Oh, darn it! How can I be casual when this school is more like a castle!?

I walked down the (GIANT) hallway and glanced at the fancy paintings that hung on the walls. There were paintings of: Apples; bowls of fruit; more apples… AWESOME! These people obviously loved food! (right?) I saw the hallway open up to a large room. There were two couches, one on each side of the room. There were also two more hallways. In the middle of the room there was a circular desk, where a young woman sat. I walked over to her and smiled as best I could.

"Hello ma'am. I'm Alexandria Andrews."

The lady looked up at me in disgust, and rolled her eyes.

Awww, she seemed like such a nice lady…

"Alexandria, huh? Here." The lady handed me a white, long-sleeved shirt and a black skirt.

"Um, what is this?" I asked, staring at the clothes in my hand.

"Your school uniform. You can change in that room over there," the lady said irritably, pointing to a small door with a 'girls' sign on it. "And here's your schedule." She handed me a piece of paper and went back to writing on her papers.

"Well, thanks so much," I said as politely as I could. She ignored me.

I walked into the girls room to my left.

Wow… pretty nice!

There were large stalls and the sinks were porcelain and held tiny soaps. There was a machine that held-- *ahem* --girl stuff. The floor was so glossy you could see your reflection in it and the walls were light blue.

I walked into a stall and changed into my school uniform. That was something I wasn't looking forward to. Don't get me wrong, they weren't bad-looking or anything. I just hated long sleeve shirts and skirts. I preferred jeans and baggy shirts. I looked in the mirror and sighed.

Oh, well. At least I won't stand out.

I looked at my sheet and saw my first subject and where it was. After walking through the halls (And getting lost twice!) I found the room and stepped in. There were people sitting on their desks and chatting. None of them noticed me, which I was happy about. I sat down in an empty seat as far away from the crowd as I could be. I leaned my head on the table, waiting for the class to start.

"Well, well, well…"

I looked up to my left and saw Blake sitting in the chair next to me. I hadn't even heard him sit down in it.

Stupid vampire and his stupid quietness.

"What do you want Blake?" I asked, "You still looking for a way to kill me?" I whispered the last part, so no one else would hear. My voice held thick venom.

"Silly Alexandria," he said, brushing his hand against my face. It was cold, but smooth. I continued to stare at him icily.

"I didn't want to hurt you in the first place. I'm not like the others."

Oh, riiigghhhhtt. That was believable.

"Really? You want to prove it to me?" I asked, turning toward him in my seat.

"Er… how do I do that?" He asked dropping his hand from my face. He looked a bit nervous.

"Let's see…" I tapped my chin, thoughtfully. "You sure you want to prove it to me?" I questioned.

He thought for a second then brushed his hand against my face again. I ignored it. "Yeah," he answered, finally.

"Okay, fine." I looked around to make sure the teacher wasn't in the room, then I reached into my backpack and pulled out a small bag of chips. Blake's expression was shocked.

"Oh, no you're not really going to make me…" he started, distraught.

"The entire bag," I stated holding it out to him. He continued to stare at me, then he smiled.

"Fine," he said, calmly, tracing a finger down my jaw. I just stared, waiting for him to start. He dropped his hand and opened the bag of chips. He stared at it, disgusted, then he poured half the bag in his mouth. He ate it, quickly, then he ate the rest of the chips in the bag. He closed his eyes for a while then turned to grin at me.

"Oh, you're just showing off!" I laughed shoving his shoulder, playfully. What was so bad about a vampire eating food? Think of eating the most revolting thing in the entire world. That's how food is to vampires, not to mention they can't digest it… so they kind of have to… *cough* throw it up.

"So you believe me now?" he asked, returning his hand to my face.

"Ok, fine," I said, grinning. We stared into each others eyes, I didn't feel the least bit awkward around guys. Ordinary guys fell for me; werewolves fell for me; even elves fell for me. I was pretty used to being around guys now. (NO I did NOT date every guy who asked!)

"Hello students!" I ignored the teacher who was introducing herself. I just turned my body to face forward but I continued to stare at Blake. He copied what I did and I could see he was smirking.

Stupid vampire and his stupid smile. Okay so maybe it was more attractive than stupid… but still…

There was no way I could let myself feel attracted to a vampire. I had been with the werewolves, and if I fell for a vampire other vampires could find out and who knows what they would do. Probably kill me or worse…

I sighed and tore my eyes away from Blake's and looked at the front of the class. After a few minutes of listening to the teacher lecture (Which was sooooo BORING) I stole a glance at Blake. He was still staring at me, but he looked disappointed, almost like he had been rejected, or something. I felt guilty, suddenly. I flipped my hair so he could see the side of my face clearly. I turned my face slightly toward him and winked.

His face immediately brightened and he smiled widely.

Oh, darn. I shouldn't have done that! Agh, it's like he controls me!

Of course, flirting was really no big deal. After all, he had to know we could never, like, date or anything. Either that, or he was totally clueless… (That was possible.)

RING!

I bolted out of my seat as the bell rang.

Oh, was that what it was… ohh…

I calmed down for a second, then started to grab my stuff.

"Oh, hi Blake!" I glanced at the girl who had spoken. She was apparently one of the 'popular' people. Her hair was light blonde and her eyes were a pale blue. She had her outfit accessorized with expensive jewelry and designer this n' that.

"Oh, hi Cheral," Blake said.

I rolled my eyes.

Cheral saw me and glared.

"Well, if it isn't the new girl, Alex. By the way, that's a boy's name," Cheral added. Her voice was SO DARN snobby. GRRR.

"It's Alexandria, stupid." I stared back at her angrily. She had three other girls standing behind her. They weren't paying any attention to us, though. They were too busy gawking at Blake. The girl farthest to the left was the tallest. She had short, black hair and brown eyes. The girl next to her was shorter than me, maybe 5'2, and had sandy blonde hair. She looked like she was the most friendly. The last girl was just like Cheral, except a bit taller. She had blonde hair with red streaks.

"I just feel incredibly bad for you, Blake," Cheral continued.

Blake looked at her, confused.

"You have to sit beside Miss Dork over here--" She pointed to me. "You could've sat with me," she continued, "I would've made room." She smiled at him.

Blake shook his head and stood up.

"Um, thanks for the offer, but I like sitting beside Alexandria," he said, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. "She's a pretty cool girl." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

Copyright - JasmineAliLuv

Thanks for reading!!! If you have any ideas, let me know! Thanks!! By the way, this is just Story-1 (Not Chapter. Story.) of They Call Me Miracle? I'm already working on Story-2. *SMILES!* ~JasmineAliLuv