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Chapter One

"C'mon Brendan! We've been late all week, and it's only the first week back!" Erin complained, "You know they're gonna start handing out detentions for this crap."

Her best friend Brendan trailed behind her, going as slowly as humanly possible. "They expect us to be late and get in trouble; otherwise they'd be out of job. It's not my fault I fell victim to those fricken alarm clocks. What are they good for?!"

It was a sunny Friday, on the first week back at school, and Erin and Brendan were obviously running late again. As they walked into the tall gates surrounding the red bricked building they both sighed. It was their last year at Tervola High and it couldn't end sooner enough for them.

"Ah Miss Winters, Mr. Ambrose, so glad you could fit us into your busy schedule," Mrs. Bryant the home room teacher said ticking the roll.

Erin smiled sheepishly. Brendan started lounging around on the chairs, "Yeah, well, you know how it is. You can't keep everyone happy." The teacher ignored his remark and continued with the mornings announcements. "She should be happy I showed up at all," he whined.

"Well you can't keep everyone happy," Erin mocked him, "I'll see you at recess okay, I've gotta go get my new math's book from the office." Erin grabbed her bag and left before the halls would be flooded by hundreds of little kids. You think you're so superior now that your a senior don't you, she thought smiling to herself, Of course I am.

Erin walked into the schools administration office and was greeted with the familiar smell of strong coffee. She started walking towards the math's staffroom, when all of a sudden she was over come with a weird feeling. Her whole body felt fuzzy, especially her head. Then as quickly as it had appeared it was gone. She looked around the office to find a few quizzical glances. Probably just hungry, she thought and continued on her way.

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Hmm Jack Mitchell, what a normal name, Jack thought shaking off the strange feeling that he'd felt in the schools office a moment before. Another school, another name, another chance to screw up. He looked into the restrooms mirror and saw a strikingly handsome face. He had thick black hair with a slight wave to it, and eyes that changed from green and black, at the moment they were slightly greener than normal. He stood there for a few moments, not from his vanity, but he was lost in thoughts of his past. He felt all the rage and emotions that flowed through him, his muscles tensed under his shirt and he clenched his fists. Why was he bringing up all this crap now? Before he could answer his own question, he was interrupted by a young boy who looked like his bladder would burst any minute, and he ran into the closest cubicle. Jack laughed silently and walked out, bracing himself for his new life as a senior at Tervola High.

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Erin and Brendan sat back against the tree, taking turns of smoking their joint. It was their end of week tradition to kick back and relax. Erin did not look like an everyday stoner, but Brendan practically had stoner stamped to his head.

"I got this last night from Craig, fresh as," Brendan exhaled, "Natures very own. See its ok to smoke, coz it's organic and shit," he passed it to Erin.

"So what, poison ivy comes from nature, doesn't mean you can smoke that as well?" Erin laughed

Brendan lifted an eyebrow, "You could try. Hey, I'm just saying if Mother Nature made it, it can't be as bad as people make it out to be."

"What ever, I don't wanna know where you get your logic from, just keep your saliva off the joint, I don't want to catch any of your pot logic."

"No seriously, I could write a book about it and get heaps of money and open my own pot plantation!"

"Right, just like your idea of the portable bong," Erin laughed, "Your parents would be so proud."

"My future has endless possibilities. I could change the wor..."

"Hey can I bum a smoke?" a voice interrupted.

Erin looked up to find Jenny the school whore, standing in front of her. Jenny had the worst reputation a girl could ever get. Sleeping around with numerous guys some as young as 13 and some as old as 35 and sometimes all in the same night. The rest of the seniors paid her out behind her back but never said it to her face except for the few girls that spent their time starting fights. Plus she was that ditzy in the head she didn't notice anything going on around her.

"So can I?" She asked again with her hand out, "Please, I need my nicotine fix for the day." Jenny came and sat down practically on Brendan.

He nudged her of his lap, "We don't smoke," Jenny looked at him, "...durries." Jenny looked confused. "So run along."

"Yeah, I think the primary schools been let out for lunch, maybe you can go find a date for the Formal." Erin said sweetly.

Jenny looked at both of them and after a moment had passed, she laughed and walked off.

"Can you believe her?" Erin asked incredulously, "I wouldn't be surprised if she brought an 8th grader to the dance."

Brendan just smiled, "So, what are we doing tonight?"

"Ah Friday, finally," Erin sighed, "I just want today to finish, it just won't end."

"Tell me about it," Brendan yawned, "So are you gonna come over to my place tonight, veg out, eat munchies, watch movies?"

"Ginger Snaps!!!" squealed Erin.

"Again,' Brendan moaned, "how many times do we have to watch that chick flick horror movie!?"

"Aww come on, you know you love it." Erin reached over and tickled his belly. "Ohh, somebody's pregnant!" she put her ear to his stomach, "He gonna be a soccer player!"

"And were not gonna be watching Billy Madison," cried Brendan trying to stand up.

Erin let him up and grabbed her bag, "Crap there's the bell, I need to go find Jess to find out where our biology class is, and you my Special Ed friend, need to go to class. The councilor was looking for you this morning, I think she wants to find out the true reason why you haven't been showing up to class, you know emotional problems, bad home life, take your pick."

"Has it ever occurred to them that I have better things to do with my time, and that my intellect has advanced farther than their slow forty minute periods?"

"First of all, what better things? And secondly you're the only person in our year that doesn't know their 3 times tables."

"So I'm a late bloomer that's all," Brendan smiled sheepishly, "And really when am I ever gonna need math's or competency skills."

Erin laughed, "Well you'll always be perfect in my eyes." Erin looked down at Brendan's jeans. They were ripped to pieces at the bottom and faded, and patches were every where. "Though I'm not so sure in those jeans."

Brendan mocked a hurt expression, "What are you talking about?" He looked down at his jeans, "People would pay heaps of money for these pant. They're what you might call vintage"

"Or garbage." Erin interrupted, "They're baggy and dirty. You know we do have a uniform policy at this school, now clean yourself up and get to class,' she ordered and pointed her finger at the school building.

They both laughed it off and began to make their way to class, talking and joking as they walked passed the crowds of students. Then Erin saw something or someone to be precise. A new guy she had never seen before talking to the principal. He was gorgeous. Erin's eyes squinted to get a better look at him. From what she could see he had thick black hair that stood out from the crowd and she could only tell from the back of him that he had a hot body. She stared at the back of his head, wishing he would turn around, when a familiar voice brought her back down to reality.

"Hey. Erin. Erin!?" Brendan slapped her on the arm. "So, are you going to come round my place tonight, let's say 8.30?" Brendan started to walk backwards towards his class.

"Yeah I guess. I'll see you and your crap ass pants tonight," she called out.

"Hey! Two words vin~tage" he yelled back.

Erin smugly replied, "Dumb ass!" as she walked into class.

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