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Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight characters. Also, I don't know if I need to add these, but just in case, I do not own Ben Stein or Nigel Spivey. Really.
Calla
I wrinkled my nose. Ugh. Dog. I knew it had to be the freakishly tall, russet-skinned guy crammed into the desk two rows behind me. Seriously, he looked like a jack-in-the-box before it popped out.
I wished that I could just not breath for the rest of class, but someone would notice. I tossed my hair over my shoulder casually, knowing that I smelled equally as repulsive to him. Okay, it was mean and childish, but I couldn't help myself. I smirked to myself as he made a strangled sound.
Besides, I knew that he knew that I was a vampire. There was no doubt in my mind. He was a wolf from the Quiluete tribe. He already hated me just on principle. Well, that was fine. I didn't like him much either. He probably thought that I was ready to suck out everybody's blood, which I wasn't. I had more self-restraint than that.
The teacher came into the class a few minutes late mumbling some excuse about having trouble finding the classroom. I just rolled my eyes along with everyone else in the class. Wasn't it part of his job to know where the room was?
He began to hand out the syllabus. "My name is Mr. Lemming and this is Art History I."
Mr. Lemming? How fitting. He was a mousy looking man in a brown tweed suit.
"We will start by studying prehistoric art and continue through the early Renaissance," Mr. Lemming continued in his irritating nasally monotone. Think along the lines of Ben Stein, but a hundred times worse. He flicked off the lights and turned on the overhead projector. "Today, we will be watching a documentary on cave paintings. I expect everyone to take notes because this will be on the test."
Cave paintings, how scintillating.
Everyone, after a collective silent groan, pulled out their notebooks and pens. Lemming hit play and Nigel Spivey popped up onto the screen talking about the day images were born. At least it was better than listening to Lemming drone on in a lecture.
Jacob
She flipped her hair over her shoulder again, sending another wave of overly sweet stink my way. She did that on purpose, flicking her hair over her shoulder. But there was nothing I could do. Not in a classroom full of people who didn't know that werewolves and vampires were real, anyway. I just clenched my fists and hoped that I would see her out in my territory…
In the background, there was some British dude talking about how people were sitting in caves in the dark and it made them hallucinate, and from these hallucinations were where cavemen got the idea for their drawings. When I got home, Rachel was going to get an earful.
But I was hardly concentrating on the film. Even though Mr. Lemming had turned the lights off, I could still see clearly thanks to my sensitive eyes. The bloodsucker was doodling away in her notebook. When she shifted in her seat, I could see that she was drawing a very accurate portrait of Lemming. He was jumping off a cliff, following his furry namesakes into a rushing river. I smiled a little in spite of myself. At least she had a sense of humor.
But then she started pulling her hair into a ponytail, and my smile faded as the smell washed over me again. Funny or not, she was still a bloodsucker.