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High School

Emery cocked his head to the side slightly and nodded, opening his eyes again, they were usually dark brown, but now they were just black. He rubbed at his eyes, being able to smell the blood in his bottle now, and he could hear the hearts in the room beating. He grabbed his bag, opened the bottle and stuck his fingers into it, pulling them out dripping in blood he shoved them into his mouth and licked them clean before screwing the bottle lid back on. He looked around, no one but Leela had saw. He wasn't proud of that.
 
Leela grimaced a bit when he did that, and a weird sound came from her throat when she smelled the blood. "Alright, well good thing you're okay, then." She says, scratching at her arm slightly. "So you just carry that around with you? Well.. I understand your reasons." She says, and pushed some hair from her face. Her face turned slightly red, she felt like what she had said was stupid and meaningless. She never liked it when that happened, she enjoyed sounding intelligent or funny. She finishes off her water, then throws it in a nearby trashcan.
 
"It's either the bottle or the vein, and I think everyone in this room would probably appreciate the bottle more than a bloodbath." He shrugs his shoulders, still shaking slightly. He puts his bag back on the floor, and takes a deep breath before leaning back in his chair again. He'd have to speak to his father about why he was having the urges more than he should. He looked at Leela, his face expressionless once again.
 
Leela laughs a bit then shrugs as well. "Yeah." Is all she says before laying her head down on the table. Why is it so hard to talk to him? She asks herself, and it was true. She couldn't think of anything to talk to him about, she didn't know anything about him other than his name and species, so she couldn't think of anything. Besides, there was most likely nothing they had in common, seeing as they were supposed to hate each other.
 
Emery stays leaning in his chair, looking at the wall while scratching his chin slightly. "You said I smell awful," he says, still looking at the wall. "If it's any consolation to me you smell awful too." He looks at her, her head on the table. He didn't know what to say to her, it wasn't like they could possibly ever be friends, he just needed someone to sit with for the day, until he maybe found another friend, or a place he could just be alone. But he was just drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, and something in him knew that he had sat with her for other reasons than just needing someone to sit with.
 
"Let me guess. I smell like wet dog." She says rolling her eyes at the stereotype. "Hm, where have I heard that one before?" She asks, tapping her index finger on her chin. "Oh, right. EVERYWHERE." She says, putting extra emphasis on the word 'everywhere'. It's true it was in pretty much ever movie or book about werewolves and vampires, it was getting old honestly.
 
Emery shakes his head. "Not wet dog exactly. I mean yes, kind of wet dog, but something else, like this-" he leans forward on the table towards Leela, his hands flat on the surface. "-this other, smell, its awful. And I cant describe it, it doesn't smell like anything I've ever smelt. I just know that its not something I like." He leans back in his chair again, putting his hands back on his legs. "Now tell me, what do I smell like? A corpse?" He smirks slightly.
 
"You smell like rotting flesh, so yes kind of. Also you smell kind of like.. Blood? But that's explainable." She sniffs, her nostrils flaring a bit. "And... Ah hah. You also smell like roadkill." She says, shrugging as if it was nothing. She could determine nearly any smell, but that was just in her nature. "It's dreadful, really." She says flipping her head to get the bangs from her face, and a smirk makes it's way onto her lips.
 
He's still smirking when he says "Damn, it looks like I need to get a new cologne then." His smirk slowly spreads into a grin, but then it fades away and he looks expressionless again, his eyes flicker to the floor then back to her. He opens his mouth to say something else, when he hears his name being called. Well, not his name exactly, but what everyone seemed to call him. He turns, to see Tyler's table calling him Prince, he glares at them, and Tyler just winks, before turning to say something to one of his friends. He turns back to Leela.
 
Leela sighs and rolls her eyes at the jocks. "Asses." She says, a little louder than she had planned but shrugged it off. "They're so stupid, and stereotypical." She says, her eyes rolling yet again. "Same thing with pretty much everybody in this school. Like take my friend Harley for example. The new guy comes and just has to go on and on about how 'attractive' he is." She says and crosses her arms.
 
"She thinks I'm attractive?" He says, raising his eyebrows and scratching his chin while a smile grows on his lips. He knew he was attractive. It came with the whole vampiric thing. He turns to look at Harley for a second before looking back at Leela.
 
"Uh, yeah. But don't touch her." She says, her protective side kicking in. "I will tear your head off." She says, this time cracking into a smile, she was serious but she couldn't help but find it funny. "Then again, she finds everyone attractive so don't get to cocky there, Nile." She says, her smile turning back into a smirk.
 
"She's not my type anyway." He laughs, and folds his arms across his chest. He took her threat seriously, he didn't want to doubt a werewolf. He'd heard stories about them from Moira when he was a kid, but she always made it so the vampire won, sinking its teeth into the throat. He didn't want to imagine what werewolf blood tasted like. He looks at Leela, smirking. He hadn't done this much expression with his face in years, but then he never really had any friends. He mentally slapped himself. Leela wasn't a friend.
 
