Watching these vampires is like hiding behind a light post during hide and seek. They are so absorbed in acting human they barely notice what is going on around them. The girls shop, the men wrestle and play board games, the doctor and older woman act like dedicated foster parents. But my target, the smallest one, has not yet been resolved to the routine of tedious repetition. She pranks, she jokes, she breaks rules, all the while being no bigger than a normal sized ten-year old. With her werewolf boyfriend by her side she seems perfectly carefree, like nothing can dampen her mood. But when she is alone, it all crumbles, like she is nothing. I would play on that, making her weaknesses grow until they swallow her. Then she is mine.

The morning I've been dreading has finally come, I'm going to a new school today, not that the thought of school appeals to me at all. I'll probably be a freak there too, like I was at my old school. But Jacob is determined not to let that happen. The only reason Carlisle had transferred me to La Push High was so I could be with him and the rest of the pack. Edward, Alice, and Bella had all graduated last year so I would've been alone at Forks High.

"Rosie! Get your ass down here, you have to eat before Embry and Jacob picks you up!" Carlisle calls from downstairs. I don't even get the chance to move before a strong wind blows my door open and Alice is in front of me, yanking me to my feet.

"I have to fix you up too. I want my little sister to look good on her first day of school." I suddenly feel a lot like I'm in preschool, being led through what I'm supposed to do with unwanted help. "Come on, we don't have much time. Jacob's gonna walk through the door in less than twenty minutes."She grabs me by my arms and guides me into the hall, directly into the bedroom she shares with Jasper. I ignore the rows of mismatched clothing-probably Alice's plans for my wardrobe-and continue into the bathroom. It's bigger than my room and Emmett's put together with all the modern fixtures, including a shower big enough to fit an elephant in. Most of the rest of the room is decorated like a high-tech salon. Makeup is piled in alphabetical order, most of which I can't even pronounce the name of nor understand where exactly it is supposed to go.

"All you need is some around your eyes. It makes them more distinct." She says as she pushes me down in a chair and reaches into a bag of multi-colored tubes. I hold completely still as she smears the near-white liquid over my eyelids. I'd learned not to ask what it was. Whenever I do, she talks nonstop for an hour about the difference between black mascara and dark blue. Or how green eyeliner shouldn't be worn by a girl with red eyes.

"Great because distinct eyes make everyone's life better." Alice laughs her tinkling laugh and goes to work with what looks like a pencil.

"Which outfit did you choose?" Bella asks, appearing in the doorway.

"Number thirty-two. Perfect. Now come on."A light breeze washes over me, leaving me standing in front of the rows of clothes.

"Put this on." I do as I'm told, pulling on several articles of clothing; including a hoody, a pair of dark skinny jeans and some Etnies. As I examine myself in the mirror I shrug.

"Its very nice, can I go now?" I ask. She rolls her eyes and nods, turning to flash across the room, scooping all her clothes into her arms and carrying them back to her closet. I turn on my heels and leave, walking down the hall and descending the stairs. I smile and throw myself over the stair rail, landing on my feet and continuing into the kitchen. Carlisle is already waiting for me, holding out a bag of hospital blood. I take it from him and sit down, sinking my teeth into the thin plastic and relishing the red liquid inside. I gulp it down, feeling my body reinvigorating with every swallow. When the bag is empty I blow out a long breath, the burning in the back of my throat is gone, but I want more. Carlisle takes the bag from me and writes something down on his note pad, I didn't bother to read it, though at first glance I see my name inserted between the scrawls.

"I'm here!" The front door opens and in comes Jacob, glancing toward the stairs first before his eyes dart to me. He envelopes me in a hug as I approach; holding me close to him. "You're not going to try to weasel out of this are you?" I sigh and shake my head.

"I'll probably try but you'll catch me and drag me back like always." He chuckles and pulls away, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Well, let's get this over with. I'm leaving!" I call. "Don't go into my room Emmett!" There is no reply, leaving me to follow Jacob out of the house. His Rabbit stands idle in front of us, he opens my door for me, jogging around to slip into the driver's seat. I stare at the open door, for a moment tempted to turn around and hide in my room until schools over. Jacob leans over the seat, looking up at me.

