Heather Lenington was 16 years old when she first met Jacob Brown.

He was handsome, charming, with eyes bluer than the sky and hair more golden than the sun.

He was a succesful manager. ...aand a big jerk.

Sorry, if you expected this to be a love story that will melt your hearts and make you go all awww, sorry, not gonna happen. Because surprise, I'm Heather. But I prefer Len. No offense to Heathers to in the reading audience, I'm happy if you're happy, but Len's just ... simpler. And sounds less like I'm your nerd coworker who likes to wear turtlenecks. People say girls like man had troubling pasts, unhappy childhoods, weren't given enough attention by their parents. Not me, nah. I was just born a biatch.

Back to the Jacob topic. So, we met one day, while 180 pound me was devouring a bag of cheetos on a bus stop, and a guy sat next to me. Which was unusual, because guys usually don't like being close to 180 pound gals devouring cheetos, but hey, you know what Beshte's dad says, live long enough, and you'll see everything.

So Jacob and I talked. He told me his parents were from Germany, and that he is currently working with some guy named Klaus Von Hertzon. He was there on a business trip. He knew how to make you open up to him. And he had a fattie fetish. Fine, I made up that last thing, but I couldn't think of any other reason why he'd talk to like someone like me and acted like he was actually interested in what I had to say. I was dressed like I just came from a gym. Well, at least my clothes. And then the unexpected thing happened. A guy. Who didn't look like a McDonalds' fan or a serial killer, asked me, Heather „Len" Lenington on a date. A date. Like date date. On dinner and movies. Movies, plural. I stared at him like he just grew a second head until he waved in front of my head. Then I said yes... And nodded. I smiled. I smiled to a stranger on a bus station.

Later that evening, I was going through my closet desperately looking for something. Mini skirts weren't an option, but neither were yoga pants, and it was very hard to find the middle ground. Eventually, I found a pair of skinny jeans for not so skinny people and managed to get inside with the help of God and his angels and strenght of will. Over that, I put on a long-sleeved baggy shirt that went over my booty and made my look a little skinnier. Then I put on makeup. I put on blue eyeshadow, eyeliner and mascara. I didn't like lip makeup, but I still managed to put some brigt pink lipstick on the second try without looking like a clown. I added my fancy shoes who don't feel like I'm working on fire. I took a look in the mirror. I looked nice. Not Selena Gomez nice or Taylor Swift nice, but Heather nice. And that was saying something.

I got there two hours earlier. I was starving, which wasn't a good idea. I told myself to act like a lady, other a diet Coke and a single dish, but I knew I won't be able to help myself and I'll ended up getting a chocolate pancake tower and take some food to go. He told me to pick a movie. I ended up picking some comedy. I was too much of a chicken for a horror, a romane one would be too cheesy and he'd probably feel asleep. And guys never fall asleep on a date with me. Probably because I wasn't ever on one, but hey, there's a first time for everything. An action movie would be nice, but I wasn't able to pick anything interesting. I found the plot of the comedy film online, and tried not to spoil anything for myself (surprisingly succesful) and after I made sure there wasn't much romance involved, I reserved our tickets. I was waiting for Jacob. I waited. And waited. He didn't come. Well, he did, 78 minutes and 40 seconds late. I gave him a dissapointed look. And you don't wanna see that. I'm sad? Put me into a blanket, give me a bag of chips and I'll be okay. Angry? Make it two bags. Somebody made me upset? I'll cool off. But no, you don't want to dissapoint me. Trust me, you don't.
"Hey. I'm sorry..."
"Your friends made you do this, didn't they...?
"Excuse me..."
"They dared you to ask the first ugly girl you met out and then humiliate her. Now's the part where you laugh at me and ask me did I really believe it? I did. I actually believed someone like you could be interested in someone like me. I actually bought it. After all the crap that I've been through, I allowed myself to have hope that things will get better. Well, joke's on me, I guess?"
"Heather. Listen. I can't explain to you why I was late. It's really complicated..."
"It always is."
"I'm a vampire."