Ilce - I'm back! Sorry I took so long to update I hope this makes up for it! Oh, and if you seriously haven't figured out the pairing in this fic you're even weirder than me.

Phillip's POV

"Hey Poppy," I said falling into step with her as we walked down the halls of our new school towards lunch. It turns out I have every morning class with James.

"Hey Phil," She said smiling "What are you doing for lunch?"

Oh yeah I forgot to tell her, "You know that boy that I'm partners with in our first class?" She nodded, "He invited us to have lunch with him."

"Have fun," She said looking vaguely annoyed.

"I said us, not me Poppy, he invited both of us," I said shaking my head at her.

She beamed at me, "Ok then, his name is James right? I bet he's going to be fun to be around," As she began her ranting I tuned out and made it too the cafeteria without having to bang my head against the wall which she probably would have ignored.

She gave me a grin when I grimaced at the chaos they call a cafeteria. She however seemed to be in a helpful mood because she began scanning the cafeteria, either that or she just wanted more time to hit on James, which seemed much more likely.

I smirked, grabbed her arm and headed towards the back of the cafeteria, she frowned at me and looked like she might tell me off until I said, "Hey James."

"Hello Phil," He smiled lightly at me then frowned, "Is your sister capable of disappearing?"

"She'll be back in a minute," I said rolling my eyes and sitting down "Are people staring at me?"

"Yup," He told me with a vaguely amused expression "Their probably thinking your either brave or insane."

I raised my eyebrows at this and he continued, "I did say I don't have many friends didn't I? Therefore I never sit with anyone."

At that Poppy came back with a tray and sat down by me.

James took his turn to raise his eyebrows, "No offense but I doubt you can eat that much."

Poppy gave him a charming smile and I rolled my eyes, it began again.

"It's for me and Phil," She kept right on smiling.

"That makes more sense I suppose," He told her turning back to me.

Poppy's expression showed disbelief, no one had ever simply turned away from her. She got over it quickly however and handed me a drink and something to eat.

It was a sandwich and a pop. I raised an eyebrow at Poppy, "Are you trying to say something with your food choice?"

"Yes, no more passing out in your room looking like you're dead," I thought I heard James make a choking noise and looked over to see him looking shocked.

"Sorry about that, I had a bad day yesterday," I said wondering why he looked so guilty.

"What happened?" He asked that same guilt in his eyes.

I shrugged, "I don't really know. I just remember someone attacking me outside a store, then waking up in bed to Poppy screaming her head off that I was dead."

I rolled my eyes, Poppy glared at me and retorted "Well what was I supposed to think? You were ice cold and pale as a sheet."

"You didn't even try waking me up and decided I was dead," I shot back "Not to mention that after I woke up you saw me and then started screaming that I was a zombie."

James snorted at that, and a couple of girls came up and started talking to Poppy, she got up but before she left she looked at me and said, "Seriously Phil eat something."

"Yes ma'am," I said with a mock salute and took a bite of my sandwich to appease her.

She nodded and walked off after the other girls.

When she was gone James said, "At least she cares, some siblings probably wouldn't of even thought twice about it."

"True," I admitted taking another bite of my sandwich.

James POV

Poppy handed Phil a sandwich and a pop making him raise an eyebrow at her.

"Are you trying to say something with your food choice?" He asked her.

"Yes, no more passing out in your room looking like you're dead," I choked and Phil turned to me with a soft expression.

"Sorry about that, I had a bad day yesterday," he told me.

"What happened?" I asked him my voice laced with guilt.

He shrugged, "I don't really know. I just remember someone attacking me outside a store, then waking up in bed to Poppy screaming her head off that I was dead."

He rolled his eyes at that and Poppy glared at him before saying, "Well what was I supposed to think? You were ice cold and pale as a sheet."

I only felt worse when I heard this.

"You didn't even try waking me up and decided I was dead," He said sharply "Not to mention that after I woke up you saw me and then started screaming that I was a zombie."

Now at that I couldn't help but snort, I had in to way come close to turning him into a zombie.

