I pulled a park into the school ground s and got out of my car. I noticed everyone else had jumpers on as well.

As I walked through school I listened to my peers conversations. Lots of people were talking about the new guy and the rest were talking about the lions or their emotional problems. A lot of people were lying which made it very painful to walk to the cafeteria. I repeated my normal sitting in the cafeteria listening to music by myself routine and headed off to English when the bell rang. I passed Justyn and Dominick, who took one long glance at me then quickly, turned away, I kept walking and pushed my bag onto the port racks and pulled out my book, assignment and pencil case. I walked into class and sat in my usual spot. The rest of the class walked in and sat down noisily. Justyn slid into his seat and dropped his books onto the desk and looked at me. When he realized I was looking he looked away.

"So has everyone brought their assignments?" Mr. Zunker asked. At least three quarters of the class were cussing at themselves for forgetting.

"Did you do yours?" an unfamiliar but angel voice asked. It was Justyn! I just nodded.

"Me too," he smiled. I smiled back then looked back down at my books.

"Did you hear about the lions?" Justyn asked. I nodded again.

"Poor things," he sighed. I nodded for the third time.

"Do you speak?" he asked, getting annoyed. I smiled and nodded. He groaned angrily. Mr. Zunker was soon

standing in front of me.

"I expect you have done yours Ms. Calloway," He smiled widely, showing his teeth. I nodded and pulled my assignment out of the display folder and handed to me. He looked at it and smiled approvingly then shuffled to Justyn's desk. Justyn handed his creased and torn assignment to Mr. Zunker who raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"My sister got to it," Justyn said. He wasn't lying?

"You mean your dog, that's what people usually say," Mr. Zunker said sarcastically.

"Well, I guess you could call her that," Justyn laughed. Other people in the class laughed to. I bit down my laugh, which was terribly hard to do.

"You're not off to a good start her, Mr. Martinez, are you?" Mr. Zunker pushed his glasses up so they were straight in front of his brown eyes. The purple bags under his eyes drooped making his wrinkly skin look even baggier. I guess that's one positive thing about being a vampire.

"Sorry," Justyn apologized, then added quickly, "Sir."

Mr. Zunker turned and placed the little pile of assignments onto his desks and sat in his tall, brown, leather chair and pulled the assignments in front of him.

"Talk quietly for the rest of the lesson so I can mark these assignments," Mr. Zunker said, waited a few seconds then added, "But there are rules, no moving around the room and whispering only, if it gets even the tiniest bit loud you'll all have detention!"

Everyone started whispering to the person beside them.

"So," Justyn asked, "What did you do last night?"

I wanted to say, "Well, you know those two lions that were killed and taken this morning, that was me, I'm a vampire, so maybe you should just shut up leave this town before you become my next meal!"

But instead I just shrugged.

"Please!" He begged, "For God's sake, speak!"

"Okay," I smiled.

"Whoa," he murmured quietly. He was blushing, I knew it, I could smell the blood. The smell still scorched my throat.

"So, your sister really scrunched it up?" I asked.

"Pfft, no, I don't even have a sister," he laughed.

What? He lied. But I didn't detect it! HOW?

"Why did it?" I asked ignoring the questions that bounced around in my mind.

"Um, my dad didn't like it," He answered.

"What do you mean?" I knew exactly what he meant.

"He said 'you should improve your schoolwork, son," Justyn mocked his father.

"What about your mum?" I asked.

"She died at birth, but I have a step-mom," he said.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"It's okay, it was a long time ago anyway," a tear formed in his eye. But this wasn't any tear. It was a blood tear, which only vampires get, but he can't be a vamp. He has blood. Delicious blood. STOP! I thought I heard Justyn laugh but I must have been mistaken. He wiped away the tear and smiled at me. I smiled back and asked, "So, what's your step mum like?"

"She's great," He nodded, "Really loveable."

"Cool."

"What about your family, do you have a mum or dad?" Justyn asked. I flinched. The memories hurt my mind. "They're both dead," I explained, "But I live with my aunty."

LIE!

"Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," I accepted.

"Okay," Mr. Zunker silenced the class, "I'm finished marking this pathetic work you kids call assignments."

He stood up and handed out the assignments while scraping his feet along the ground. As usual I got an A+. I peeked at Justyn's paper to see what he got. A D+! I held back the laugh that bubbled in my throat.

"Wow," Justyn sighed, "That bad, eh?"

"Must have been," I agreed. The bell rang loudly, piercing my ears.

"Whoa, that was one quick lesson," Justyn said excitedly, "By the way, where did you go yesterday?"

"Home, I hate school," I answered.

"Okay," He said.

"I hope to see everyone's assignments this Friday," Mr. Zunker grizzled. Everyone stood up waiting to be dismissed.
"Everyone but Charlotte and Justyn may leave," Mr. Zunker ordered. Justyn and I sat back in our seats confused. Mr. Zunker walked to us and put his hands on his hips. We both sat up straight quickly.

"I understand your assignment was way below average, Mr. Martinez," Mr. Zunker took his glasses off, folded them and put them into his pocket.

"But I only got the notes yesterday," Justyn protested.

"No, excuse, you had the notes, it was a simple task," Mr. Martinez turned to me after he gave Justyn a smug look, "And as usual, yours was above average, Ms. Calloway."

I nodded.

"What's she got to do with anything, she shouldn't be here," Justyn argued.

"I want her to tutor you," Mr. Zunker informed. Yes, the monster inside me yelled. I ignored it.

"No" Justyn and I yelled at the same time.

"I'm sorry, but you have no choice, I'm sure your father will appreciate it if you do get tutored," Mr. Zunker announced.

"My father has nothing to do with this!" Justyn growled and stood up.

"Would you like a suspension on your second day for abuse to school staff?" Mr. Zunker threatened. Justyn sat back down.

"That's exactly what I thought," Mr. Zunker smiled with gratitude, "Make sure you lock the door on your way out."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room. Justyn and I sat silently for a few seconds.

"So," I started to speak, "Your place?"

Because we definitely weren't going to mine.
"Nah, I don't think that's a good idea," he shook his head.

"Why not?" I asked curiously.

"Crazy family," He answered, "Why not yours."

"No family," I said. My hand shot up quickly to my mouth.

"What about your aunty?" He asked. I said nothing and ripped a piece of paper out of my book and wrote down my address.

"Don't tell anyone where it is," I hissed, "And don't bring anyone with you."

I stormed out of the room. I grabbed my bag and walked to my next class. The rest of the day flew by and I didn't see Justyn again. When the home bell rang and walked to my car and slid in. I inserted the key into the ignition and turned it on. The engine roared to life. I was startled to hear a loud knock on my window. I turned to see Justyn telling me to wind own, audibly. I wound it down and asked, "What?"

"Where's that?" he asked pointing at my address on the piece of creased paper.

"Tongala," I replied.

"Where's that?" he repeated the question.

"45 minutes away."

"Can I follow you home?"

I sighed and thought about if he could keep.

"I'll be able to keep up," He insisted as if he had read my mind.

"Fine," I gave in. He jumped into his car and followed closely behind.