I saw a tumblr post and got carried away...I'm so sorry.
Lance Sanchez knew he was an odd kid.
It wasn't his face (nah, he was pretty attractive if he did say so himself). It wasn't the way he dressed. It was the little things about him. How he had ADHD and dyslexia. It was how he seemed to remember things that other people didn't, or how he had memories that no one else did. It was especially how he could get people to do what he wanted, when he wanted, even if it was ridiculous. In the third grade, for example, Lance had told a bully that he should just sock himself in the jaw before Lance did. And for some reason, the kid did.
Lance wasn't the most popular kid in school. The other kids thought he was kinda weird, and were slightly unsettled by him. Lance painted his nails weird colors, he would flirt with girls and guys, and even though he was usually a laid back guy, his competitive streak was a mile wide. Lance didn't really mind. Can't change everyone's mind about you, right?
Lance Sanchez was indeed an odd kid.
Lance Sanchez was also running late.
"Fuck fuck fuck, fucking shit, c'mon!" He muttered, shoving through the crowd of teenagers. There were some evil eyes, but he was otherwise ignored.
His first class was always hell. It was with the infamous Mrs. Smith, a middle aged lady with graying hair and an awful attitude. Lance was always late to her class. Always. And if he was again, he was pretty sure she'd like, eat him alive or something. But when he arrived, Mrs. Smith wasn't there. It was a substitute.
In Lance's defense, he wasn't going to hit on her. She was a teacher, and that's weird, no matter how gorgeous she was. The substitute was really, really, really gorgeous. She had long, black hair, blue eyes, and cherry red lips. Lance's jaw might've dropped for a second. Quickly making his way to his seat, Lance pulled his notes out and was determined to keep his eyes there for the lesson. He was a flirter, not a pervert.
The name Miss Empera was written in swirly handwriting on the front of the board, and her eyes seemed to gleam when Lance entered the classroom. Running a hand through his brown hair, the sixteen year old sighed. This was going to be a long period.
Miss Empera seemed to keep her eyes on Lance for most of the lesson. Lance didn't notice, however, because he was pointedly keeping his eyes on the board as she talked. Most of the boys in his class were blatantly ogling her, but Lance liked to think he was above that. Hopefully.
When the bell rang, Lance made a beeline for the door. Before he could leave, a hand landed on his shoulder, and he jumped.
"Mister Sanchez, I was wondering if I could have a word?"
Sighing in resignation, Lance stayed behind. He didn't notice the kid (wasn't his name Sam?) with the crutches look at him worriedly, or how he stayed at the door. He also didn't notice the victorious smirk Miss Empera was sporting.
"What's up?" Lance asked nonchalantly.
Miss Empera smiled sweetly, guiding Lance to his seat.
"I was just wondering...how old are you, Lance?"
Lance's eyebrows furrowed. This was getting weird. He was like, ninety percent sure this was how pornos start.
"Sixteen…?" He said it like a question, his blue eyes shining in confusion. Miss Empera's smile turned vicious.
"Good."
Then, she was leaning in close, and Lance nearly fell out of his seat trying to get away from her.
"Whoa whoa whoa! Listen lady, I know I'm exceedingly handsome, but that is extremely illegal. I'd rather not do this." He knew his face was burning, and the teacher looked extremely confused.
"Why isn't it working? My charmspeak always works!" She muttered, glaring at a very confused Lance, "oh well. I suppose it doesn't matter, I'm going to kill you anyway."
"You're going to what?" Lance shrieked (a very manly shriek, don't be confused), and then she began to change. He hair turned into fire. She grew fangs. Her skin turned white, and her legs...what the hell?
Lance jumped out of his seat as she lunged at him, and the door crashed open. An arrow embedded itself into the monster's chest, and with a wail, she turned into dust. Lance turned to the door to see that Sam kid, crutches gone, holding a bow.
"Listen Lance, I don't have much time to explain. If you feel like living, you'll come with me."
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