She became distracted when a couple of girls came up to talk to her but after she got up to leave she turned back to and said, "Seriously Phil eat something."

He mock saluted her and took a bite of his sandwich and said, "Yes ma'am."

She however nodded seeming content and followed the other girls.

When she had left I told him, "At least she cares, some siblings probably wouldn't of even thought twice about it."

"True," He said biting into his sandwich again.

"What do you have next?" I asked him.

He looked up, swallowed, and pulled out a slip of paper looking down at it and said, "Biology."

I wasn't sure whether to be pleased or freaked out that he was in another of my classes. I decided that pleased was better.

"Well at least you won't get lost getting to class or get confused in it," I smiled.

"Why won't I get confused in class?" He challenged.

"Because once again I'm the only one without a partner," I smirked.

"Well then it looks like I already know my biology partner," He said with a slight roll of his eyes.

"Come on the bell will ring in a minute," I said standing up.

He raised an eyebrow but followed swallowing the last of his lunch.

We had just made it out of the cafeteria and a little ways down the hall when the bell rang.

"Exactly one minute," He commented giving me a half way suspicious look, "Kind of strange you got that perfectly."

"Is it?" I answered wondering how I could slip up so easily.

"How could it not be?" He said softening his voice.

I walked into class and decided on a slightly dangerous course of action, "I guess it is strange."

It took about eight minutes for the class to get settled and for the teacher to seat Phil by me.

"I hate this teacher he's always making us start things off right away," I thought with a grimace.

Phil's POV

"Exactly one minute," I commented "Kind of strange you got that perfectly."

"Is it?" He asked looking uneasy.

I felt pretty bad about making him uneasy but said with a significantly softer voice, "How could it not be?"

He walked into class and I thought that I wouldn't be getting an answer when he said, "I guess it is strange."

After the teacher had finally seated me, with James, I noticed that he was grimacing.

I was the tiniest bit uncomfortable because the tables forced us to sit almost right against the person next to us.

I sighed and took a deep breath and smelled something familiar.

I frowned a little, I couldn't place the smell and it smelled pretty darn good. My frown deepened, I felt like I should be able to place that scent.

The teacher seemed pretty happy and, from what I could tell, said to everyone's delight and surprise that we were free to talk so long as we stayed seated.

James seemed to notice that I was deep in thought and didn't say anything.

Last night. It suddenly hit me and with a rush I remembered the rest of what happened.

Being pinned to a wall. Getting bit. Trying to get away and them tightening their grip. Not wanting to believe it was a vampire. They way he smelled.

I was finally able to place the smell from just now and the smell from last night as one in the same.

"But why would James smell like the person who attacked me?" I wondered pushing away the thought that he might have been the one who attacked me.

"But he might have," whispered that traitorous little voice in the back of my mind.

I shook my head and sighed. I looked up to see James with his head tilted down looking a little paler than was normal, from what I've seen, and as far as I could tell he was ashamed.

James' POV

After Phil was seated next to me I got a bit nosy and decided to see what he was thinking about.

He was a little uncomfortable being seated this close to me.

He sighed and seem confused as he recognized the way I smelled.

I grinned a little when he thought that I smelled good, but my smile was short lived.

He remembered everything in a flash yet even despite that he pushed back the thought that I had attacked him, but something in me pushed forward and whispered to his mind, "But he might have."

I pulled out of his mind looking down at the desk in shame.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a slender hand rest on my knee.

Phil offered me a half smile and looked down at the desk awkwardly.

I couldn't help but wonder why he would be worried about me rather than himself.

"You okay?" He asked me with a half nervous smile.

"I'm fine, but you seem pretty stressed out. Anything you want to talk about?" I asked, hoping to God or whatever deity may be listening to me that he wouldn't ask about yesterday.

No such luck, if God did exist he obviously hated me.

"Were you at the Seven-Eleven where I was attacked yesterday night?" He asked me quietly.

Lying seemed like the easiest answer, but I just couldn't bring myself to lie right then, "Yeah, I was."

Ilce - Cliffy!