Thank you for the suggestions. They've been very helpful. The next few chapters are sort of filler; they're short and don't seem too important, but they're transitions into the more exciting stuff. I promise. Thanks again for the comments and I continue to welcome any feedback you have (Compliments, suggestions, criticism, etc.). Thanks!


Sleep seems to be avoiding me like the plague tonight. It's one of those nights where I can't leave my mind to rest and keep the persistent thoughts from pushing into my mind. I give up, roll over onto my back, and take a deep breath. Images of Patrick invade my brain. I think back to the night of the dance and the memory makes butterflies flutter around my stomach just like they did that night. I remember the way he stared the first time he saw me in that black dress. Normally I would have called him a pig, but I felt pretty and the way he looked at me just reinforced that feeling, so I left it alone.

Patrick scares me. But not for the reasons he scares everyone else. I don't believe any of those stupid rumors for a second. He knows the taste of human flesh? What the hell? What idiot made that one up?

He scares me because I have no idea what he feels. I don't know what his motives are. What does he think he is going to get by being with me? Normally when a guy intends to screw a girl over he puts on a brilliant facade of a guy who is in love. Patrick isn't claiming to be in love with me, but he isn't exactly disinterested either. But then again, can I trust him? Every time I turn my back I turn back again to find him with another girl. He has a history of being with a lot of girls, which makes me think I might just be another one to add to his list. After all, he didn't actually deny it when I suggested that tonight. I don't know where I stand. And that scares me.

While Patrick may scare me a little bit, the sappy thoughts that have begun to turn my brain to mush are just downright terrifying.

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"Talk about Freaky Friday moment," says my sister as she barges through the half-closed bathroom door and checks herself out in the mirror, "I'm ready and waiting on you to….finish looking at yourself in the mirror?" she observes, her eyes widened in amazement. I roll my eyes at her as I grab my book bag off the floor near the door and push past her to the hallway.

"Let's go," I mutter.

"No, no. If you want to take a few extra minutes to make yourself look good for Patrick I can let you. Who am I to stand in the way of your being human for once."

"I'm leaving!" I call to her as I make my way down the hallway. I know Bianca is excited for the day she finally gets her license and it is times like these that make me just as excited for that day.

By the time she catches up to me, I have the car started and the music blasting. She slides into the passenger seat, lip gloss in hand, and turns down the music. I shoot her a glare but do nothing except put the car into drive and pull away from the curb.

"It's okay if you like him, you know. I mean, he's actually cute. Don't you think? What am I saying, of course you do!"

I remove my focus from the road for a second to glare at her, "My eyes don't exactly bleed when I look at him," I admit with a shrug. At this point I am responding purely to shut her up.

"Aw, Kat that's sweet. I am sure he'd be so flattered," she returns sarcastically as she unscrews her lip gloss and pulls the mirror down. I wait until the lip gloss touches her lips and then swerve just sharply enough for it to be drawn all over her chin. I offer an innocent shrug and a smile in return for the dirty look I receive.

"Whoops."