Oh no. I thought as the British girl came towards me.

I forgot she even came to this school, why now?

I looked towards Koleen who looked just as confused as me.

Me being confused because, what did this bitch want?

There's no doing it again.

I'm not single anymore.

"Bryson, I'm so happy I found you!" She says touching my arm. "The other night was the best night of my life, and I want you again, I need your-"

"Stop." I interrupt feeling embarrassed, I looked over to Thunderthighs who looked uncomfortable and upset.

I mean why wouldn't she?

I told her she was the only for me, and here this chick was telling me how great I was.

"But love, I want you to suck me again like the good vampire that you were." She whispers grabbing my hand now.

She was crazy.

Well all girls were afterwards, but I was clearly not flirting back so why did she keep on talking?

I turned to grab Thunderthighs' hand to leave, but she was already gone.

Fuck.

Why do I keep messing up?

I ran after her calling her name, trying to find her but I didn't see her.

I even went into her first period, but she wasn't there.

Bathroom.

She was most likely in the bathroom.

I couldn't go into the girl's bathroom though, and even if I did there are tons of bathrooms around this school, so who knows which one she went into.

I am the most stupidest idiot on the planet.

I should've left right then and there when I saw that British bitch coming.

"Anderson, why aren't you in class?" I hear the deep voice of my coach, and I slowly turned to face him.

"Uh..I just came out of the counselors Coach."

"Where's your pass?"

"Didn't get one, she just told me to go."

He looked at me suspiciously, eyeing me whether to believe me or not.

I stood there intimidated, I didn't want to get punished later.

"You better be telling the truth son, we can't set a bad example for the underclass men." He says patting my back.

"Yes sir."

Yeah right.

The underclassmen are way worse than us.

"Get to class." He points ahead.

I reluctantly walked towards my first, worried about Thunderthighs.

If it weren't for my coach I'd search every bathroom, but unfortunately being an athlete means to listen and set a good example.

Before going in, I sent her a text.

Which she'd probably just ignore, but it's better than nothing.

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My heart picked up it's pace seeing her sitting in her usual seat for English.

I thought for sure she'd skip.

Her cheecks were stained pink, and her nose was still runny, but she was still smiling to what her friend was saying.

As I approached the table she stiffened and didn't look my way.

I could tell my presence bothered her, but I had to fix things between us.

Sitting in my usual seat from before, I tried holding her hand. "Thunderthighs, let me explain."

She snatched her hand away. "I don't want to talk." She says not looking my way.

This is not how I wanted our first appearance to be like.

Why do I always have to fuck things over.

"Leen.." I start to say, only to be shut down by the teacher.

"Mr.Anders, sit over here."

Everyone stared as I sat in the front, but even then I'd still turn around to see her face.

Once class was finally over I walked over to her before she got away.

"You're not even gonna let me explain?" I say a little too harshly.

"We'll talk later. Not right now." She mutters in a quiet, calm voice, not even meeting my eyes. Or my face in general.

"When? Leen, I want to talk now." I persist.

"Later." She only replies walking away.

She's not gonna break up with me is she ?

We haven't even dated for a month.

Why was I stupid.

Maybe talking later really is a good thing, because right now I just wanted to grab her, and kiss her hard. But doing that doesn't sound like progress or communication.

Despite my anxiousness throughout the day wondering what she'd say, when school was over I ran to go find her.

I'd hope she'd be walking outside from her eighth, and not stayed after school.

I needed to talk to her.

"Bryson." I hear the British girl call my name as I passed by her.

"Listen Becky.."

"It's Becka."

"Right. Well whatever happened the other night is not gonna repeat itself. It was a stupid mistake of mine, so don't ever come back to me begging for more. Besides, I don't do seconds." I tell her as calm as I could.

I couldn't blame her for my problem, because it was my mistake after all.

"A mistake?"

"Yes. Now goodbye, toota-fucking-loo."

After running to her class, and back towards the parking lot, I felt hopeless.

She most likely left with one of her friends.

As I got closer towards my car, I saw a small figure leaning against it on her phone.

"Thunderthighs." I whisper, once I was close. "I thought you left?"

She rolled her beautiful hazel eyes and replied, "I said we'd talk later."

"Do you want to talk out here? or inside...?" I pointed to my car.

"Inside." She replies heading towards the passenger side.

I opened the door for her then sat myself down.

"Leen, she was nothing."

"Sure didn't sound like nothing." She replies with attitude.

"It was before I went up to you at the party, but before I was still pissed, and hurt."

"Understandable."

"I thought I could make myself forget about you by going back to my old habits, but seeing you dressed the same as me, in that sexy little vampire costume made me realize I couldn't let you go. Which is why I made the move towards you."

She didn't say anything. Just sat there, probably thinking through whether to let this go or let me go.

Gosh.

I always had to screw things over, though I didn't think of it as a big deal because it was before Us, she probably did.

I didn't know how else to fix this situation besides proving to her that she's the one and only for me.

I'm drawn towards her no matter what, I don't want to let her go.

Especially if it's because of someone as meaningless as the London girl.

She sighed, still looking conflicted. "Bryson, I need to think about this."

"Leen-"

"I'm not saying I want to break up with you,"She interrupts. "I just need a little space. For now.I'll see you tomorrow." She then kisses me on the cheek, but before I can process that I blurt out, "Wait where are you going?"

"I'm staying after school. My mom will pick me up. Don't worry about it."

Watching her walk off made me feel like I sort of lost her, even though I didn't... technically?

She said we weren't broken up.

So why did I feel empty?

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