The last class I've been dying to go to.

Eighth period.

The period he is in, the one who told me that I created an enemy.

Dylan.

I walk in, one of the first people in class and I sit in my usual seat. Mr. Cervini sees me and doesn't say anything except nod to himself. Dick. I place my binder and textbook on my desk and students start to come in. I look down at my papers from my classes today and I see a hand land on my desk. I look up and it's Dylan, a smile on his face.

"I did hear you were at school today." He says to me and when he walks past me he runs his fingers down my jaw. I shutter at his cold presence and suddenly, he slides the desk next to me towards mine.

"Um, Dylan, what do you think you are doing?" Mr. Cervini asks when the bell rings and Dylan chuckles.

"Well Diana asked me to help her out with class work so I can help her with the packet you gave us yesterday to finish for today." It's quiet in the class while Dylan sits in the desk right next to me. I don't say anything except look down at my green binder.

"Fine but only today." Mr. Cervini replies back than he sits on his chair and starts doing work on his computer.

"How are you Diana?" Dylan asks me and I don't say anything except stare at him. I need to find out the truth about him and Mr. Walsh. They are hiding something and I know it. Maybe if I go along, Dylan won't suspect anything. Maybe I'll just go one way and see how it goes.

"I'm doing great, not in the mansion anymore, away from him." I refer Xavier as him so no one around us will hear names.

"You got over him?" Dylan gives me a cheeky grin and I nod, resting my head against my arm.

"Yeah, well he did kick me out, why should I run back to him? It's over."

"Well, not for you." He adds and I roll my eyes, grabbing his folder and taking out the packet. I get up and I grab a packet that's on Mr. Cervini's desk but he doesn't bother to say anything. I sit back down and Dylan watches me.

"I'm going to copy yours because I have no clue what we are learning." I say while he laughs. I start to write down the same thing he has and suddenly feel something placed on my thigh. I stop writing and I look down, seeing that it's his hand. He slowly slides it up and I whisper to him to stop. He does but he leans in and kisses my cheek. I don't do anything except try and play along.

If he wants to do this, I'll let him. Maybe it'll get me closer to the secrets they are holding. I can find out myself and I can do something about it.

"Stop, we are in class." I whisper to him while I look around the classroom. No one is looking at us while I feel his cold hand in my shirt.

"No one is paying attention. We are sitting in the back with no one behind us." He whispers in my ear before licking my earlobe. I want to vomit. I can't believe I'm letting Dylan do this to me but I need to. I need to make him act all dumb and give me some answers. If he wants lust, I'll give it to him. I get out of my seat and I tell Mr. Cervini that I'm going to the bathroom. My last glare was at Dylan who I give a wink. I take my time, because I know he is going to follow me. I turn around and he is right behind me, our faces inches away.

We are standing in the middle of the hallway but he grabs me and tugs me to a door that say's Boys' Bathroom. I stop in front of it while he opens the door and no one is in there. Without hesitation, he pulls me in and slams the door shut, locking it from inside.

"Now the bathroom is out of order." He says before pushing me against the wall and pressing his lips against mine. I don't kiss back because I want to pull away but I forgot that I have to act. I flutter my eyes close and I kiss him back, our lips in sync. I wrap my arms around his neck and I pull him closer to me. Dylan wraps his hands around my thighs and I lift them up and wrap my legs around his torso.

His kisses are sloppy and wet but he seems as if he is enjoying this. I break apart from him and he brings his lips to my neck. I start to breath deeply, somehow I'm kind of liking this. Is it because when a girl gets kissed anywhere, they feel aroused? I bite my bottom lip and I give him more access. He trails down to my shoulder and back up to my jaw.

"You smell like him."

"Who?"

"Xavier, he's all over you."

"Well that should be gone if we aren't together." I breath.

"Nope, not if he's still in love with you."

"Why aren't you guys friends anymore?"

"His family killed my younger brother years ago because he killed about twenty humans." He places as kiss on my neck and sucks on my skin where my pulse is beating. I pull on his hair at the chilling feeling. I kind of feel bad for Dylan now.

"So is that why you are afraid of Alexander?"

"No, I wanted vengeance and I tried to kill them but they got me, almost killed me but didn't because my father works for the King."

"And killing me would be your revenge to them. Ruining the Prophecy." He chuckles, kind of telling me that I am right.

Our mouths meet again but it feel something pointy and cut my bottom lip. I pull away and Dylan is chuckling at me with his perfect long fangs shining at me. My tongue touches something wet and I know it's not my saliva. It tastes bitter and coppery. His eyes trail down to my lip that's covered with my blood when he inhaled the smell. He tries to lick it off but I place my finger on my his lips, stopping him.

"If you want some, you have to answer my questions." I say to him and he is still staring at my blood, a smirk on his lips.

"Anything." Dylan responds back and I grin.

"I know that your boss is Mr. Walsh, but I want to know what is so big about him?" He looks in my eyes and licks his lips.

"Let's just say that he's very powerful, stronger than anyone in this whole world."

"Where does he live?" He tries to lean in closer to my face because my blood is oozing out more on my mouth.

"How should I know? I don't care."

"Why are you working for him?" I ask him and he starts to chuckle under his breath.

"You, my curious cat are asking too many personal questions." So he is playing also. I know Dylan isn't stupid but there must be a better reason for working for him.

"Well, you are making out with me, the girl you want dead." I say and he places his hands under my thighs.

"Because now is not the time to kill you. Now I can do this." Without hesitation, Dylan brings my bottom lip to his mouth and sucks on it lightly, taking the blood from the open wound he made. His tongue drags along my mouth and he lets out a moan from his mouth. "And this." He says after pulling away from me and moving my hair away from my neck.

My heart starts to speed up when I feel his fangs lightly graze over my throat, his tongue tracing a wet trail from the base to the side. My hair stands up from the back of my neck when his hot breath hits my exposed skin. I close my eyes tight and try not to think of him biting me. The fear is making me think of Xavier ripping my throat open.

Suddenly, the bathroom door approaches with a knock from the other side.

"Hey, who the fuck locked the door." A manly voice says and it must be a student. Dylan groans annoyed and takes a step back, my legs unwrapping around him and placing me onto the ground. I stand still, feeling a bit awkward when Dylan unlocks the door and a human student walks in. He sees me, wondering why a girl is in the boys' bathroom but he just slowly turns away.

"You better mind your own business." Dylan says to him and the boy just goes to one of the stalls. I slowly walk out of the bathroom with Dylan following behind me. "We should do that again, but maybe on the bed." He whispers in my ear before speeding up towards me and beating me to our classroom.

Maybe acting all sexy and hot around him was a bad idea. I'll just be a little fun for him until Mr. Walsh wants me dead sooner or later. Unless the Prophecy is all gone and killing me isn't the top of their list. I should just wait and see, I shouldn't cower away. I am not that type of person. I walk back to my classroom, everyone doing their work and I come to face with Dylan, tapping his hand against the seat next to him.