Disclaimer: I own none of the characters ( at least so far) all belong to L.J Smith.

A.N: I have no idea where I'm going with this, so reviews would be much appreciated.J

Jocks, cheerleaders, geeks, they're all the same. They're all vermin, food. Morgead kept repeating to himself, absently rubbing his shoulder where some pig-headed member of the basketball team had rammed it into a locker.  His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar flame-colored flag of hair. Seeing none, he turned and began to make his way in the opposite direction. Leave it to Jez to get lost, or be late on the first day of her freshman year. Come to think of it, leave it to any of the gang to do that. By the way, where the hell are they? Meeting today might've been a little easier if Jez had called last night to plan things, but nooo, Miss- I'm-too lazy-'cause-I-just-had-a-great-vacation-unlike-the-rest-of-you, just didn't fell like it. Figures. Too busy brooding to notice where he was going, Morgead was suddenly brought back to reality by running smack into some one, or they ran into him, as he would later proclaim.

" Sorry" he muttered still a bit too preoccupied to notice his was apologizing to vermin, as he began to help gather up the person's belongings. Who, by the amount of pink he gathered was  either a girl, or a very emotionally disturbed young man.

" Watch it! I think you got dirt on my brand new Gucci shirt. Oh my God! You did, I can't belive this! Is this some kind of punishment, 'cause it's totally not my fault you have no fashion sense what so ever. I mean the grunge look was sooo four years ago."

Morgead paused, wincing at the effect the extremely high-pitched voice had on his vampiric hearing. Yup, it's gotta be a girl.

" Uggh, Natasha! I don't think I'll ever be able to get this stain out." The voice whined, addressing whomever belonged to the pair of stilettos that Morgead saw, as he still hadn't risen from his position.

" Doesn't your mother make you bathe like, at least once a month?' The voice screeched, it's attention once again turned to him.

Morgead's hand clenched, crumpling the papers in his grasp. The tears that came unbidden to his eyes however, disappeared without a trace as he sprang to his feet, a scowl fixed on his face. He shoved the papers in to the girl's, which he remarked as a blonde, hand, and swept past her. He failed to notice, though, as the sneer was wiped from her face, replaced by a look of awe, and the pack of girls behind her burst into giggles after his departure. I do bathe more than once a month, thank you very much. I took a shower last night at Pierce's, seeing a s how I forgot to pay the water bill, Morgead thought to himself as he look back at the girls who, at his glance, burst into more hysterics. Huh, that's not real Gucci; I've jacked enough and sold them downtown to know. He sauntered off , smirking, as he renewed his search.

Just as Morgead had convinced himself that it just might be a good first day, he was tackled from behind. This is getting monotonous, thought Morgead, as he felt the wind rush back, rather painfully to his lungs.

" Hiya Morgead! Any luck finding Jez yet?" Boomed Val as he whacked him over the head. Apparently this was Val's idea of male bonding.

" If I had found her yet, don't you think she'd be here?"Morgead questioned with exaggerated patience.

" Huh, I hadn't really thought about it that way. I guess so. Anyway, I heard some talk about some foxy new freshmen down west hall, wanna check it out?" He responded, a little too eagerly.

" Not really, I think I should get to-."Protested Morgead, but was cut off as Val gave a sharp yank to his leather jacket, sufficiently cutting off his air supply.

" C'mon man, It'll be fun!" Val promised, nearly dragging Morgead to the west wing.

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" So, this girl is just supposed to be standing around in this crowd, while about half the male population of this school gawks at her?" Morgead asked in a bored tone, his eyes still searching for a flash of red.

" Of course, what else would she be doing?" Val replied, craning his neck to see over the head of an extremely tall senior, which was rare, since Val was one of the largest people Morgead knew.

Morgead rolled his eyes in exasperation, and turned back to the direction Val was giving such rapt attention. He made a remarkably inarticulate sound as he finally caught site of whom he'd been searching for. There stood Jez, amidst a forest of male bodies, simpering at the nearest one with a letterman's jacket.

" Wow, I guess that vacation with her uncle and his new girlfriend really, uumm, tamed her." Val stated shell-shocked.

"I don't think this is what they were going for." Growled Morgead in reply, as he stalked forward, roughly shoving people to get to the center.

"So, I said to the guy; " Did you seriously believe that pick-up line was going to work?' Imean, I never really thought someone would say they lost their teddy bear, and then ask to sleep with me. Of course, he was so stoned off his ass he probable didn't even know what he-Hey!" Jez finished with a yelp, silver eyes flaring, as Morgead snatched her up by her waist, and proceeded to carry her out of the crowd,

" Who the hell do you think you are? Put me down you jerk!" She screamed shrilly, while trying to twist around to have a clear shot at her attackers head.

" It's me you little idiot, and I'm just saving from a situation that was about to get very complicated." Morgead snarled, while tossing his disheveled dark hair out of his emerald eyes.

" I know it's you Morgy! And I repeat, put me down this instant!" Jez demanded.

"Or you'll do what?" Morgead asked with a devilish grin.

" I'll do this" She replied, pinched his side causing him to cry out, and drop her to the linoleum.

" Ha! Still ticklish! That's what you get for carrying me out of there cave-man style. Besides, I wouldn't have been in there if you had met up with me sooner. So it's your fault."Jez said rubbing her backside. Vampire strength and quickness had prevented her from landing on her head, but apparently not on her butt.

"Ah! So now it's the blame game! Well if some one had called last night like she said she would, then we would've known where to meet, now, wouldn't we?" He demanded angrily.

" Is that a rhetorical question?" Jez asked curiously.

"What does that have to do with anything?" He cried throwing his arms in the air, attracting even more stares from passers-by's.

 " It has everything to do with anything. Now, where's Mr. Hartman's room, I have him first period?"Jez replied, getting to her feet.

" You changed the subject." Morgead scowled.

" Yes I did, now, are you going to tell me where it is, or should I go ask one of those fine gentlemen over there?" Jez asked smirking at him with one hand on her hip.

" This way" He growled, grabbing her roughly by the arm.