock radio at my head about ten minutes ago," Raman retorted sarcastically.
"I know you don't think it was me, brother dearest," Mihika said with mock innocent.
Raman closed the fridge, and turned to face us with his perfect lips in the shape of a smirk. He had two blue sports bottles in his hands and threw one to Mihika as he rolled his eyes. She caught it effortlessly and opened it to guzzle some down. Raman did the same.
"Well, I had to wake you up somehow. 'Cause if you didn't come I would have to drvie us. . . " Mihika trailed off mischeviously.
"Hey," Raman said, "Don't touch my Mercedes"
"I'm not gonna touch your beloved car but if you continue sleeping in, one day I might have to. If I can't wake you up that is. You do sleep like the dead," Mihika said smirking. Something about it made me feel like I was missing some kind of inside joke. I hated that feeling.
Raman smirked, "Be that as it may, don't touch my car" "Okay, okay," Mihika said, "Chill out. I was just teasing you"
Raman sat down next to me at the table. Not eating, just drinking and talking.
"So Ishu," he said, "Why does it feel like you spend more time in my house then I do?" "Ugh, maybe cause you're never home?" Mihika suggested sarcastically
"I have a very active social life. Is that a crime?" Raman asked rhetorically. "And by 'active social life' you mean entertaining your many lovers?" I asked
"We gotta get going," Raman said, glancing at the clock on the oven, "Or we're gonna be late again. I wouldn't care usually, but I'm tired of Mrs. What'sHerName chewing me out every day." He hadn't even attempted to have any breakfast. Raman ate a surprisingly small amount of food for a teenage boy (a quarterback nonetheless!) but I was used to it.
"Okay, Okay. God, can we eat?" Mihika asked, even though she hadn't even touched her food. "You can," Raman said, "But somehow I doubt you will.
She rolled her eyes as she gathered up her books. I picked up my bookbag too, and headed for the door. "Bye Mrs. Kardigan!" I called at the same time that Mihika called, "Bye Mom!"
"Bye girls," she called back, "Have a nice day." We paused at the door, waiting for Raman. He grabbed his keys off the table and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Bye Mom," he said as he passed her.
"Wait," she said, pulling him into a hug. Even though he was facing away from me, I knew for a fact that he was rolling his eyes. "Bye baby," she said, releasing him
"Bye Mom," he said again, in a voice that suggested that she should really stop talking. She simply smiled and disappeared into the Kardigan's living room. Mihika and I continued to wait by the door while Raman put his favorite grey "Cold Spring Hawks" sweatshirt on over his "Three Days Grace" tshirt.
"C'mon baby, we don't have all day," I said mockingly. Mrs. Kardigan always seemed to baby Raman, even though he was only the baby of the family by like a minute. Mihika was a minute older and there older brother, Alex, was like five years older and in college. Still, Raman was usually regarded as Mrs. Kardigan's favorite, it seemed like.
"Get bent Callaway," he told me. "Right back at 'cha Kardigan," I said as we all headed out the door and into the Kardigan's driveway. Three cars were settled there; a black mercedes, a silver crossover, and a 50's mustang in mint condition.
Raman slid into the front seat of his Mercedes, and me and Mihika climbed in back. We preferred to sit together so we could talk, or more precilesly gossip. And when we were done gossiping, we were saying stupid things and making references to Spongebob. Raman shot us indulgent smiles with the mirror every tme we said something really out there. He'd been giving us that smile since the first time I came over the Kardigan's in first grade.
It was a smile that said "You guys are crazy but I love you two, anyway" That smile always floored me. Raman's general presence always floored me actually. His looks, his voice, his sense of humor, his attitude. Everything about him screamed "Notice me!" ""Love me" "Don't trust me!"
I definitely noticed him, and sometimes I thought that maybe, just maybe, I loved him. And sometimes I felt like I really didn't trust him either. He was my good friend, but he had that whole bad boy thing going for him. But I definitely wasn't having sex with him. I'd leave that last part to the cheerleading squad and all the other girls Raman screwed with. Currently, he was screwing Julie Manderson, his latest girlfriend. I didn't like her, because she was just a total conceded bitch. It also could have something to do with the fact that she's getting laid with the guy I'm possibly in love with. It didn't matter though, Raman got a new girlfriend like every two months. It seemed like he got bored easily.
Mihika was exactly the same way. She always had a boyfriend, except she keeps hers around longer then Raman. They tended to stick around for a good eight months before she dumped them. Her current boyfriend was Ryan, a very cute but not too interesting soccer player. He'd been dating for Mihika for the last six months or so. So, I wouldn't have to deal with Ryan much longer. And Julie would be getting the boot in a week or two
It didn't surprise me that they had so many girlfriends/boyfriends. After all, they were both amazingly good looking. But that wasn't the only thing, they also just seemed to have this pull that made you want to be with them. Or maybe it was just me. It was the strangest thing. Then again the Kardigans aren't exactly normal. I could never place my finger on it, but they were different. Exotic
Everything about them screamed "Exotic"
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