Alright, heres Chapter 2.

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Boys and Bullies

"Hate you, I hate you, I hate you Devlin." I muttered darkly to myself.

"Lighten up, Princess." Z chuckled darkly. "Look on the bright side. This could be a good thing, for you."

"Coming from you? You're more moody and pessimistic then I am." I glared at him.

"Look at you. You're pouting and complaining like a cranky child."

"Dev wants me to be a normal human teenager, then he's going to get a normal fucking teenager. Mood swings and all." I crossed my arms and pouted.

"Dev isn't the one who's going to have to deal with it. I am." He growled.

"I'm not scared of you Z." I smirked.

"You should be."

I flipped him off and turned at glare out the window. "Lima, Ohio, Z. Lima Fucking Ohio. Do you know how many vampires wander through Lima, on average, a year? Four, Z! Four!"

He just grunted at me. Moody bastard.

The sleek low-slug sports car glided into a parking space in front of the school with no more then a deep purr. Half a million dollars worth of car. Not that any Hunter cared about money. We could pretty much afford anything. Hell, with our connections, we controlled over half the world's economy anyway. For creatures that didn't exist, we were pretty integrated.

I glared out of the tinted windows at the building that would be my prison for the next two years. "Devlin is going to pay for this. I could crush everyone in the school without breaking a sweat. Everyone. What the hell was Dev thinking. I'm not human, Z. We look human, but we're not. If anyone in there pisses me off, and, let's face it, this is high school, someone will, I'll have to really try not to kill them. They're so damn breakable! And I'm supposed to fit in! He's getting some kind of sick pleasure from this, I just know it."

"Yeah, maybe. Get out." He pressed a button on the dash and my passenger door opened. "Don't forget your stuff." He threw my bag at me as I got out of the car. My car I might add.

"Thanks Z, you're a peach." I scowled.

"Don't kill anyone." His lips twitched in what might have been a smile.

"Thanks." I stared after the car as he drove off.

Turning around, I took a calming breath and started toward the school.

"I really hate you, Dev."

"Well, Miss Larson, everything seems to be in order. Welcome to MacKinley."

I hadn't decided yet what it was about the principal that grated on my nerves, but it was something. He just kind of irked me. And the way he said my last name. He knew that name meant 'money'. Dev just had to put his alias as my last name. But with Principal Figgins smiling at me, I couldn't start cursing my brother right then and there.

"Collect your folder from the slot outside the door, and follow the directions to your first class. It will have your class timetable, locker number and combination and anything else you might need. I hope you enjoy your time here."

I wondered if the principal had a sit down chat with every new student, or just those that pulled up in shiny black sports cars.

But in the interest of a 'good-first-day' I smiled serenely, got my folder and headed out.

This place was weird. There were people everywhere. Teens of all shapes and sizes, pushing each other, running down the hallway. Two boys in red letterman jackets tossed a foot ball up and down the corridor, ignoring the ducking heads and minor squeals whenever it flew to close to someone. Somewhere behind me I heard scuffling feet and suddenly an annoying voice started talking.

"Good morning Mckinley, Jacob Ben Israel, here, about to get the inside scoop on Mckinley's newest student,"

You have got to be kidding me. I groaned internally.

"Seen for the first time, just this morning exiting a hot black car of unknown make and design."

Yeah, that's because it's a special order. Won't find that anywhere else. I smirked.

"Would you talk to our viewers?"

Oh God, now he was actually talking to me. I stopped walking abruptly, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do. What would Dev want me to do?

To hell with that.

I turned around slowly, a cold smile plastered on my face. "Listen, Jacob." I said sweetly. "I'm going to say this once, and I'm going to try to be as clear as I can, so you can't misunderstand. Leave. Me. Alone. I will not talk to your 'viewers' and I will not do interviews. Are we clear."

I watched as he swallowed, and nodded quickly, lowering his microphone.

He actually had a microphone?

And, oh my god, what was with his hair. It looked like orange wire, done in a jewfro. Mental note; avoid him.

Dismissing him, I continued down the hallway, barely noticing how the crowds parted just enough to give me a clear path.

"Whoa! Baby! Where did you come from?"

"With a body like that, must have been heaven!"

