Chapter Two: Lafayette High/ Disaster School

Aila POV

Why did Roxy have to be so damn stubborn? I mean, the girl hardly even looks at the boys, let alone acknowledges them. But then again… Mayla and I hardly flirt because, well…. They're human. We're not.

The three of us walked into Disaster High. It had become my favorite nickname for it, after a whole bunch of things went wrong and the school had to shut down for a few weeks.

We heard many catcalls and wolf whistles, and as usual, we ignored them. No point in being more bait than needed. Mayla and I had dazed the principal into letting us have lockers next to each other's. So, all in unison, we stopped at our lockers, twirled the combo's and opened them simultaneously.

Silently, we piled our books into our lockers. I tugged a little at the hem of my cami top. It was almost a purple, but not quite a pink and had written inside a pair of wings, "I do believe in fairies… I do… I do" It's from my all-time favorite today movie. Peter Pan!

"Stop fantasizing about Peter," Mayla laughed, smacking me on the head. "He's not yours."

I shot her a crooked grin, fixing my hair a little. Mayla had the ability to pick up on emotions and manipulate them. She'd probably felt me go all lovey-dovey and … yeah.

Roxy had put on her emotionless don't f-u-c-k with me face. She pulled out her English book and a few notebooks and shut her locker. To see the kid next her.

He gave her a wide friendly smile and held out his hand. "I'm Jamie," he offered.

Roxy rolled her eyes, and, ignoring his hand, replied, "Roxanne." She turned to Mayla and I, giving us the save me look.

We both just grinned and made our ways to our separate classes.

Roxy POV

See, I'm used to having boys throw themselves left and right at me. What irritates me is if they're freshman and try to shake my hand. Remember: vampire always cold+ touching humans very confused humans, as to why our hands are like ice. I ignored Jamie, praying he wouldn't be in my English class. That would definitely be hell.

Unfortunately, it looks like he might be. Oh, hell. Just hell.

I like that word, if you haven't noticed by now.

Jamie came up next to me and began chattering. Like, literally, chattering. Like he was a freaking bird on crack. Do humans ever shut up? Do they? It hurt to think that I was somewhat like that some odd hundred years ago.

When I finally got to the English room, I stopped and turned to settle a death glare on him. Yes, I get the irony, thanks. "Please tell me you're not in this class."

Jamie gave me a funny look. "Of course not! I'm a freshman."

I huffed out a breath and nearly dazed him. Crap! I hated it when that happened. "Good," I said in the meanest tone that I could. When I sat down in my English class, Jamie was just walking off.

I flipped my streaked hair out of my face, just in time to see an absolutely gorgeous guy walk in. I'm not saying much, I have seen plenty of gorgeous men in my 'life'. But honestly. This kid had Hollister, Aeropostale, American Eagle, and G.A.P all thrown together. Don't get me wrong, but he totally pulled it off.

He was tall, sort of the football player look, but obviously he wasn't. He walked right past every football guy in the room. I think he was Cuban. At least, his skin tone showed it. It looked like he worked out, like, everyday. Minus the steroids. He had hair that looked like it had just stepped out of a L'Oreal commercial. It looked perfectly touchable.

He must have seen my curious eye—either that or it was the pink streaks—and he turned and nodded his head at me.

Now, if I were human still, I probably would've fainted right there. I would've crawled to his feet and asked him to hold me. I would've started drooling like a damn Saint Bernard. I would've asked him to kiss one of my notebooks or something.

But I wasn't. So I didn't.

Instead, his scent hit me with the force of a thousand ton truck. And damn was it heavy.

I had to catch myself to keep from jumping him right in the middle of this classroom just to get a small taste of his blood. No, Rox! I scolded myself. I had stopped breathing. It was easier this way. Less… tempting. I watched as this new student went and sat in the back nearby the window. All the cheerleaders in the class tittered and giggled. They were all bright pink.

I watched one of the girls go up to him, bright red with a swirly notebook and a pink glitter pen in hand. With my vampire hearing, I was able to listen to the entire conversation. "Hi. I'm Sheryl. Could I have your number?" Oh, gag.

I watched as he shook his head, his hair doing that little flip thing perfectly, sending his scent wafting over to me. "Nah. Sorry. My dad hasn't hooked up our phone yet. On top of that… I don't give girl's I really don't know my number."

Sheryl giggled a little more before turning and walking back to her friends. She shrugged it off, but the anger was rolling right off of her. I was kind of glad that Mayla wasn't in this class. Poor her.

