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High School

Leela sits back up and rubs her head. It was probably a bit red, but she didn't really care. She hears scrunching of paper so she looks over to see Emery sticking something in his pocket. She shrugs, then stares blankly up at the teacher. She was thinking about what Tyler might say to Emery now that he's refused Tyler's offer of being 'popular'. Tyler would probably just be a jerk to him, but she had a feeling Emery wouldn't pay any attention.
 
Emery sighed to himself. He shouldn't have this girl, this werewolf, constantly in repeat in his head like a tune that just wouldn't leave. He should hate this girl, be repulsed by her, but why? Because his parents had told him that werewolves were scum? Because they'd told him never to waste time with a werewolf? Why was it drilled into him to hate all of a species when he didn't even know anything about them? If anything, he hated his own species for being such emotionless asses. He leaned back in his chair and spent the rest of the lesson pretending he actually knew what the teacher was talking about, but he was really letting his mind wander to the movie he watched last night.
 
Leela sighs, and excuses herself from the room. She actually had to use the restroom this time, so she left and did her business. Afterwards she washes her hands and looks in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot so she tilted her head a bit. She then opened her mouth and saw her canine teeth, they were longer than they normally were in her human form. She closed her mouth and she could see the outline of them. "I doubt anyone will notice." She says, it was like this because of the full moon, it was just two days away. Things would get worse than her teeth and eyes soon.
 
As he remembers a particularly gory part of the movie he shudders, and smiles a little. He wasn't even feeling hungry, draining that girl had made him feel better than ever, and he didn't feel guilty. He saw Leela get up and go to the bathroom, and then he switched his attention back to the lesson, which was only a few short minutes away from being over. If he could get through this lesson, it would be the short break, psychology, lunch, science, and then he could finally leave, go home, and just... He suddenly remembered how his father wanted to talk to him, and groaned slightly.
 
Leela walked calmly back into the classroom, knowing that the lesson would be over soon. She nodded at the teacher, then sat down and covered her mouth with her hand. She'd probably have to miss school the next day. She blinks a few times, wondering if she could get her bloodshot eyes to go back to normal, but of course it doesn't happen. She hears a groan and snaps her head towards the cause, oh, it was just Emery. She turns her gaze back to the teacher, not wanting to be caught looking.
 
When the bell finally rang for the lessons end, Emery stood up gathered his stuff together, and left the room. He walked straight to his locker and put his things in, then checked his phone again. Nothing. He stood staring into his locker for a minute, what would his father say? Would he call him a disgrace like Felton had done?
 
Leela walks by herself to her locker, feeling of her teeth. They were sore, as they always were when this happened. When she gets to her locker she looks in the mirror and holds up her top lip, looking as her gums turned from pink to a slightly darker color. She then pulls eyedrops from her bag and puts them in her eyes, the bloodshot parts going down a bit. "God." She whispers using her tongue to rub one of her canines.
 
Emery turns to look at Leela discretely, and noticed that she's putting eyedrops in. He looked back in his own locker, shut it, and leaned against it while staring straight ahead at a wall. "You seem like you're going to have fun on the full moon." He states quietly, but loud enough for her to hear, still not looking at her.
 
"Oh, you know it." She replies, the same way. She scratches the back of her neck and turns to him. "I'm s- I'm gonna.. Uh, go." She says, the word 'sorry' almost coming out of her mouth, she knew if she said she was sorry he would laugh at her. She slowly walks from him and towards the choir room.
 
Emery smiles to himself when she's gone, and walks towards the restroom. The emo kids still there, still smoking, still dressed in black. He walks over to a clear area of the mirror, the emo kids complaining about something, he could hear their music blaring out of their speakers. Was that... Blood on the dance floor? Emery grimaced, then looked back at the mirror, sorting out his hair. He walks out of the restroom and to his psychology classroom, dreading another boring day of the stupid studies on memory. How much more about the amygdala could you learn?
 
During choir Leela lies and tells the teacher that she is sick and it hurts to sing, all so that nobody saw her teeth. She sits down in the corner, watching as the other kids sing songs and laugh at each other, but she couldn't get something out of her mind. What would he have done if I actually apologized? Whatever, it doesn't matter.
 
Emery found it hard to stay awake as the teacher droned on and on about the multi story model of memory, and at one point his head hit his desk because he dozed off for a second. Luckily, it hadn't made too loud a noise, just woke him up, so he started to pay attention until lunch time when he stood up, left the classroom and headed for the cafeteria. He'd probably end up sitting alone again, but, at least this time he'd brought a book with him to read. There was an apple in his bag too, so he could look normal by eating it.
 
When the bell rings Leela heads straight for the cafeteria. She sits down by herself at a corner table and laid her head down, her friends never messed with her when she did this. She always put her moodiness off as her time of the month, it was pretty accurate actually. She sighs, feeling her stomach gurgle a bit. She pulls her lunch bag from her bag and takes out the bottle of water and a banana.
 