"Coming or not?" I cross my arms over my chest, still trying to decide. "Come on, you know your going to school whether you like it or not. And I will carry you in over my shoulder if necessary." I raise one eyebrow, making no move to comply. He smirks, reaching for his door handle. He stands up and comes to me, grabbing for my waist. I push his hands away, raising my own in compliance.

"Ok ok, I'm going." I mumble, slumping down in the passenger seat. He watches me for a moment and chuckles, going back to his seat.

"Glad we got that straightened out. Are you ready to get an education?" I shake my head, propping my feet up on the dash board. He pulls away from my house, speeding down our long drive and pulling out onto the road that leads to Forks and on to La Push. "Are you mad at me?" I say nothing, staring out the window. He sighs, reaching across the space to take my hand. His skin is burning hot against mine, a constant reminder of what I've become. "Don't be like that; you know I'm doing this for your own good." I snort, shooting him a look. He shrugs and turns on the radio, chuckling as it's some song by Katy Perry. He always says it makes him think of me because she's singing about someone having somewhat vampiric qualities. E.T. I think it's called. I smirk, listening to him hum to himself.

The song ends as we pull into the parking lot. My eyes fall on Embry's beat up truck, its chipping paint flecked with dirt. The pack occupies the bed, talking amongst themselves as they wait for us. Jacob pulls his rabbit into the space next to them and cuts the engine, looking to me.

"Please be nice?" he pleads.

"Hey, I can either go to school, or I can be nice, but I can't do both." He rolls his eyes and gets out, greeting the guys as he goes to open my door for me. I don't move, glaring at a point on the ground until he reaches to grab me. I relent then, standing up and swatting his hands away again.

"Is there a point to doing that?" he asks, closing the door and following me.

"Frustrate you until you don't make me go no more." I reply shrugging.

"Not going to happen, I've been practicing my resolve all summer. Even your best threats won't work this year." He says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and placing a kiss on my temple.

"We'll see." I reply, stopping to wait for the guys to stand up and get their stuff.

"And how is Rosie doing today?" Paul asks, tickling my chin as he passes to grab his books. I swat his hand away, shivering slightly, and avert my eyes to the cement.

"Let's just say she doesn't want to be here." Jacob replies, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Poor Rosie, being a vampire didn't have all the benefits did it?" Quil taunts as he pecks my cheek. I roll my eyes, looking toward the school. There's a small crowd at the base of the stairs, watching us.

"Looks like you've got a fan club." I comment, looking to Jacob. He shrugs.

"Its natural, gorgeous people tend to have worshippers."

"Don't get cocky on me, that pretty face of yours can be gone in a heartbeat." I pat his cheek, pulling away from him to walk with Paul and Jared toward the school. He smiles and follows me, nudging Quil and Embry with his shoulders.

"I'm sure you'll have a good day." Jared mumbles encouragingly, patting my shoulder as we jog up the stairs. The crowd parts for us, girls glaring daggers at me as I pass.

"Hanging with the hottest guys in school could be fun." I muse as I push open the door, holding it for everyone else.

"Of course its fun, it would be fun hanging out with us even if we weren't hot, right?" Jared jabs me in the stomach, raising one eyebrow.

"Without a doubt." I assure him. He nods in satisfaction, going to meet Kim and get our schedules. She waves to me before they go, and I respond by waving back.

"You're alive so far." Jacob whispers in my ear.

"So far." I repeat. He takes my hands, swinging them at our sides as he kisses me. I smile into his mouth, closing my eyes.

"Oh how will you ever survive here?" He moans, reaching up to twirl a lock of my hair between his fingers.

"I can think of a couple ways."

"So can I." He replies, kissing me again.

"Hey, break it up lovebirds they have standards here." Embry wrenches us apart, stepping in between us.

"Why don't you find a girl this year Embry?" I mumble resting my elbow on his shoulder. He scans the Junior hall in front of us, eyeing one girl reading a book a little ways away. "Imprint?"

"No, but she's hot and she's smart, just my type." He says, waving to the girl as she looks up.

"Do you have a type?" He shakes his head simply and walks over to her, automatically turning on his form of charm. I watch him, crossing my arms over my chest. She blushes at something he says and closes her book, talking with large hand motions.

"Check it out." Jared tosses my schedule to me in a crumbled up ball, looking at his own as he passes out the others. I stick my tongue out at him as I look down at the ball, not sure if I want to open it. Jacob makes the decision for me, un-crumpling the piece of paper and comparing it with his own. His face drops, his shoulders slumping.

