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I held my breath as the guy stopped. I came to a halt about a foot away from where he was standing.

Please don't let him think I'm an idiot.

He turned his torso towards me, I got a good look at his face. I took a sharp intake of breath.

Holy mother of cows.

The good-looking guy I had partially seen at the Gas Station looked even more good-looking now that I could see his face.

He, for a fact, was what I would describe as handsome. His blonde hair messy, and styled to the side with a few tufts of hair sticking out.

His brown eyes shining brightly at me, but his face was plastered with a cold, hard stare. He had a chiseled jawline, with no sign of stubble.

His nose was straight and his lips were thin. He had broad shoulders and looked to be fit.

And I just sat there for a minute ogling him. Good job, Saige. Good job.

The guy scoffed, turning his head and beginning to walk away.

"Wait!" I shouted, walking quickly to try and catch up to him.

"What do you want? I don't have time." He said sternly, not giving me a glance.

I gulped, slightly taken back from his hard tone. "You dropped something yesterday and I—"

"I don't know you." He quickly took a turn.

Could I have made a mistake? No. He was definitely at the Gas Station. I'm not crazy.

"I'm just trying to return—" I tried to reason with him. I followed him down the unfamiliar hallway.

"I didn't lose anything." He snapped at me.

I could feel his irritation with me. Even though I was at least a foot behind him.

"B-but..." I stuttered, my argument weakening.

He quickly spun around and closed the distance between us. He leaned in a little too close for my comfort.

My eyes widened and my jaw about hit the floor. I stared into his dark brown eyes.

He scowled at me and somehow still managed to look good. I bit my lip and tried to turn away from his hard glance.

"Keep whatever it is. I don't give a damn." Backing up, he pivoted and began casually walking down the hallway.

As if nothing happened. I blinked and felt myself blush. I stood there for a few minutes, dazed by what just happened. The image of his face leaning in close repeating in my mind.

I shook my head. Just thinking about how handsome he was has got me blushing furiously.

Focus. I'm in school. I need to get to my second class. Since I already missed my first class, I have to hurry to my next.

My mother is going to be so mad at me. I can already hear her lecturing voice in my head. I really need friends.

I have Rowan and Zaylee— but, oh.

It completely slipped my mind that they were probably vampires. That most likely means all the other students are as well.

Including the good-looking guy. Gosh, I'm such an idiot! These students aren't normal. He could of bit my neck and sucked me dry.

What was I thinking?

Shuffling through my bag, I pulled out my crumpled up schedule. Glancing down at it, the numbers led me to the B-Hall.

I looked up to see if there were any signs nearby. Groaning, I saw a white sign with the words 'D-Hall' written on it.

According to the signs, I need to take a left turn. Glancing down again and taking a sharp left, I let out a surprised grunt.

Falling backward, I managed to steady myself.

"What the hell?" A high-pitched voice screeched.

I looked up and saw a gorgeous girl. She looked furious and glared at me.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you." I smiled.

Shifting my bag to adjust my weight, I tried to walk around the girl.

She had long dirty blonde hair, it was curled at the ends. Her shining green eyes glared at me.

Her face was angled perfectly and she wore a little too much makeup. Her lips bright and full. Her skin looked flawless.

I was about to pass her when she suddenly gripped my arm tightly. I winced as she shoved me backward.

"Who do you think you are?" She sneered.

I blinked, a little confused by her outburst. "I'm sorry—"

"I don't want an apology." She rolled her eyes.

I was even more confused now. "I don't understand—"

She chuckled evilly. "Of course you don't. You're the new girl. I didn't expect you to know who I was."

I blinked. Oh crap, how could I not notice it? She stood confidently, showing off her aspects. Her too tight uniform fit her curvy body.

Her aura literally screamed 'I'm popular, you must bow down to me'.

Where are your friends to protect you when you need them? My friends are probably stuck in class still upset with me.

"I am Waverly Adams, the prettiest and most-liked student at this school." She beamed, waving her hand up forming a dramatic pose.

I looked around at the empty hallway. I'm waiting for everyone to pop-out and say 'surprise! It's a cliche'.

But nobody came out of hiding. It's just the Queen and I. She's glaring at me, and I'm waiting for her to scream 'off with her head'.

"I'm—"

"And you're a nobody." She leaned in close and poked me hard in my chest. "So, stay outta my way."

With a final shove, she made her way past me and swayed her hips as she trotted down the hallway.

I rolled my eyes. I'll have to remember to make sure to cross off meet 'total jerk head' and 'bratty queen'.

Go me. Now to find the boring old teacher who makes me tell everything about myself to the class.

"Class, this Saige Morris. She is a new student here. Please welcome her with kindness." The grubby, older looking man mumbled out.

Well, maybe my next teacher would make me tell my whole life story to the class.

I had completely missed my second class as well. So now, I had finally made it to my third class. Pre-Cal.

Everyone stared at me with curious eyes. Once again, I felt like a lamb trapped in a room full of lions. I have to fit in.

It seems they don't suspect me to be a human. I wonder why.

I gave a slight smile before scurrying to an empty desk towards the middle of the room. Setting down my heavy bag, I sighed in relief. This whole morning has been a jumbled mess.

Looking around, I saw a familiar pair of brown eyes and blonde hair a few rows away from me. Crap.

Total jerk head is in my class. Go figure. The school is actually a bit smaller than most normal high schools. Small town. Small school.

Sadly, I didn't see Rowan or Zaylee in this class. I wish I would've been able to attend my first two classes.