I studied this kid out of the corner of my eye. He quietly pulled out a black notebook, opened it and pulled out a black pencil along with it. From where I was he looked like he was sketching.

"Class, class, please calm down." Mr. Greenburg was at the front of the room, clapping his hands now. Everybody slid into their separate desks and stopped talking. I heard a little bit of giggling, but ignored it—it was always like this. "I'm going to take roll call. Just give me a sign that you're actually here.

"Tommy Andrews"

"Yo."

"Becky Beckman"

"Hi Mr. Greenburg." Oh, double gag.

It went on like that for a little while, and one kid had the nerve to do a fake- fart when he called his name. Mr. Greenburg didn't react. Did I mention this teacher was, like, the greatest?

"Roxanne Neero"

"It's Roxy," I replied. I heard a bunch of, "oohhh," in the back. Making sure that Mr. Greenburg wasn't looking I turned around and shot the group of guys the bird. The all glared at me. I gave them a half-scowl, half-smile. Girl thing. It's, like, in us to be able to do that.

"Corey Treyman"

"Can I give you my nickname too?" Oh, no. It was movie star over here. Egh…

"Later Corey." Mr. Greenburg sounded he didn't want to take crap anymore.

Lunchtime was a mess. Mayla, Aila and I always sat at our own table. We never got trays of food. Never. We always bought a pack of gum and ended up sucking the flavor out of every single piece by the end of lunch. That was our lunch. Not the same as blood… but we weren't gonna drag a deer or something in the cafeteria just to eat something. Nope.

Bubble Gum Lunch. Yum.

But today I was distracted. By Corey. He had sat at a table all by himself in the back of the cafeteria. He'd barely touched his lunch; he only ate his apple and took a bite of the sandwich. But he had that sketchbook out again…

(Time skip... a week, maybe? I hate the first week of school. duh- im not gonna write about it)

The first few days of school were like that. English was always my first class so I was always holding my breath when Mr. Corey The Movie Star walked in.

And… At lunch. He always sat on his own too. I… I didn't understand why though. He… had that sketch book out too.

Mayla was fiddling with her gum pack and suddenly threw it down on the table, making my head snap around to stare her. "My God, Roxanne! What on Earth are you so freaking curious about? It's really ticking me off, if you didn't notice!" Uh-oh. Like I said, dealing with an angry Mayla is hell.

"The new kid…" I murmured, ignoring the look Aila sent me.

And then all hell broke lose. Literally

A bunch of the football team walked over to Corey's table and snatched up his sketch book. "Watcha drawing wench?" they teased. I saw his face go hard as he tried to reach up and snatch his notebook back.

No luck.

This irked the hell out of me. I started to get up but Mayla grabbed my arm. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"I'm gonna go give those oafs a piece of vampire angst." Aila and Mayla both tried to give me disapproving looks but failed horribly.

"Go get 'em bitch," Aila snapped playfully at me. Mayla punched me slightly on the arm and winked. I grinned and marched over to the gang of bullies.

I kicked one of them in the back of the knee. He whipped around, fist already in the air, but brought it down. A disgusting smile filled his face. "It's a chick, man," one of the other goons said. Ew, where were their teeth?

"Leave him alone," I said calmly. For now. They all exchanged glances and tossed the sketchbook onto the floor. They all let out loud guffaws.

"Yeah, right chick. We'll make a deal with you," the entire cafeteria had gone silent when I'd kicked him in the back of the knee.

Another guy finished his sentence. "We'll leave him alone for the whole year… if we get you once a month."

I heard Aila mutter a, "Hell, no. He did not just say that." But she didn't move. Good. I wanted to take care of these freaks on my own.

I kept a straight face on, even though inside I was gagging. "Ha. You're a joker. Too bad I don't like that." Suddenly I kicked my leg out for a high side-kick and clipped him in the chest.

Now let me make this clear, This guy was huge. He could be run over by a freaking truck and survive. But when I kicked him, he went flying to the floor. I stood dangerously over him, my temper hanging on edge. "I'll repeat myself: Leave him alone."

His eyes were wide and he scrambled up from the floor. He and his goons backed away slowly, nodding furtively. I picked up the black sketch book, shut it after smoothing out some blank pages, and handed it back to him.

"Here Corey." I was careful to make sure his fingers didn't touch mine. He took but met my eyes for a second.

"Why'd you do that?" He asked softly. I was pretty sure even the humans could hear him, without supersonic hearing.

I shrugged casually, trying really hard not to breathe, yet make sure it wasn't that noticeable. "They were to you. You obviously weren't gonna do anything about it."

And I was back at our table, playing with my gum package.

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