As a Night World Academy student and witch, Addie Rosewood has always dreamed about her soulmate. Her world crashes when unfortunate events lead her to realize her soulmate is the school's super-jock and ultimate jerk, Blake Tarragon.

I have no rights and/or ownership over the night world series in any way. The main characters in this story are my own creation.

Chapter 1

I, Adeline 'Addie' Rosewood, was finally a senior.

I attended a private school in Brownwoods, California, called NW Academy. You see, admissions into my school was a bit tricky. Tricky as in, you'd have to be born a certain species. Specifically, you'd have to be a natural born Night Person.

Only witches, lamia, shape-shifters and werewolves were allowed to grace our wonderful halls. I happened to come from a family of witches. NWA was the only school in this whole country that only admitted Night People. They have campuses for all grades from preschool to college. Outsiders usually think NW stands for North West. It actually and way too obviously stands for Night World.

Now, you would think that a school full of night people would be really different than a regular school. Like, we'd have clubs where we stalked humans and laughed at their stupidity, and have co-curricular activities where we flew broomsticks for sport.

Sadly, that was not the case. My school was, in many ways, exactly like every other high school out there. Sure, NWA had some special Night World related classes and all but... We also played classic american football and we even had a social high school hierarchy. It's not even a supernatural racist hierarchy.

No. It was way worse. It was the whole cliché. The hottest and most popular kids in school were made up of cheerleaders and jocks. Oh, and of course, your occasional super-rich kid with serious family connections.

I am not kidding.

Like every other cliché story, I happened to be somewhere around the bottom of my high school food chain. This was based solely on the fact that I was stupid enough to stand up for the human community. We had a class on human history and everybody was putting down Leonardo Da Vinci because he was human. I liked his work, and I made the mistake of saying so out loud. Thus, my years of high school torture began as the vermin sympathizer. Yay me.

Luckily for me, I survived my days through NWA with my best friend, Belle. Belle was also a witch, and a pretty rockin' one at that. She didn't get too much hell for hanging out with me. Well, at least not as much hell as I got for being me.

Like every other school day, Belle drove over to pick me up in her blue convertible.

"Hey Addie! Ready to go?"

"Ready as always on a first day."

As we drove to school, Belle brought up the topic of soulmates.

"You know, recently I've been hearing this talk about soulmates. That the whole soulmate principle is real and that lately, people are discovering their one true loves," she said.

I have to admit, it was corny but I've always believed in soulmates. I mean, I was a witch in a community full of supernatural people. Why wouldn't soulmates exist? I always imagined mine to be tall, dark and handsome. He'd be romantic and strong. He'd be artistic, and I would be his muse. He'd also have an exotic accent that would send me straight to the moon every time he spoke. Ahh...

"Soulmates... I'd love to meet mine now," I said, wrapped in my daydream.

"I wonder how it feels when you meet a soulmate… I bet it'd be magical," she sighed.

Belle and I eventually got into a deep discussion about our perfect fantasy soulmate traits until we arrived through the gates of NW Academy. We found a parking spot easily and the first day of school seemed well. That is until we got out of the car.

Carla Redfern walked past us with her fellow cheerleader minions. Oops, I mean friends.

"Oh look, Addie, you're still here! I hoped you would be in some human school this year. But... I guess even they would kick you out," she said to me.

Without another word and a sarcastic smile, she walked away and her friends followed, shooting me disgusted looks.

What sucks is that Carla and I used to be close friends ever since we were little. We went junior high together in a human school and made our way into NWA for high school.

Carla made the cheer squad and I wasn't really the cheerleading type. We were still close when the Da Vinci incident came around but one day Carla decided to turn on me. To be accepted by her new friends, she dissed me openly in public and we never spoke again. Until the next week when she passed a rude remark about my choice of clothing. She bought me the skirt I was wearing. Soon, it became a regular thing and we drifted from best friends to enemies.

Then sometime later, I met this outgoing brunette witch. I was sitting alone during lunch, as usual, when she decided to sit next to me. She just sat next to me, despite the whispers and rumors about me, and introduced herself. She's always been pretty badass that way. I was glad that Belle did that for me. I still am glad.

Belle rolled her eyes and said, "the jealous bitch of vampire strikes again."

"Too bad there isn't much to be jealous of," I replied.

I wasn't exactly putting myself down. I wasn't one of those girls who loved the popular girls and hated themselves for it. As much as I didn't like it, the fact was true. Carla was simply better than me in so many ways. Carla was a natural born lamia that was directly related to the Redfern family. Redfern status was worshiped in the Night World. She was also seriously rich and well connected. In addition to this, she became obscenely gorgeous in the few years of high school that we weren't friends. That was probably because she was a Night Person and a vampire. Though that was when I began to wonder... Why was I stuck in this body? Why does she get to be tall, tanned, and blonde, with gorgeous blue eyes while I'm stuck with dull black hair, average height, pasty white skin, and mud colored eyes?

Belle begged to differ. She thought my eyes were like chocolate.

"C'mon Addie! You're an all powerful witch, and she's just some silly, bloodsucking, dumb blonde," she said.

I mean, I guess that was sort of true. I thought about it a little, and the bad points about Carla started to flow through my mind. Carla was after all, quite dumb. Or at least she acted dumb. It was all probably an act for her head cheerleader status, because the Carla I knew in middle school was a very smart girl. This high school Carla was also way too involved with on-again, off-again, super-jock boyfriend, Blake Tarragon. Blake came in second in my list of most hated people, below Carla.

The reason was because he was just a plain douchebag. It didn't matter to me how good looking he was or how popular he was. Behind those crystal colored eyes, blonde air and pretty face was an annoying and narcissistic jerk.

Usually Belle and I tried to avoid all forms of contact with Carla, Blake, and the rest of the popular gang at NWA. It was normally not a hard thing to do. They barely talked to anybody outside of their circle, unless it was to make fun of someone. Unfortunately, that someone was usually me and I always fell for it.

This year was going to be different. I made it my personal goal to spend senior year just ignoring them, and focusing on myself and my own personal growth.

Thanks to my luck though, I ended up being stuck with one of them for the rest of the semester.