SCHOOL
DAYS
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone.
Summary: High school is tough right? Well, try going when you're a teenage vampire.
CHAPTER 2
Angel enrolled Connor in the nearby high school. Connor was walking towards the school building on a Monday morning, book bag on back. It was his first day. He passed by a couple of jocks. The two muscular boys started to sneer at him. Connor just ignored them and kept walking until he got into the school.
A bunch of cheerleaders were gathered in the hall talking loudly. Connor went by them. A blonde cheerleader stepped out from the group. "Nice hair. Who cut it? A butcher or a barber?" she laughed. The other cheerleaders joined in with the laughter. Connor turned around and glared at the group. "Nice boobs. Who implanted them for you?" All of the leaders hushed up in shock. Connor smirked and went on his way.
A stray cheerleader followed after him. She had long brown hair, greenish brown eyes, and red lips. "Hi," the cheerleader greeted Connor. Connor looked at her. "Oh, hi," he mumbled. "That was pretty funny. My name is Leslie," the girl said. "I'm Connor. Nice to meet you." "Don't take any of this stuff personally," said Leslie. "Everyone around here makes fun of the new kids. Especially freshmen." "Why aren't you messing with me?" asked Connor. "Not my style. Do you wanna have lunch or something?" asked Leslie. "Um, okay. Sure," said Connor. "Awesome. See you at noon," Leslie said. She ran down the hall.
Connor had a tough time in his first classes. They were algebra, geometry, and calculus. He was looking forward to lunch, though. He moved through the crowded cafeteria and sat down at Leslie's table. "Where are your friends?" asked Connor shyly. "The other cheerleaders usually go to a burger place for lunch but I'm not going today," Leslie replied.
Leslie had been reading a novel. "So how was class?" she asked. "It was okay. I'm not a math wiz but it was okay," said Connor. Leslie laughed. "Good one. So tell me about you. Do you live around here?" "Yeah. I live in a hotel with my father and his friends," Connor replied. "A hotel? That sounds cool," said Leslie. "Do you live with your mom, too?" "Uh, um, no. I never even met her," said Connor. "I know the feeling. My mom died five years ago," said Leslie. "Is your dad cool?" "Pretty cool, I guess," said Connor.
"Oh, man. I better get going. I am ALWAYS late," said Leslie, slapping her head. "I'll go, too," said Connor. "Say, Connor, do you want to catch a movie or something tonight?" Connor replied, "Sounds, fun, I. I forgot." "Forgot what?" inquired Leslie. "I'm grounded," said Connor. "Wow. For how long?" asked Leslie. "After what I did, I'll be lucky if I get out in a year," said Connor. Leslie smiled at him. "Well, if you get time off, meet me at the downtown theater." "It's a date," said Connor. "I hope."
DAYS
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone.
Summary: High school is tough right? Well, try going when you're a teenage vampire.
CHAPTER 2
Angel enrolled Connor in the nearby high school. Connor was walking towards the school building on a Monday morning, book bag on back. It was his first day. He passed by a couple of jocks. The two muscular boys started to sneer at him. Connor just ignored them and kept walking until he got into the school.
A bunch of cheerleaders were gathered in the hall talking loudly. Connor went by them. A blonde cheerleader stepped out from the group. "Nice hair. Who cut it? A butcher or a barber?" she laughed. The other cheerleaders joined in with the laughter. Connor turned around and glared at the group. "Nice boobs. Who implanted them for you?" All of the leaders hushed up in shock. Connor smirked and went on his way.
A stray cheerleader followed after him. She had long brown hair, greenish brown eyes, and red lips. "Hi," the cheerleader greeted Connor. Connor looked at her. "Oh, hi," he mumbled. "That was pretty funny. My name is Leslie," the girl said. "I'm Connor. Nice to meet you." "Don't take any of this stuff personally," said Leslie. "Everyone around here makes fun of the new kids. Especially freshmen." "Why aren't you messing with me?" asked Connor. "Not my style. Do you wanna have lunch or something?" asked Leslie. "Um, okay. Sure," said Connor. "Awesome. See you at noon," Leslie said. She ran down the hall.
Connor had a tough time in his first classes. They were algebra, geometry, and calculus. He was looking forward to lunch, though. He moved through the crowded cafeteria and sat down at Leslie's table. "Where are your friends?" asked Connor shyly. "The other cheerleaders usually go to a burger place for lunch but I'm not going today," Leslie replied.
Leslie had been reading a novel. "So how was class?" she asked. "It was okay. I'm not a math wiz but it was okay," said Connor. Leslie laughed. "Good one. So tell me about you. Do you live around here?" "Yeah. I live in a hotel with my father and his friends," Connor replied. "A hotel? That sounds cool," said Leslie. "Do you live with your mom, too?" "Uh, um, no. I never even met her," said Connor. "I know the feeling. My mom died five years ago," said Leslie. "Is your dad cool?" "Pretty cool, I guess," said Connor.
"Oh, man. I better get going. I am ALWAYS late," said Leslie, slapping her head. "I'll go, too," said Connor. "Say, Connor, do you want to catch a movie or something tonight?" Connor replied, "Sounds, fun, I. I forgot." "Forgot what?" inquired Leslie. "I'm grounded," said Connor. "Wow. For how long?" asked Leslie. "After what I did, I'll be lucky if I get out in a year," said Connor. Leslie smiled at him. "Well, if you get time off, meet me at the downtown theater." "It's a date," said Connor. "I hope."