AN: wow two chapters in such rapid succession. Ha, I actually have the first several chapters of this story already written so its sad that I actually don't have the time to post them any faster than I have been. That is how much school kicks my butt. Oh well, I brought it upon myself, AP physics, honestly what was I thinking. Anyway, I've projected into this chapter again. The whole English thing…I was in honors English for about three days before I begged myself out. Well, hope you enjoy again, it's a trifle short though.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer's glorious vampires don't belong to me, even the one that I basically made for myself. Sadness. The song is Sewn by The Feeling

Chapter Summary: Sophia is trying to see just how far the rabbit whole goes, and is getting pestered the whole way down by various females in her life.

Chapter 3: Sewn

Cos you got my heart in a headlock
You stopped the blood and made my head soft
And god knows
You got me sewn

We walked out of class together and said goodbye, the whole time my stomach doing somersaults. It was getting mildly annoying, what he was able to do to me. I sighed as I collapsed into my Jetta, sitting there for a minute. Good thing too because otherwise I would have completely forgotten that I was giving Emma a ride home. She slid into the passenger seat, causing me to jump. She laughed and patted my arm.

"Jumpy are we?" she asked. I gave her a sheepish smile, starting my car.

"So are you going to keep us all in the dark forever?" she asked. I gave her a bewildered look. She rolled her eyes at me.

"New boy, you are the only one who has successfully had a conversation with him, hell you are the only one he seems to be willing to grace his presence with. He seems kind of snooty, but I suppose not. You're not a snooty person…" she trailed off in thought.

"He's a very nice…person." I said, unable to stop the smirk that slid onto my face. Emma caught it and took it way out of context.

"Right, spill." She said. I sighed, it kind of sucked being unable to spill entirely to Emma. I always had, well until this summer. She still didn't know how I got those scars…

"He is nice; I suppose he must just be shy."

"He didn't seem shy when he dragged you away this morning." She said skeptically.

"Well, I suppose." I frowned. I wasn't very good at this. "We just chatted a bit when I showed him to history this morning. I guess he just wanted some company at lunch, he told me he moves a lot and never really makes any close friends…" it was sort of true, I suppose…"I felt kind of bad…sort of…so I hung out with him…" she gave me a withering look.

"You felt bad. Oh give it up already, he's godlike! You have to…" she trailed off.

"Alright, alright." I admitted. "He is godlike, and I can't say that I'm not attracted to him…" why was I trailing away for this, I could tell Emma this! "Okay I really like him." I admitted. She grinned, thrilled. "But I don't really think he feels that way at all. I think he just wants a friend." I said. She thought for a moment.

"Well, be his friend I suppose. Who knows what could happen." She raised her eyebrows suggestively. I rolled my eyes and pulled to a stop at her house.

"Right, I doubt that such a Greek god would ever in a million years pick me to be his girlfriend." The fact that he lusted for my blood was probably a turn off too.

"Whatever you say Soph! See you tomorrow!" Emma called airily. I watched he retreat into her house, her red hair flowing behind her.

I heaved a huge sigh and sped off to my own house.

I almost immediately pulled out my copy of Romeo and Juliet. I had read it a few times, despite my aversion to the story. I found it, as I had said in English, mildly idiotic. If the two lovebirds ever thought for just a second about taking rational actions then maybe they wouldn't have both ended up dead.

But it was kind of sweet that they would die for each other. But…just so pointless! I scowled as I threw my bag at the foot of the stairs. My mother was still at work, as was Steve, so I had the house to myself – which still hurt.

My brother had gone off to college, leaving me. Well, okay he didn't leave me, but I missed him more than most people miss their brothers. It just didn't feel the same without him – still. He was going into his second year of college and I still wasn't used to it.

I plopped myself down on the couch and set about reading the first scene of act one.

It didn't take me long, naturally. For all my hatred towards English I was a fast reader. I outlined some ideas to talk to Mason about and then laid out all of the bloody 'class rules' sheets for my parents to sign. I even amused myself by putting sign here stickers on them.

I glanced up at the clock. I still had a good 45 minutes before I had to leave. I sighed in boredom and tramped upstairs. I thought about messing with make up and clothes, but I figured it wasn't really worth it. How desperate did I want to seem? Getting fed up with myself I stormed out of my room.

I was nervous I suppose. Pitiful.

I was flopped on the couch, staring evilly at the clock when my mother finally came home at four thirty four. She took one look at me and raised her eyebrows in questioning.

My mother and I are actually quite alike in appearance and in attitude. We have the same long dark hair that is slightly curly, the same pale skin. We're even the same height – five six. The only real difference is our eyes. Hers are a chocolaty brown while mine are bright blue, exactly like my fathers.

"I'm going to Starbucks at five." I said tersely. She set the groceries she was carrying on the counter and approached me. She stood right in front of me, her hands on her hips. Just as stubborn as I was. For the amount alike we supposedly were, we clashed a lot. Perhaps we clashed because we were alike.

"It's for a school project. I told you that you should have let me switch out of honors English. I already have a project." I moaned. She rolled her eyes.

"It's good for you and you know it." she said with parental finality.

"I don't know how long I'll be gone. We have to discuss the first scene of the first act of Romeo and Juliet."

"We?" she asked, pausing in her actions of putting the groceries away.

"Yes mom, what did you think I was going to Starbucks to meet myself?" I asked sarcastically. She gave me another parental look.

"Well why didn't you just have Emma come here?" she asked, confused. I stared at her incredulously. Was I really that predictable or was she just losing it? I narrowed my eyes.