"Only two classes together." He says.

"She's got three with me." Paul exclaims, looking over his shoulder. Jacob closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"Great, because she's so much safer with you." He replies through gritted teeth. Paul grins and wraps his arms around my waist, swaying me from side to side.

"She's got two with me." Quil comments, hitting Paul over the head. He chuckles and releases me, running to get Quil back as he tries to make a break for it. Several girls push past me, hissing their disapprovals as they pass. My first instinct is to come back with a witty retort, but I only avert my eyes to the floor and take it, waiting for them to go away.

"Hey girl, wanna be with a real man?" A boy passes me on the way to his friends, reaching to grab my behind as he does so. I catch his hand and twist it around.

"No groping south of the equator." I hiss, raising one eyebrow. I twist his arm again, bringing him to his knees. "Or north creep," I knee him in the face, throwing him backwards.

"Rosie!" Jacob pulls me back, leading me away and to our new lockers. "Can you go ten minutes without hurting someone?"

"I can, but its excruciatingly painful." I reply, shrugging as I look to the lock. In my mind I can see the mechanism behind the door, at my silent command it turns and the door swings open. He rolls his eyes, fighting to perfect his own locker combo, and yanks the door open with some effort. He glances behind him at the guys in letterman jackets helping the dude up. His nose is obviously broken, and his blood smells absolutely enticing. I wet my lips, gripping the locker door a little harder.

"Down girl." Paul says, flicking my nose as he punches the locker next to mine. I smirk, watching the dude disappear. A strong scent hits me like a brick wall, knocking my thought processes completely off track. He's just entered, raising one eyebrow at the dispersing crowd, and scanning the junior hall. His blue eyes rest on me almost immediately; taking in my attire in silent approval. I would have noticed his initial gothness, but I was transfixed by his blood. I can hear it above all the others, pulsing through his veins. He smirks, looking down, and walks past me, glancing back at me once before reaching his locker.

"Someone catch your fancy?" Jared taunts, following my gaze. I open my mouth to speak, but close it again as I put my hand over my mouth.

"He smells really good." I whisper, resting my forehead against the cool metal of the locker.

"Thanks a lot, we've only been in school for five minutes and you're already eyeing a new guy." Jacob scoffs shooting the boy a glare as he looks over again.

"No I mean he smells good." His eyes are blank for a moment more, then he takes hold of my shoulder and leads me in the opposite direction of the boy. I can't help trying to turn around, I don't want to go away from him, I want him. Jacob only grabs my other shoulder and forces me to keep walking, glancing behind him as he pushes me into an unused class room. I try to slip under his arm as he releases me, fighting my way back to the door. He pins me against the wall, cupping my face in his hands as I try to struggle.

"Listen to me Rosie." He growls, moving his hands to immobilize my arms. I whimper, glaring longingly toward the door. "You don't want to hurt that guy. You don't."

"I do."

"You don't." He repeats. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to take in his scent. It is so strong it distracts from the boys blood, but only just.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, shaking my head. He sighs, laughing a little.

"Don't worry about it; I'm just glad I don't have any competition." I smile shaking my head.

"Jacob, what guy could ever compete with you?" I reply, raising one eyebrow. He laughs again, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Do you really believe that or do I have to convince you?"

"Hmm…I'm not sure, I think you better convince me." He looks at me for a moment before leaning in to capture my lips with his, letting his hands drop to my hips. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he grunts.

"Break it up you two, this is a class room." Jacob tenses, looking back at whichever teacher had come in on us. The face I see has no name attached to it, but Jacob straightens up and nods respectfully, taking my hand.

"Sorry Mr. Morelli. We'll just go." He pulls me out the door without another word, glancing behind him as he leads me down the hall. "I swear one day that man is going to get tired of catching me in a room with a girl." I raise one eyebrow.

"And when were you in a room with another girl?" The blood rushes to his face, almost making me queasy, and drains again as he looks away.

"Never, psh when did you hear that?" he asks, shifting oddly as he walks. I smirk and roll my eyes.

"I'll kill em all." I mumble simply, pulling away from him and crossing my arms over my chest. He rolls his eyes.