"Good." Leela says, and then mocks his expressionless face. "So do you just sit there like this all day? Never smiling or anything?" She asks, a smile popping on her face. She couldn't help it, she loved to smile and it hurt when she frowned. "Kind of boring really." She says and cocked an eyebrow.
 
Emery adopts his expressionless face again, "I never really thought about it. I think it must be a vampire thing." He shrugs his shoulders and opens his mouth to say something else when the bell for the next lesson goes. Science. He stands up and picks up bag, throwing his half eaten apple into the bin. He looks at Leela, waiting for her to get up. He wonders what her friends think of this, these two sitting together, talking.
 
Leela grabs her things and stands up, walking up to Emery. She was going to say something before Harley comes running up to them. She stops dead in her tracks, though, when she sees Emery. A large blush shows up on her face and she walks over to Leela. "Hey. Um. I was, uh. Wondering if you, uh, wanted to come to my house tonight." She says, she kept throwing glances at Emery as she was talking, which made Leela roll her eyes. "Nope, sorry I have plans with my dad." She says. Plans as in sitting and watching reruns of old TV shows while they pig out on sweets. It's funny, Leela always ate a lot, but she rarely gained weight.
 
Emery smiled his goodbye and walked to science on his own, slinging his bag on his shoulder. He started to think about his own plans for the night, obviously there was the whole talk to father thing but other than that... He didn't want to watch another movie, hanging out with his brother would be unbearable. He could probably play video games or something, but he'd probably get bored very quickly.
 
"You were talking to him? Did he say anything about me?" Harley asks as she walks next to Leela. "No, why would he?" She asks, and rolls her eyes at her friend's sad face. "Did you say anything about me?" She asks and Leela shakes her head. "No, Harley. Look you and him, it's not going to happen." Leela says, and Harley's face turns angry. "Oh my god you're dating him!" She screams and Leela quickly shakes her head. "Never in a million years." She says and Harley shakes her head. "You're lying. You knew I liked him and you just had to swoop in and get him!" She yells and Leela sighs. Well at least she won't be trying to get with him now. Leela shrugs and walks away from Harley, feeling kind of bad but kind of good at the same time.
 
Emery walked into his science classroom and sat down on his desk, putting his bag on the chair next to him again. He got out his science textbook, and put it at the side of him. He wondered just how pissed his dad actually was that he had killed that girl, I mean, she was just a blood giver right? Useless street trash, they could pick another one up within minutes. It wasn't that big a deal, surely.
 
Leela sits down with Ricky in science and Ricky starts going on and on about how 'upset' Harley was. "I really couldn't care less, she refuses to believe me." Leela says and shrugs her shoulders. She then watches as the teacher writes something down on the board about laughter. Something about how laughter makes you healthier or something, Leela didn't really care that much. She just rested her head on her fist and stared ahead, making it seem like she was listening but in reality she was thinking about what she could do to get out of watching TV with her dad.
 
If Emerys dad needed to talk to him so badly, he was gonna make him wait. And what better to do than annoy the town wolf. He smiles to himself, and rips a page out of his journal and writes 'watch a movie with me' on it, he scrunches it up, and throws it onto Leelas desk when the teacher isn't looking. Thankfully, his good aim made sure that it landed on her desk, and not someone elses.
 
Leela jumps when a piece of paper lands in front of her and she looks at the note on the wrinkled paper. She smirked, figuring it was from Emery. She hides the note when Ricky tries to look and then writes a response. 'You know what, I'm bored. Why not?' she then scrunches the paper back up and throws it back at Emery, it hit him in the chest, then fell onto his lap.
 
Emery grabs the paper and opens it, then shoved it into his pocket as he tried to keep his face expressionless. He's never had to try to keep it that way before. A small smile managed to creep its way onto his face, and he laughs at a joke the teacher says. The end of the lesson drags on, as Emery looks out of the window and occasionally takes notes, but his mind sort of preoccupied with the thought of, what would they watch?
 
Leela couldn't help but let a smile slide it's way onto her face. She had plans now, she didn't have to watch weird shows with her dad. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she jumped when the bell rings. "So, do you want to come over today?" Ricky asks, for the second time that week. "No, Ricky," She pauses and looks over to Emery, "I have, uh, plans." She says and gathers her stuff, she then walks out of the room and to her locker.
 
Emery gathers up his stuff, and then walks to his locker, before his phone rings. He answers it, stood out of the way in a corner. "Your car is waiting for you, brother." Fenton states, and Emery looks at his fingernails. "Well they shouldn't wait, I'm not coming home till later." He says, and looks over at his locker, so close yet so far. "Father won't be pleased." His brother says just as Emery hangs up on him, so what if his father wouldn't be pleased, he didn't give a flying shit. When was his father ever pleased with Emery anyway. He walks over to his locker, gathers up his stuff from in there, and turns to look at Leela, smiling slightly.
 

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