Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf.
A/N: Takes place after Eighth Grade Bites
It's A Date
Vlad and Meredith stood in the hallway by his locker. She watched him as he pulled out his history book. He glanced up and caught her watching. He straightened up.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he put the lock back on his locker. She shrugged.
"Nothing wrong," she stated simply. "Just looking."
"Oh? See anything that catches your eye?" he asked as they made their way to her locker. Meredith shrugged.
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps, huh?"
"Yep," she said, unlocking her locker and opening it. "Or, perhaps not." She pulled out her math book. Vlad nodded slowly.
"So what's perhaps and what's perhaps not?" he asked, getting a shrug as a response. "Meredith, come on, tell me." She straightened up.
"Alright," perhaps I do see something I like, but perhaps not because a thing I may or may not like seems to have an awful lot of secrets," she said. "Make sense?" Vlad nodded slowly.
"Eh, sure," he said just as slowly.
"Perfect. See you after class,' she said and was gone, swallowed by the students of Bathory High.
Vlad turned and headed to class. As the teacher began to teach, he tuned out immediately. He thought of Meredith already liking him. Was he really keeping that many secrets?
The answer was obvious: yes. Perhaps people knew how his parents had died, but no one could really know what his father was. He couldn't exactly tell Meredith about him being a vampire. It could turn out badly, just like in the movies. They would come after him with pitchforks , stakes, and torches.
Vlad shivered from the though of being burned on a stake covered in garlic. Henry was giving him a look. Vlad shook his head and mouthed: I'm alright. Henry still looked doubtful, but nodded briskly. Vlad nodded too before trying to listen to his history teacher talk about the Aztec's.
Vlad walked out of history class without Henry because the teacher had "wanted a word alone" with him. He trudged to his locker, watching as Meredith laughed at something Bill and Tom had said. He sighed and opened his locker to get his things for his next class. Meredith appeared behind him.
"Heya, stranger," she said, leaning against the locker next to his.
"Hey," he replied, grabbing his things.
"How was history?"
"Good."
"That's good. Math was sooo hard and long. I mean, why do I really need to know Algebra?" she asked with a groan. "I could help you," Vlad said without thinking and then regretted it. He was terrible at math too. Meredith perked up.
"Perfect. I'll meet you at the diner at seven," she said.
"It's a date," he said.
"It's a date," she repeated before walking away.
"A date," Vlad said after she was gone. "A study date with Meredith."