"Come on, it was in between dating periods." I give him a look, nodding to Jared as he waves us over. "You dated Paul."

"I told you never to mention that. And we never made out in abandoned class rooms." I reply. Paul snorts.

"Ya we did, we just didn't get caught." He sticks his tongue out at Jacob and slips in between us, launching into a casual conversation about Lacrosse sign ups. I pretend to be interested, watching his lips move as I search the crowd of teenagers for the boy. To my dismay he's disappeared, probably into his designated homeroom. Curse society and their schedules. I hiss to myself, forgetting for a moment that Jacob can hear me. He gives me a serious look as he pushes Paul away and takes my hand. I say nothing, glaring at the floor as we turn and enter another class room. Jacob freezes, almost yanking me off my feet as he pulls me to a stop. I start to object, but I go rigid as the smell hits me again. I stop breathing before it can take over, squeezing his hand as I lean closer to him. He sighs and sits in the second desk on the far-side of the room. I sit in front of him, ignoring the speaking teacher, and glance at the boy on the other side of the room. His posture mimics mine, an 'I really don't want to be here' slump in his desk. At the moment he's trying to pull off having his jacket hood up in class, but it's not going to work as the teacher focuses on him. She practically yells 'hood off young man!' then goes back to her beginning of the year announcements. He rolls his eyes and flicks her off as she looks away, making no move to take his hood off. I blink and it falls from his head. He snaps around to search for the person who pulled his hood off, but there is no one behind him. He turns around again, his expression portraying his confusion, and glances at me. I smirk and look away, pretending to be listening to the speech as it draws to a close.

'This is a waste of time.' I think, rolling my eyes.

"Completely useless." The boy whispers, almost inaudibly, and blows out a long breath as he pulls his hood back up. I look back at him, seeing he's watching me openly.

'I'm going to kill him if he doesn't look away.' Jacob growls in my mind. I roll my eyes.

'Don't be so hostile, that's my job.' I reply. The boy chuckles and stands up, leaving the room seconds before the bell rings. "Can I go home now?"

"You haven't even gone to class yet."

"So why should I start now? Come on I'm getting really close to begging." He chuckles, pulling me to my feet.

"Not going to work." He wraps one arm around my waist, leading me from the room. "We have this class together. Mr. Garrett."

"Do you make out with girls in his classroom too?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"No, he just started last year. I don't trust him enough not to bust me for PDA." I roll my eyes.

"You're in trouble when we get home." He pouts and hangs his head, jutting out his bottom lip.

"It's not my fault all the girls in this school want me."

"Hi Jake." We look up at a group of girls. One in the middle, a blonde with a snarky upturned nose, waves and bats her eyelashes. He smiles and nods greeting.

"That didn't help your situation." I say, ignoring her and her friends.

"Oh come on, I never even made out with that girl." He exclaims, turning right to follow a stream of kids into Mr. Garrett's room.

"I suggest you stop talking." I move down the rows of black desks, choosing the seat closest to the window. Jacob takes the one next to me, his expression suddenly serious. I follow his gaze and look away just as fast. The boy sits down at the table in front of ours, strewing his books across the table and looking out the window. "Can I go home for the safety of our secret?" He shakes his head, turning his eyes on me.

"Don't breathe. You'll be okay." He whispers.

"This isn't fair." I moan, putting my head down on the table. I just barely see the boy smirk from my peripherals. He looks back at me for a split second, his eyes locking onto mine. I take a deep breath, gripping the side of the table as the scent fights with the monster barely subdued inside me.

For a moment I allow myself to imagine, I picture getting up and sinking my teeth into his neck, draining him of every drop of blood in his body. It would be so easy, taking his life for a moment of my own pleasure. He would feel nothing, only the temporary confusion and a flash of fear as I snap his neck. The consequences, no matter how great, seem worth it as his hair falls to one side, leaving the near-porcelain skin of his throat.

'Rosie!" Jacob almost knocks me out of my chair, pulling me away from the boy. I blink once and tear my eyes away from his, focusing on a point on the floor. His eyes are wide, as if he knows exactly what I was thinking as he returns to glaring out the window.

"I'm fine." I yank my arm from Jacob's grip, sitting back down on my stool.

