You are in your sophmore year, 16 years old and proud of it. You are the talk of the school and get straight A's. As you walk to your locker, heads turn around to stare at you. You straighten up your clothes, a green t-shirt with a blue puppy dancing on the front, and your jean kapris and along with some flats. You get out your things for your next class and walk to your next class, gracefully.
While sitting in Science, 5th period, your 2 friends dance over and start whispering and pointing to the door. You roll your eyes. Maybe just another illusion that they're seeing, they see hot guys all over the place, and we have about 4 new male students everyday.
"Ooh," Tina whispers to your ear. "He's cute,"
You look to where your friend is staring at; you see someone walk into the door, hand a slip for Mr. Marting, and jerk his head around to stare into your eyes. You notice that his posture is so intimidating. You dart your eyes to the floor, hoping that he didn't see you staring at him. You look at him again, his eyes are caramel brown, his hair, a bronze brown, his muscular body and white, pale skin.
"He's staring at you Crys," Renita jokes.
"Eat dirt," You say, annoyed.
"Yeah Nita," Tina huffs. "She already has Ray."
You see his head snap towards your direction, you try not to look over at him, to see the hurt on his face, the usual that new kids have when they find out that you're taken. But, you look up anyway, you don't see pain on his face, but it seems that he was laughing and trying to keep it back. His gaze holds you for a few seconds, before, thankfully the bell rings, and your friends go sit where their assigned seats are. Mr. Marting boldly gets off his computer and stands in the middle of the isles and makes the "new guy" stand with him.
"Class," He starts as he reads off a peice of paper. "This is Andrew Tim-moose-fire?"
"It's Timosfir, and call me Andie," He corrects, his voice, a god-like tenor voice.
"Yeah, okay," Mr. Marting realizes his mistake. "You can sit right there, next to Miss Crystal Maybleu."
You smile under your lips, trying not to show your satisfaction. As he passes the middle isle to your left side, his scent slams into you like a raging bull. You inhale, trying to remember the scent, keeping it inside your brain, so you could smell it later on.
As he sits down, you can feel the warmth that is coming off his skin and you are not a foot away.
"Class, we are going to learn about supernatural today," Mr. Marting points to two people who are talking to each other, and escorts them out the door.
I chuckle and turn to look at Andie. He is gazing at me with dark, eyes, his muscles tense and his tendons and veins popping out from his hands that are balled into fists. Gosh, what's wrong with him?
"Okay class," Mr. Marting says as he walks in. "So, who knows what supernatural means?"
You raise your hand to give him a hunch, because you know that the people in your class are to cowardly to answer this question.
"Miss Maybleu?" He points his finger to you, as if you were a theif.
"Supernatural is something existing outside of nature, it is either miraculous or devine," You answer half-heartedly.
Mr. Marting sits in his chair and his finger is on his chin, thinking, trying to soak in what you have just said.
"Why, yes," He cries happily. "You are the first to get that right!"
You laugh happily inside and turn your head to the left, to look at Andie. His stare isn't as cold as before, but it is as if he is as surprised as Mr. Marting is, to hear someone say what I just said. He gives you a smile and you turn around, you blush slightly and try not to melt right beside him.
During the whole period, you can feel his gaze on you and you try to focus on what Mr. Marting is saying. When Mr. Marting is giving us a lecture on vampires, Andrew chuckles.
"Mr. Andrew, do you have something to say?" Mr. Marting huffs.
"No nothing, sir," he whispers, head leaning down towards the ground.
The period seems so long that you just want to jump up in the middle of the room and ask him what the heck is wrong with this new student. All you do is toy with your dark brown ponytail and doodle on the peice of paper in front of you.
Mr. Marting gives us an assignment for tomorrow, making a little house on where you think a vampire lives. While he is still blabbing off, the bell rings and he keeps talking until he notices that the whole class is almost gone. You watch in surprise as Andie pretty much, glides out of the classroom.
Your two friends walk over to you, they keep whispering and giggling on how lucky you were to sit by him. You roll your eyes and start walking to your locker. As you're walking to your locker, you feel a hand on your waist. You jerk around to see Ray's hand curling around your waist, getting closer to him.
"Ray!" You huff. "Stop it, people are staring!
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