"Emma got to switch out of honors English." I snarled. "So did Jackie and so did Tyler, along with basically anyone who wants to have a life and a decent GPA." She returned my glare. "Besides" I continued airily. "We had to partner with boys for some reason." She then smirked, god why did I open my mouth.

"I've told you a million times, you will thank me for it when you apply to college. So who is this boy? Is he why you are acting so strangely?" she leaned over the counter at me as if gossiping. She was supposed to be a grown woman, what happened? I scowled deeply.

"He's new to the school, his name is Mason, and I'm not acting strange, for God's sake it is just a school project." She looked at me despairingly. "Act your age." I snapped before grabbing my keys, my books and my jacket and flinging myself out of the house dramatically.

When I got to Starbucks he was already there, sitting amongst the humans like he was nothing special. I stumbled in such a graceful manner over to him, noting the fact that he was now grinning. I scowled at him, still sore from my mother's prodding. He put up his hands.

"Sorry, sorry." He said, smiling as he did so. I melted slightly.

"No, I'm sorry. My mother was just being annoying. Not your fault. So, what did you think of Romeo and Juliet. Did you find it as disgustingly riveting as I did?" I queried sarcastically. He snorted…and yet still managed to make it sound beautiful and graceful and…god damn perfect boy.

"Quite." Was all he said. He noted my cofeeless self and frowned. "Don't you want coffee?" he asked. "I thought everyone in or around the Puget Sound was addicted to caffeine." I felt myself blushing.

"No…" I paused. "Well, no to the wanting coffee right now. I love coffee as much as the next Washingtonian but…" I sighed, this was embarrassing. "In a rush to get away from my mom I forgot money." I mumbled the last bit. He grinned at my embarrassed form and flipped a five dollar bill in my face, holding it between his fingers.

"You look so cute when you blush." He said softly. I steadfastly ignored the money.

"You only like it 'cause there's all this blood rushing to my face." His grin faltered to a slight smirk and he sighed.

"Yes, I suppose there is that. Now, get yourself some coffee. Caffeinate your mind." He 'reminded' me, flashing the money across my face again.

"You don't have to buy me coffee." I muttered. I hated letting people buy me stuff – well except my parents, but even then…

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist in his icy grip. Swiftly we were in the line. I scowled at him and he just continued to give me his sweet, sexy smile. It was becoming a common occurrence.

"Tall iced non-fat vanilla latte." I ordered and allowed Mason to fork the bill.

"Thanks." I muttered, blushing. I couldn't help but notice how the cashier looked at him, and turned my scowl on her before checking myself. Mason was in no way shape or form mine and I had no right to scowl at people for looking at him in such a lustful manner – after all I felt the same way…

He sighed as I grabbed my drink. "Non-fat." He muttered.

"Yes?" I asked him, letting him know I'd heard him.

"Like the fat in a latte could really hurt you – you're thin already." He told me. I can't say I didn't feel flattered and the incredibly girly part in me was jumping up and down, clapping it's hands and crying out "he thinks I'm skinny, he thinks I'm skinny." But, as a general rule I try and blot out that incredibly girly part of me.

"Well, you know it's ideal to stay thin, not just be thin." I told him – even if it didn't really make sense.

"Right." He said, drawing out the word, I knew he didn't believe my words. We finally settled down at the table and got to work.

Our conversation eventually wandered once we had discussed the points necessary for school. We got into a heated argument about the book at first. I thought Romeo was an emo boy who needed to learn how to control himself. He thought that Juliet was a silly little girl who didn't know what love was.

But once we tired of that we began talking about him…and me.

"I dare you to drink coffee." I said, nudging the remnants of my latte in his direction. A look of utter revulsion crossed his features.

"No. Sorry to spoil your fun." He said, his voice smooth as always.

"Fine, I can have fun in other ways." I said haughtily. His eyebrows shot up his forehead and I quickly backtracked. "Augh, no that's not what I meant, get your head out of the gutter Mason!" I cried. He grinned brightly.

"I may be a vampire, but technically I'm also a teenage male and statistics say that every four seconds…"

"Yeah, yeah." I muttered quickly, interrupting his sentence and blushing. His grin deepened.

"Oooh, sex makes Sophia blush." He taunted.

"You are such a four year old." I scoffed.

"Actually I'm a 97 year old, but whatever." He said. "Close enough for your level of math." I slapped his arm, and then bit my lip.

"Ow." I muttered pitifully, retracting my arm and rubbing my bruised fingers. He looked at me worriedly.

"Are you alright? You shouldn't do that you know." He said. I nodded, my ego more bruised than my hand, and then thought.

"Well, what else should I know about vampires. Educate me." I demanded. He pursed his lips together in amusement.

"I would, but it is actually getting a little late…" I finally noted my surroundings, it was now dark out – not a terribly surprising fact – but Starbucks was also thinning out. I sighed.

"Yeah, I suppose I should get home. My family will be wondering where the hell I've gotten to." The last part I muttered to myself, but his expression told me he heard it, why wasn't I surprised?

"Yes, but I promise I'll vampire educate you at lunch tomorrow." He said. I nodded. We stood awkwardly at the table for a moment, well I was awkward, he seemed as nonchalant as ever. We then said our goodbyes and I walked out to my car. I wanted to see what car he climbed into, but I lost sight of him.

I shrugged to myself and slowly drove home, a euphoric smile on my face. He really was just so…perfect.

Cos you got my heart in a headlock
You stopped the blood and made my head soft
Cos you got my heart in a headlock
You stopped the blood and made my head soft
made my head soft
made my head soft
made my head soft
made my head soft