"You were going to-"

"No I wasn't." I hiss, shooting him a glare. 'Why would I waste perfectly good Emo hair by killing him?' He rolls his eyes, jumping as a man enters with unnecessary loudness. The boy doesn't tear his eyes away from the window until absolutely necessary, glancing at me again before turning forward. I don't dare meet his eyes. I stare at the table, making patterns and faces out of pencil and eraser streaks. 'I'm sorry.' I close my eyes for a moment, blowing out a breath before I stop all together. I won't kill him. I want to, so much. But I'll do whatever I can to make sure I keep control.

"Ms. Chase?" I look up, seeing the teacher-Mr. Garrett- and most of the class staring at me.

"What?" I ask. I openly hadn't been paying attention. My eyes had been focused on the contours of the far wall, my hands clenched into fists on the table.

"Were you paying attention?" He asks, raising one eyebrow.

"No." He sighs, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Vladimir? The answer?"

"Vlad. And the answer is Phylum Chordate." The boy speaks up without looking at me.

"Correct. Pay attention Ms. Cullen, daydreaming won't get you anywhere." Mr. Garrett replies, turning to sketch a diagram on the board.

'That's sad, even I was paying attention.' I grit my teeth together, looking out the window. 'C'mon, it was one question.' I don't reply, looking at the expo marker in Mr. Garrett's hand. At my silent command it spasms, drawing over the words he'd just written. 'Rosie.' Jacob touches my arm in warning, forcing my attention. 'Don't cause problems.' I consider ignoring him, seeing the opportunity to get myself out of school. I could cause some chaos and they won't make me go anymore as a safety precaution. I sigh and get out of my chair as I hear the monotone of the bell ringing. I put my hood up and leave the room before anyone else, Jacob trying to keep up with me.

"Rosie." I stop just short of my second period class, waiting for him to catch up. "Are you going to be okay?" He asks.

"If I say no can I go home?" He shakes his head, pulling me into a tight embrace. "Jared and Paul are going to be with you. Tell them if you start to lose control." He kisses my forehead, the touch so gentle I barely feel it. "I love you." He cups my face in his hands, placing another kiss on my mouth.

"I love you too."I whisper, watching as he nods and leaves me, going back down the hall to his English class. I sigh and turn into the room, seeing Paul and Jared already waiting for me in the back of the room. I sit in front of Paul, nodding greeting to both of them.

"How was your first senior class Rosie?" Jared inquires.

"Well, I zoned out most of the class and conspired to kill a teenage boy who did absolutely nothing wrong."

"Wow, I pronounce this man guilty of smelling good. Penalty: Death by vampire." Paul mumbles.

"Poor guy, he had such fine hair too." Jared replies, wiping his eyes as he juts out his bottom lip. I smile, watching Vlad take his seat at the back of the room, two chairs from Jared. Paul stares at him until he looks up, and then shakes his head sadly.

"He was so young." He whispers. "Excuse me." He hides his face, pretending to blow his nose in a piece of paper.

"Knock it off." I hit him lightly over the head, slumping back in my seat.

"So are you going to talk to him or are you going to admire his neck from a distance?" Jared asks.

"Why would I talk to him?"

"Because you'd love to take a bite out of him." Paul answers simply.

"I wouldn't take a bite, just two small holes that could have easily come from bullets." I say, flashing a menacing grin in his direction. He swallows loudly, as does Vlad, glancing at me.

"Look, you intimidate him." Jared whispers.

"Good thing too. They run faster if they're intimidated. And that just makes them more fun to catch." I speak loud enough for Vlad to hear me, watching his pale skin grow two shades paler. Jared chuckles.

"She's comin' for you." Paul hisses and turns away before Vlad could look at him. I can't help laughing, bowing my head.

"Hola Class, my name is Senora Rodriguez and you will address me as such." The woman who enters the room smiles in the class's direction.

"Hola senora Rodriguez." The class moans, watching her write her name on the chalkboard. She turns around again, her smile gone as she glares directly at me. I'd been silent during the introduction.

"You. Come." I stand, going to lean against her desk. "Tell me one word, about this girl in Spanish. The first thing you think when you look at her." Hands shoot into the air, eager to tell the class what they really think of me.

"gótico." Jared says as Senora Rodriguez picks him. "Goth." He repeats. I roll my eyes.

"Corto." One boy answers. "Short."

