I tapped my foot to the beat as I fluttered around the kitchen. I had been like this for several nights now, just feeling anxious and needing to get it out of my system. Because of it, I had asked the headmaster if it would be okay that I teach a cooking class. Said headmaster knew I wouldn't bite anyone, since I'm only 1/2 vampire and don't need blood, so he agreed.

So, the class starts in two hours.

And, currently, I have no idea what to make.

I sighed and leaned against the island. The techno music was working on my nerves.

It abruptly stopped, and a worried voice asked, "You okay?"

I looked up through my brown hair, my purple eyes landing on worried emerald. Takuma leaned against the island, face close to mine.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I sighed, stood up and ran a hand through my already messy hair.

Takuma didn't look convinced. "I don't believe you."

"Believe what you want, just be quiet about it so I can think." I bit my lip, trying to think.

Takuma was silent for a moment, then he vanished for a moment. I jumped when he appeared in front of me.

"You scared me." I pressed a hand to my fluttering heart.

He grinned. "Not sorry."

He leaned in and kissed me gently. I didn't do anything, but let him. He pulled away, disappointed by the lack of response.

"Angel?" He asked softly.

"I just...this is bugging me like crazy, and I don't know what to do." I mumbled, burying my face in my hands.

He pulled me into a hug. "Let me help."

"You're a vampire. I don't think the headmaster would let you." I mumbled into his chest.

"I'm also the vice president. I think it's okay."

"You could bite someone."

"Not with you right there."

"The girls would freak out and not pay attention."

"Just leave it to me, okay?" He lifted my chin up so we were eye-to-eye.

I slowly smiled at his encouraging look. "Okay. Just don't screw everything up, please."

"Have a little faith." He kissed me.

This time I kissed back.

While the students were in class, and the vampires still "asleep" (which almost all of them weren't) Takuma and I walked to the room where we'd be cooking.

I pushed up my sleeves, grabbed a pin out of my pocket to pull back my bangs, then leaned against the island and started flipping through the cook book.

"You can cook, right?" I asked, astonished that I had never asked.

"A little." He replied.

"Enough so I can trust you won't burn down the kitchen?"

"Yes, Angel-chan." He sighed, smiling.

I rolled my eyes. "If you say so."

About ten minutes later, the teens came in, chattering about their classes. They all froze at Takuma standing next to me, flipping through the cook book.

"Uh, Angel-sensei, what's Ichijo-sama doing here?" One asked.

"Helping." I replied.

At this girls shrieked and raced for him. Takuma simply smiled at my raised eyebrow.

"Ichijo-sama! Can you help me today?" One begged.

"No! He's going to help me!" Another argued.

I looked at the three boys that took the class. They looked disappointed and jealous.

"Hey, Jun, Aoi, Kyo." I walked up to the boys.

"Hi Angel-sensei." Kyo said glumly.

"Don't be depressed," I patted his shoulder. "I betcha there's a girl who is not obsessed with the Night Class."

"Who?" Aoi asked, just as miserable.

I grabbed his head and pointed it at a girl. I knew her name to be Kara, a shy 2nd year.

"Go talk to her." I nudged him in her direction.

The other two sighed in unison. "Look." I pointed to two girls.

Twins, Akiko and Akira, who I had known since I was young, were completely oblivious to the world, bent over a book at a table.

I pushed them in their direction, then dusted my hands in satisfaction. I glanced at my boyfriend.

Then received the shock of my life.

He had them at their tables and was watching me, smirking in triumph.

I blinked. How-?

"Alright, let's get started..."

Fin~

Day 8: Complete!

Day 9: Going on a date

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