I pulled my binder out of my backpack and began scribbling down notes and equations.

Someone began chuckling and I glanced at where the noise had come from. It was a boy, another good-looking boy.

He was grinning at me. I raised my brow in confusion. It took a second, but I realized that none of the other students in the room were writing notes.

They all just stared at the board or ignored the teacher altogether completely. Slowly and stealthily, I closed my binder and slipped it back into my backpack.

The boy looked like he was about to burst out laughing. My cheeks flames from embarrassment. Seriously, I don't know what they do here.

They probably are all geniuses. Then what's the point of school?

I sighed and propped my elbow on the desk, resting my head on my palm.

Let's just hope I don't fail my classes. Ugh. Almost a hundred percent chance I will.

Mr. Willis— I think that was his name— blabbered on throughout the class. I even forgot what chapter the class was already on.

He wore a polo shirt with a mismatched tie, his gut very noticeable. His head was balding and his hair graying. He had a long, scruffy beard.

Not the most attractive teacher, I would say.

Suddenly, a piece of paper flicked me in the head. Looking down, I saw a small, folded note.

Eyeing it suspiciously, I slowly reached down and picked it. Looking around, I saw the same good-looking boy who chuckled at me earlier staring at me.

What does he want now? Opening the paper, I read the sloppy words slowly.

How about lunch with me?

I folded the piece of paper back and flicked it towards him. I shook my head.

I promised to join lunch with Rowan and Zaylee.

The boy pouted a bit and tried to give me a convincing bright smile. I slightly smiled and shook my head again.

Before I turned my gaze away from the boy, I caught the blonde jerk staring at me. He was scowling at the boy and me.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I turned my attention to the messy writing on the board. I really don't need to be around vampire boys I don't trust.

If they are vampires. I still had my doubts. Of course, my hope that everyone was just crazy began to fade fast.

The only doubts I have is that one; I haven't seen any fangs. And two; no red eyes.

Silly, I know. But I'm still skeptical. You can't expect me to accept the fact I'm attending a vampire school in one day.

I need to make sure. Or else, I would turn out to be a fool. A stupid fool.

I sat there, contemplating the possibilities. Every sign still pointed to vampires.

The last twenty minutes of class were spent avoiding glances with both boys whose names I didn't even know.

The boy who had chuckled at me seemed a bit familiar. He had light brown hair and bright blue eyes. His facial features slightly resembled Hadlee's. Hell, their eye color and hair color looked all too much alike.

Who knows. They might be related. Speaking of Hadlee, I wonder if she ever went back to class.

The bell rang for lunch rang, the teacher dismissing us in his usual monotone voice. Students gathered their items and began chatting.

Chairs screeched and multiple footsteps stomped heavily on the tile. I quickly zipped up my backpack and headed towards the door.

I pushed my way out of the classroom as students began to herd quickly. I guess I'll just follow the crowd and hope to see Rowan and Zaylee.

Suddenly, a tight grip pulled on my wrist. I was thrown out of the crowd and into the lockers.

"Hello again, new girl." A familiar high-pitched voice taunted.

I gasped and looked into the familiar gleaming green eyes of Waverly.

The crowd became thin and the hallways looked empty as everyone had made it to the cafeteria. I was alone.

"A little birdie told me you were grabbing the attention of a certain boy. Two, in fact." She sneered.

She pulled my hair, forcing my head down. I cried out.

"You're so weak. Can't fight back?" Waverly giggled.

"Let go of—" I gasped again as she pulled harder.

"Do not talk to me, bitch." Waverly hissed.

My eyes widened. Her canines elongated into a fang-like shape. Crap, there goes doubt number one.

I kept my mouth shut and whimpered. I am absolutely terrified. She can kill me.

Waverly smiled evilly at my reaction. "Avoid Carson at all costs. Do not look at him. Do not speak to him. Do not even think about him." She pulled my hair up, forcing me to look at her enraged face. "Got it?"

Carson? Who is Carson?

Wait. The two boys who were giving me attention in class was the blonde and Hadlee-look-alike.

Which one was Carson?

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I cried out. My head pounding.

"Of course you do!" She screamed and let go of my hair.

Waverly raised her hand and I instantly shut my eyes. Oh god, she's going to hit me. And it's going to hurt.

I flinched away, waiting for the impact. But it never came.

Slowly, I peeked one eye open. Then I gasped, both my eyes widening.

The blonde jerk gripped Waverly's wrist as it was headed straight towards me.

Waverly looked confused, and then angry. She turned towards the blonde jerk and all her anger subsided.

"Oh, Carson. What are you doing here?" She batted her dark eyelashes, feigning her innocence.

The blonde jerk, Carson, looked at her with a cold stare. He glanced at me for a brief second.

"Leave, Waverly." His voice low and threatening.

I shuddered and felt the urge to run. Waverly looked confused before glaring at me. She pulled her wrist out of Carson's grip and fled down the hallway.

I sighed, clutching my right chest. I looked up at Carson. "Thank you."

Expecting no reply, I turned and walked the way the crowd had disappeared towards.

Gently, cold fingers grasped my wrist and spun me around. With a small yelp, I stared into the brown eyes of Carson.

He leaned down and whispered into my ear. "Don't involve me in your problems."

I shuddered and looked at him confused. Before I could ask anything, he disappeared. His grasp on my wrist gone, along with him.

Dazed, I spun around a few times to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me.

Why had he saved me? Don't get me wrong, I am thankful.

But I want to know why. That may be an answer I might never get.

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