"Sencillo." Blondie from this morning's friend speaks. "Plain." The word's go on and on, some good, some bad. Most specific words regarding my looks are left out to avoid embarrassment or trouble. I'm perfectly fine with this. I just stand and listen, waiting for Senora Rodriguez to dismiss me to my seat.

"Enojado." I mumble. "Annoyed." Senora Rodriguez smiles, patting my shoulder. I cross my arms over my chest, aware of one last hand in the air.

"Vladimir?"

"Moi Bonito" Vlad pauses before saying the name in English, "Very Pretty." I would be blushing if I could. I look toward the door, fighting the smirk I know is coming. Paul laughs, slapping his hand over his mouth. The rest of the class is silent, staring at him or me. I return to my seat without permission, staring at the desk Senora Rodriguez clears her throat and goes on, explaining the proper pronunciation of Spanish adjectives.

"I'm telling Jacob." Paul whispers in my ear from behind.

"Don't bother, that kid will be facing hell for calling the new girl pretty anyway." I breathe, shaking my head.

"Rosalinda. Hood off." Senora Rodriguez calls over her shoulder as she turns to pick up papers off her desk. "Vladimir, you too." Paul pulls my hood off before I can move 'tsk'ing quietly. I sit still for a moment more, searching my inner files for an entertaining prank.

I focus my eyes on the stack of papers in her hand, counting how many slips from top to bottom. There was an even number, enough to fly in both directions. I drum my fingers on the desk, watching the stack divide in half and then explode out toward the students. The first two rows were surprised, instantly being covered in paper cuts. The rest have half the good sense to duck before the paper hits them. I don't move, the flying papers avoid me, as if I were in a bubble.

"Rosie." Jared grunts warning, swatting away a random paper airplane. I look to the left, seeing Vlad staring at me. "Rosie." I shrug, watching the papers flutter in a circle around her. The rotation grows more and more furious, drawing up a wind similar to a tornado. Papers squash together and hurl themselves out at random students. "Make it drop Now!" I blink, watching the tornado whip into the far wall and disappear. Senora Rodriquez, her body shaking violently with fright, yells at the top of her lungs. She speaks so quickly her words can't be understood by anyone listening. I catch several words like 'fantasma' (phantom) and 'lanzar' (attack) mumbled over and over again as she paces back and forth. Paul pinches my arm, pulling me to my feet.

"Make the bell ring." He growls in my ear. The bell rings before the words register, I'm happy to oblige. He pulls me from the room, his features set in a serious expression. I know that expression, and I know I'm in trouble. "What the hell was that Rosie?" He practically throws me into the lockers, pinning me there as he demands an answer.

"ataque de los documentos de Ghost." (attack of the Ghost papers.) I reply simply. "Get your hands off of me." I free my arms from his grip, pulling my hood back up.

"What happened?" I see Jacob before I hear him, coming to stand right next to me.

"Rosie pulled a stunt with a whole bunch of papers."

"Scared a Mexican lady out of her mind." Just then Senora Rodriguez comes hurrying down the hallway, being led by Mr. Morelli.

"Devil Child, I saw her! She did it! Devil child!" She shrieks, pointing directly at me as Mr. Morelli tries to silence her. Two other teachers join him and team up to carry her from the hallway. I suppress a laugh, looking at the ground as I wait for them to pass. Jacob runs his hand through his hair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Rosie-"

"I didn't do anything to her. She has no proof."

"It was kinda obvious when the papers hit everyone except you, don't you think?" Paul scoffs.

"Hey chill out man, I was just having a little fun." I retort, meeting his glare.

"Your fun could have exposed you. That kid knows something now; he noticed what you were doing." Jared states calmly, resting his hand on Paul's shoulder.

"What kid? Vlad? No way."

"He noticed something. I saw the way he looked at you." I shake my head, running my hand through my hair.

"This is BS. It was one prank and a superstitious hyperactive lady."

"Senora Rodriguez is really jumpy anyway, as long as none of the sane students know it was her then we'll be fine." Embry speaks up.

"What do we do about Vlad then?" Quil asks. We all turn our heads at the same time to look at Vlad by his locker. He's busy, reading something in a book, but I see his eyes dart in our direction.

"I could eat him." I suggest, tilting my head to one side. They all look back to me, giving me almost identical looks. "Just a suggestion."