AN: Sorry guys, school has me really busy (sadly, my university does summer school and I dislike it), so I haven't updated lately. I'll try to do 2 in the next week!

Once again, PbjRex, without your support, this story would've surely died, and for that, I thank you! I find if you describe those awkward moments, everyone has had them so can easily relate with the situations!

Empress Mimi, I really enjoyed your reviews! Yeah, she is a little dorky, but I wanted to keep her as normal as possible, and which university student doesn't have a little nerd in them (or a lot)? :P Also about the vampire being a secret thing—you'll find out later why I did what I did (so vague I know!)

But for now, I hope everyone enjoys this!

No. No, she was not going to go out like this. Well, it's not like she was dying or anything. But this, it was comparable in her eyes. Her nerves were suddenly taking over and knots were twisting in her stomach. No, Angie decided she didn't want to be here, so she had to give one last ditch effort before that door swung open. This was going to take some serious effort, considering her legs felt like cement and her throat as if someone had stuffed a wad of cotton balls down it. But hey, she needed to try anyways. She began to squirm and jerk her arm away from the door to no avail. Adam took notice, but didn't seem fazed by her uneasiness.

"P-p-please..I-I mean I.." Her throat was beginning to ache and tears were threatening to spill from her eyes.

That seemed to have gotten attention. Immediately freezing, Adam loosened his death grip on Angie's arm and swung her around to face him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, concern lacing his normally calm face.

Angie looked up at his face, no longer able to keep her composure. Tears streaming from her eyes, she looked away, leaving Adam stunned at her sudden outburst. In all the fuss, she forgot about the guests outside, but didn't fail to notice how deathly quiet it was out there. They must've been listening. Stupid vampires and their stupid hearing.

"Angie, please look at me." Adam spoke softly, as if trying not to frighten her again.

She couldn't though. She just couldn't. From the corner of her eye, she could see his hand let go of hers and saw it reaching towards her face. Angie, on the other hand, had other plans and wasn't wasting this opportunity. As soon as his hand was a safe distance from hers, she pushed past him and ran towards the stairs. Not daring to look back, she left the food she had come down for on the foot of the stairs. Tears still spilling from her eyes, she failed to catch the top stair, even though she had used it several times before, and tripped. Flailing wildly, she tried to latch onto something before she hit the floor. Clearly luck wasn't on her side, as she felt a sharp pain rip through her arm as she hit the floor.

"ANGIE!" Adam screamed from the bottom of the stairs.

She wasn't giving him a chance to come help her. Grabbing her throbbing arm, she picked herself up and sprinted the distance to her room.

Finally reaching the comfort of her room, she pressed her back to the door as she closed it. She listened and tried to make sure she wasn't followed, but all she could hear was the pounding of her heart and the muffled sounds of his friends entering the home. When she was sure she was alone, Angie let herself go. She slid down against the door and let herself cry like she had never before. She hated crying in front of anyone; it made her feel weak, but it seemed acceptable now. Cradling her aching arm, she wished for nothing more than her parents to be with her.

After what felt like hours, Angie dragged her now weak body to her bathroom (which, luckily was in her bedroom), but regretted it the moment she looked into the mirror. Her normally straight, brown hair was a mess and strewn all around her face and her eyes were red and puffy. She bit her lip as she looked down to examine her arm. Fearing the worst, she held it up to the mirror, but was pleasantly surprised. The pain had subsided immensely and was replaced with a dull throb. The only physical damage she could see was a slight bruise beginning to form around her wrist. When she was certain that her arm wasn't fractured or broken, Angie washed her face and combed her hair out. Examining herself in the mirror until she was satisfied with the way she looked, Angie walked back into her bedroom, ready to get back to her shows. Exhaustion was clearly overtaking that plan, as all she could think about was curling up in her bed and going to sleep.

Too bad he had other plans.

As soon as she swung the door open, Angie saw the familiar figure sitting on her bed, staring too intently at the TV. It would've been normal, if the TV wasn't off. He must've been deep in thought, as he didn't shift from his position when her door swung open. She closed the door to the bathroom—still nothing. Not wanting to be completely obvious, Angie quietly cleared her throat.

That got his attention immediately, as he sprung up from her bed, clearly caught off-guard.

"Angie, hey—" he cut himself off when he saw her.

He heard her crying from downstairs, but chose not to bother her, knowing he would upset her more. But now, he regretted it and hated himself for leaving her alone. He could now see how much her emotions had taken a toll on her. The girl he had seen earlier looked like she had been replaced with a zombie, with her bloodshot eyes and her expressionless face. Her small frame was slightly shivering and she looked like she needed sleep—badly. He gritted his teeth when he took notice of her arm. There was a bruise that would no doubt be darker in the morning lining her wrist.

He blamed himself.

Angie warily took a step towards her bed, wanting sleep that her body so badly craved. He didn't fail to notice and in an instant, fixed her bed so she didn't have to do it herself. Quickly finishing, he took a step back so he didn't block her path to the bed. But Angie didn't move. She glanced quickly from Adam to the bed, wanting to yell at him for what he did earlier, but she was too weak to do anything.

Admitting defeat, Angie hesitantly walked to her bed and crawled under the covers, closing her eyes. It wasn't very late, but she couldn't care less. Settling herself in, Angie could feel the blanket being pulled back and a cool touch on her bruised arm—undoubtedly it was Adam. After several minutes, his cool touch was replaced by the blanket and she could feel herself sinking deeper into sleep.

With the quiet murmurs coming from downstairs and the sun setting, Angie let go of reality and let the calm of sleep engulf her, but not before she heard a soft voice interrupt her thoughts.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise."