Chapter 4

The new school I was attending was about forty-five minutes away by car. The building was larger than ones I've previously been to. All the kids wore clothes that were either baggy and sagging or too small and tight.

I kept it simple. Jeans, a white shirt, and light jacket. Posing as a senior had been easy with my eighteen-year-old body.

I parked my car in the back and watched for a moment as the students filed into the school slowly. It's disgusting to see how they now hate school so much when back in the depression many children fought to be in school.

I got out of my car and made my way to the doors.

As I walked, I suddenly felt the eyes of many students flow over my body. I was glad for my looks for only one reason: finding my food source. The girls eyed me with a hunger I recognized, but I ignored them. None of them had anything interesting about them. To them, it seemed the goal to get the most handsome boy on their arm and in their bed.

I wasn't here to join their heard. I was here to seek something. What that was, I don't know. Maybe I'll find out soon.

I entered the doors and made my way to the office.

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The school seemed over crowded, which was weird for a more private school. Students were filling their classes and it was only natural that the office was full of people.

I walked up to the desk and gave the secretary a polite smile.

"Hello. I'm new to this school and I need my schedule."

She didn't even look at me while she consulted her computer.

"Name?"

"Damien Dacien."

She smirked but continued typing into the computer.

After a moment, she handed me a small book and some papers.

"This is your student planner and schedule. Your homeroom is in 206."

"Thank you."

I walked out and went to class.

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I was the last to walk into my homeroom so naturally all eyes were on me.

The teacher was sitting behind the desk and looked up as I entered the room.

He cleared his throat. "You're the new student, yes? Damien?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, take a seat anywhere."

I found one towards the back corner. As I listened to the morning announcements, I couldn't help but observe the other students. They all looked bored to death or too involved. However, I couldn't help but notice some of the ladies staring at me. Some were even rather good-looking. But I could still see right thru them.

Lust… I'll I see in their eyes is lust…

I ignored them as the bell rang for another class to start.

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The next few classes were a complete bore. I've been thru these lessons so many times; I knew them like the back of my hand.

Finally, I reached my lunch period. I never ate here but I still had to sit among them. As I walked thru the large room, I noticed many girls move over a seat or nudge others over. I smirked but didn't change my direction. I sat at a small table in the corner of the room.

I scanned the room with amusement. It was odd feeling that nothing much has changed in humans. The boys looked at me like they were sizing me up for a fight or weather I was good enough to join their foolish little clubs. The women looked at me with desire and lust. One look and I knew what they wanted. A man on their arm that they could show off like a prized horse. There was no love in what they did. Only pride.

I was so lost in thought that I barley heard small footsteps approaching.

"Hi."

I looked to see a young girl holding a small binger and lunch sack.

Her hair was short and obviously dyed black. Her eyes were caked with dark eyeliner and makeup. The shirt she was wearing was a dark red that plunged low enough to reveal the cleavage she was desperate to flaunt. Her skirt was short and seemed barley legal.

Why are no teachers stopping this horrible display of skin?

Nonetheless, I gave her a polite smile. "Can I help you?"

"Is this seat taken?" She asked, eyes looking towards the seat next to me.

"I enjoy my privacy." Was the only polite answer I could think of for 'leave me alone'.

"So do I, but sometimes I enjoy the company of REAL men."

I held back a snort of laughter but the feeling left as she sat down next to me.

"So when did you start here?" She asked casually, leaning forward on her elbow, showing more skin.

"This morning." I don't remember asking you to sit.

"Awesome. What are you doing after school?"

"Going home." Without you.

"Want some company after school?"

"No thank you. I have plans."

She pouted. "Are you sure?"

My patience started to stretch. "Yes." I said firmly.

She stood and started walking away. "Well, I'm here if you change your mind."

Not hardly.

Before I could even relax back into my seat, another voice caught my attention.

"Hello."

I turned again to see a young blonde girl with bright blue eyes looking at me. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans with a small belly shirt.

Again with the provocative clothing…

"Can I help you?" I asked, more sternly than before.

"Are you sitting with anyone?"

"No, but I'd rather keep it that way. I have too much to do to really take the time and talk with people." I hated being rude, but my patience had already reached a thin line from before.

"Oh..." She bowed her head. "Ok then. I'll leave you alone."

She fled before I could apologize.

I really need to watch my temper.

Before any more girls could approach me, I grabbed my things and left the cafeteria.

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thought this chapter would be a good way for readers to see what Damien goes thru in his school life. More to come soon!