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Prompt #17 – Right
It was one of those moments where he was so bored that he actually, of his own accord, came to school.
He knew it was a mistake from the moment he stepped inside the school gates and the girls wearing the shortest skirts and the most makeup suddenly converged upon him. "Oh my goodness, Morgead, it's been so long. How have you been?" was repeated many times, along with a touch on his shoulder by the bravest. And speaking of fawning, it made him inexplicably angry when he saw how Jez was dealing with male attention.
Which really made him doubt her intelligence. She'd always said that they shouldn't let humans get too close or become too attached, but apparently she didn't think that that rule applied to her, because she was accepting the male attention, standing with one hand on her hip and laughing at some joke one of the vermin had told her.
Morgead felt anger rise up in him, an intense anger towards the idiotic humans parading themselves in front of the even more idiotic vampire. He didn't completely understand the rage, but he'd guessed a while back that he thought of Jez as more than a friend.
So he walked up to her and pulled her away from her admiring crowd, one of which started flexing his muscles threateningly. Once glance from Morgead, though, sent him almost running to the other side of the group.
"Oh, hey, you came today," she said. She crossed her arms. "Any reason you pulled me away from them?"
"Maybe because it's a stupid thing to do?"
"What?"
"Parading yourself in front of them like that. You're not exactly human like," he whispered.
She gave a short laugh. "Oh, get a grip. It's just if I can't be bothered to hunt or I'm too busy. These guys are like walking refrigerators."
"Just be careful, okay?"
She rolled her eyes. "Just go find a refrigerator or two for yourself. They're useful, and I'm not sharing mine." She turned to go back to the group.
So Morgead turned back thoughtfully to the group of girls near the gate. Maybe Jez was right. Just this once.