Could I not just get to my locker without interruptions? This was getting ridiculous. I snapped my head around to look at the two offenders. Both were tall-ish, and stocky clearly jocks, with letterman jackets, maybe an inch or two taller then me. One had dark skin and an almost shaved head, everything about him screaming his sexual attraction to me. Oh, right, humans where attracted to me. Darklings, like vampires, were always attractive to humans. Something about our DNA, or magic. Either way, humans found us hot. I just rolled my eyes at the idiot and examined the other one. Pale skin, short brown hair. He didn't make sense to me. He made his comments with the other one, but he clearly wasn't attracted at all to me. In fact, he wasn't attracted to any of the girls around. There was no sexual energy towards girls. At a glance, I could tell, he was almost certainly gay, and yet he was pretending to leer at me with his friend.

I didn't understand. But, so far, I didn't understand most of this high school thing. Whatever.

Ignoring them, I finally got to my locker, just down the hall, opening it, just as a boy reached the locker next to mine.

Something caught my eyes about him. I couldn't place it right away, but there was defiantly something.

He was obviously gay. Just like the other boy, the jock, his energy just leant towards male, not female. He was maybe my hight, thin, delicate looking, pale, flawless skin, carefully styled brown hair and extremely pretty eyes. Not blue, or green, or grey, but some mixture of them all. Clear azure, or some colour close to that. He held himself… well, like I did. Straight posture, chin up, arrogant almost. Proud. Strong. This kid wasn't afraid. And yet, he just seemed so… breakable, fragile.

But there was something. Something more to him. Ethereal almost. Special.

I hadn't been staring long, he hadn't even noticed yet, when the two jocks from before stalked past us, the pale one's arm snaking out to shove the boy hard into the lockers. His books and papers went flying as I watched him slide to the ground. The larger boy stopped to stand over him, smirking and leering down at him.

And suddenly there was the sexual energy missing from before. And fear. Choking fear from the boy on the ground.

What the hell was going on?

"Hey!" Both boys jumped, seemingly just realizing I was there. "What the hell is your problem?" I demanded, stepping in front of the smaller boy, pushing the jock back.

He stared at me in shock for a moment. I could actually see his mind whirling back into gear. He grinned, raking his eyes over me.

"Hey, hot stuff. You don't want to stand to long with him. He's a fucking homo. Now, if you'll come over this way…" he winked.

"Oh, please, I'm not your type, and you're certainly not mine." I snapped. "Now get the fuck out of here."

The look on his face was priceless. If I'd been in a better mood, I might have been able to appreciate it. Oh well, I'd file the memory away for later.

I glared after him as he stalked off after his friend. When they were finally out of sight, I turned to look at the elf-like boy. He was scrambling around, trying to pick up the loose papers that had flown from his books. I bent to help him.

"Are you alright?" I asked, surprised that I actually cared.

"I'm fine, thank you." His voice was so distinctive. High and pure.

"What the hell was that about?" I jerked my head the direction the other boys had gone.

"That? That was nothing. Just Karofsky being a creeper."

"Karofsky? Is that his name?"

"Dave Karofsky." We stood up, his things once again in a neat pile in his arms. "He and Azimio and the resident bullies. I'm gay and in the Glee club, so I'm one of the regular targets."

Bullies. I had to stop my lip from curling. I couldn't stand bullying. Admittedly, I wasn't the nicest person around, but I didn't hate or beat on people for no reason either. I didn't hate people. I wasn't overly good in social interactions, and had a tendency to speak my mind, but I didn't bully.

"Cowards." I muttered. "That didn't look like regular bullying to me. What's his deal?"

He tried to hide it, but I saw his eyes flick to the ground before he answered. "I don't know what you mean."

I sighed. "Okay," I extended my hand. "My name's Wren. I'd like to be your friend. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine, but please, don't lie to me."

He hesitated for a moment, then grasped my hand. "I'm Kurt."

"Well, Kurt." I smiled. "How'd you like to help me find my first class?"

Well, I'm going to keep writing this, because it's stuck in my head and needs to get out, but I don't know if I'll put the rest of it up. Let me know if you like it. If you don't, let me know that too :p

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