I walked out of the classroom and saw all the girls in the class were standing outside the door. They glared at me.

What did I do?

Blake walked into the hallway and the girls piled to stand near him. I shook my head and walked toward the next class. So the girls were mad because Blake said I was a 'pretty cool girl'? Figures.

"Whoa!" I slammed into a brick wall. A warm brick wall?

Oh… it's a guy…

"I'm so sorry. I should have looked where I was going," I said.

But, you know, I've got a hott vampire guy on my mind at the moment…

The guy I bumped into was tall with dirty-blonde hair and brown eyes. His face was square and he was a little shorter than Blake.

"Wow! You're her! You're actually her!" he exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing my hand. He kissed it over and over again, which made my face turn red. People were gawking at us (What us? I wasn't with him!)

"Darn it all, people are staring," I whispered fiercely at him.

He looked around and chuckled, letting go of my hand. I caught a whiff of his scent and knew what he was. Werewolf. I wiped my hand against the side of my skirt. Werewolf slobber… gross. (Righhttt… did I mention I could tell the scent of werewolves? Yup. They smelled like, cucumber, to me. Weird, huh?)

"You do know that people think you're crazy, right?" I added.

He scoffed. "I don't care what they think about me," he said, his voice incredibly quiet, "I'm just happy I met you. You're like… a miracle."

"…Or a freak," I said rolling my eyes.

"You are not a freak. You are an incredible and magnificent person," he said, grabbing onto my shoulders and shaking me slightly. I felt my face heat up quickly. No one was watching now. They were all on their way to class.

"Hehe…" I laughed nervously. He was still holding onto my shoulders, but his face was curious now.

"Hey, would you like to--" he started.

"Alexandria!"

I turned around to see who had called me… (Or tried to turn around anyway. The werewolf was still holding my shoulders and I couldn't move my upper body.

"Who the heck are you?" asked the voice, apparently talking to the werewolf. There was no mistaking that voice. It was Blake.

The werewolf stepped in front of me and growled at him.

Blake did the same; they were both crouched, ready to pounce.

"Hey, wait a sec." I stepped out from behind the werewolf. "Look, this is Blake," I said, gesturing to him, "And Blake this is… Dude, what's your name?" I questioned turning to the werewolf.

"Zeth." He didn't move his eyes away from Blake.

"Okay. Blake is my friend, Zeth."

"But, Miracle! He's a vam--!"

"I know what he is. And quite frankly I don't really care. He's a pretty cool guy." I repeated the same thing Blake had said about me, in the classroom. I noticed he smiled widely, straightening up and forgetting about Zeth. "What a minute… what did you call me?" I questioned, turning back to Zeth.

"Miracle. That's what everyone calls you now," he said, smiling.

Miracle!? They're calling me Miracle? What is that, my nickname now??

"W-whatever… Oh, and Blake, this is Zeth. Yeah, maybe I forgot to mention, werewolves consider me their friends… hehe…" I smiled at him as best I could. His face turned from happiness to fury.

"What the--"

I grabbed his hands in mine and looked at him pleadingly, with my puppy dog eyes and a pout on my face.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm sorry I didn't trust you in the beginning. I'm sorry I yelled at you when we met. I'm sorry I made you eat the chips…" I continued saying sorry for everything I could possibly think of. It was kind of a habit of mine. When I wanted to say sorry for something I ended up saying sorry for everything. After I had finished with my apologies, I smiled at him hopefully. He had a shocked expression.

"D-did you sign anything? Like a treaty or something?" he questioned. His voice was oddly quiet.

I glanced at Zeth, who had a bitter expression.

"No," I said, turning back to Blake, "I mean, they wanted me to… but I said no."

"Okay, then." His quiet voice made me shiver. He was tracing the lines of my palm with his hands.

Whoa, WHOA! Wait! My hands??? Oh shoot, I was holding his hands!!

I quickly pulled my hands out of his and hugged my stomach.

"Hehe a-anyway what's… well… who has… I g-gotta get to class. Bye Zeth. Bye B-Blake."

It's not my fault I stutter when I'm nervous!!

I ran down the hall and turned the corner. I leaned against the wall, breathing quickly.

"Calm down. Calm down. He's just a guy…" I whispered to myself.

Yeah. A really hot vampire guy, who's very flirty.

"Who's just a guy?"

I jumped at the voice and saw Blake leaning against the wall, next to me.

"Why do you keep following me?" I meant to yell it, but instead it was more like whining.

"We just have the same class, Alexandria. Why do you think I'm following you?"

Because I'm an absolutely gorgeous girl and you can't help but be attracted to me?? (Okay… maybe not…)

"Ugh, let's just go to class Blake," I said, walking away from him.

"Okay!" he said, running up to me and grabbing my hand.

I immediately froze. I pulled my hand away from him.

"You are way too touchy Mr. Vampire," I said shaking my head.

"Touchy? No, this is touchy…" He started poking my arm over and over again, saying, "Touch! Touch! Touch!"

What are you!? A high school guy or a 5-year-old!?

After he said 'Touch!' about 100 times I stopped walking. I pushed him, hard, on the shoulder. He was taken by surprise and fell onto the sleek floor.

I just stared at him incredulously for a while and he stared back with the same expression.

What the-- Vampires are supposed to have good balance, right!??

I finally burst out laughing (His expression was SO funny!) He gaped at me; then starting laughing too.

"Fine, you want it that way," he said reaching up and grabbing my arm. He pulled me onto the floor and started tickling me.

Argh! Why'd it have to be tickling!

I was incredible ticklish and I started laughing even harder. He was still laughing too. I grabbed my stomach (You know, when it starts hurting from too much laughing?) and tried to push him away with my other hand. He finally leaned away and I tried to get up (emphasis on the 'tried')

I slipped on the floor and fell down on my bottom.

Why couldn't I wear sneakers!? These dress shoes have no grip whatsoever!

Blake's face turned red. He was trying very, very hard not to laugh.

"Don't. You. Dare." I said, glaring at him.

He gave up and starting laughing again, banging his fists on the floor. I couldn't help but laugh with him. We were rolling on the floor (STILL laughing) when--

"Andrews! Sterling!"

Ooo Blake's last name is Sterling? Cool! Oh wait… who said that?

We both looked up to see a tall balding man walking toward us.

Blake stood up promptly.

"Principal!" he said, dusting himself off and reaching down to help me.

Principal?? Seeing us laughing on the floor (hysterically) and not in class? Oh, that's not good.

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