Emery walked into the cafeteria, scanning for tables to sit at. He saw Leela sat alone, her friends sat somewhere else, and an idea popped into his head. He walked over to her table and sat down across from her, leaning back in his chair, getting out his apple and putting it in front of him. He looked at her blankly, until a small smirk played at the corner of his mouth. He didn't say anything, he just looked at her, noticing that she was actually very very pretty. For a werewolf, that is.
 
Leela looks up at Emery, then back down to her water bottle, which she was having quite a hard time opening. "Damn it." She curses and slams the water bottle against the table, then an idea struck her. She bit down on the top of the bottle with her canine tooth and tore the top off completely. She then smiles and drinks the water happily. Afterwards she looks at Emery. "Yes?" She asks, knowing he probably wanted something or he wouldn't sit anywhere near her.
 
Emery doesn't reply for a moment, the corners of his mouth raised slightly as he watches her open her bottle the way she did. As he speaks, he looks her dead in the eye, his hands resting on the table. "I'm not going to eat you, you don't need to look so shocked. I'm just a simple boy looking for a place to sit, and the girl, or should I say, werewolf, that hated me seems to be a great place to start." He shrugs his shoulders and picks his apple up, taking a bite out of it. The juice trickled slightly down his chin, and he wiped it off with his hand.
 
Leela raises her eyebrow at him, then shrugs. "Alright." She says simply and peels her banana before pulling a piece off and chunking it in her mouth. She didn't eat bananas like normal people, she thought it was way to perverted. "So, no friends yet, Prince?" She asks, chuckling slightly. She didn't expect that, she expected that he'd take the jock's proposal and join the football team or something like that.
 
Emery shook his head, taking another bite of his apple. "Not really my kind of people." He looks around, seeing the girl that Leela hangs around with staring at them from their table at the other end of the room. He looks back at Leela. His entire family would kill him for talking to a werewolf, but then at least he wouldn't have to deal with their bullshit anymore. It would be a good way to die.
 
"You smell awful." She jokes, scrunching her nose and waving her hand in front of it before she laughs a bit. If her dad knew that she was being the least bit polite to a vampire, but Emery seemed nice enough. She yawns, then snaps her mouth shut remembering her teeth. "Ah, shit." She says, as blood trickles down her lip. "I'm sorry." She says to Emery, then pulls a napkin from the holder on the table and wipes away the blood, she then licks the wound making it stop bleeding.
 
The blood made Emerys head go funny for a second, as he looked at it. He tore his eyes away. He had to have self control. He couldn't hurt anyone here, he couldn't. He closed his eyes for a moment, then re opened them again, and looked back at Leela, the blood now gone but the feeling in his stomach still remaining. Having his parents devote all their time to the twins and his older brother, neglecting him if they could, meant that he had never been taught self control fully, it was something he had to teach himself, and he wasn't very good at it. "I uh..." He coughs slightly, "It's fine." He smiles slightly.
 
Leela smiles a bit, then finishes her banana. She didn't really know what else to say, what do you even talk about with vampires? "Er." She starts but she can't finish because she had nothing to finish with. Before she can think of anything, though, she smells something. Blood. She wasn't bleeding anymore, so it wasn't her. She then looks around and sees it, Harley's hand was bleeding and it looked like she had scraped it on something.
 
Emerys head was spinning. He couldn't control himself, but he had to. All he could smell was blood, he could feel it in his mouth, almost taste it. He turned to where the smell was coming from, the girl from before was bleeding. His stomach tightens, as if he hadn't eaten for days. He digs his nails into his leg while he turns back and glares at the wall, clenching his teeth. He shouldn't feel like this every time there was blood, but he couldn't control himself. Not anymore, he stayed sat, biting his tongue.
 
Leela got up and ran over to Harley. "Hey, what happened?" She asks worriedly. "I just, cut my hand there's nothing wrong." Harley says and Leela shakes her head. She quickly grabs a napkin and wipes the blood from her hand, then licks her own hand and wipes her saliva on the cut. "Woah, what the hell? You know it freaks me out when you do that." Harley says and Leela rolls her eyes. "Okay, you'll feel better." Leela says before walking back over to her seat and sitting down.
 
Emerys eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply, his head in his hands. Chances were he wouldn't make it to the abandoned art classroom, and he needed blood fast. He bit his lip, hard, feeling the blood well up and he licked it off with his tongue. It was disgusting, and he nearly spat but he didn't want to be unhygienic.
 
"Hey, you alright?" She asks him, raising one of her eyebrows. She knew that vampires didn't have much self control, but did it really lead to biting themselves like this. Her head tilts a bit and she bites her lip quizzically.
 

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