"Ugh!" I dry heaved behind the bleachers with Erin standing there next to me.

"If you vomit blood, I'm telling my dad you're a vampire," Erin said bluntly, watching me as I leaned over and dry heaved again.

"I am never having another slice of pizza again," I groaned, leaning forward for round two. This time, I vomited bits of dried coffee ground blood.

   Shit.

"You had pizza?" Erin asked.

"Yeah," I replied. There was silence as Erin stared at me with a blank expression on his face.

"That's it. I'm calling my father," Erin barked. Then he reached for his cell phone in his bag before I ripped it from his fingers and smashed it against the metal bars beside us, shattering the screen.

"That—" Erin breathed deeply, staring at his phone in pieces in the overgrown grass. "That was my cell phone," He said, sucking in a sharp breath. "You now owe me a new one."

"Your father's rich," I argued.

"Yeah, but he nearly killed me the last time I broke my phone." Erin sighed, watching the cheerleaders in the distance through the bars, their boobs bouncing up and down as they practiced cheers.

"Cheerleaders are hot," Erin stated, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "Which one would you sink your fangs into if you could?" He asked.

"Erin!" I snapped at him.

"I would fuck Landon," He admitted with a shrug. Ugh, I couldn't stand this. My stomach gurgled, and I dry heaved again.

"That is the last time you have pizza or any human food," Erin noted. Then, he reached into his bag and pulled out a mason jar full of blood. "Drink up. Practice starts in half an hour." He twisted off the top and shoved it into my fingertips as the urge to hurl became a craving for blood. I quickly brought the jar to my lips and sucked down about half of it before Erin pulled it away.

"Save some. I'm low on supplies in my backpack, and you'll get thirsty later." I reluctantly let him take the jar from me, watching him screw back on the lid and stuff it in his bag. "By the way, your eyes turn red when you're hungry."

"And?" I asked, licking the blood off my lips.

"It means that you are stronger than most vampires. Your kind is powerful. Part of a royal clan."

"You're saying I'm like you, except I'm vampire royalty?" I asked him wide-eyed.

"A royal family member probably bit you," He sighed, avoiding eye contact. It was something he did when he wasn't telling the entire truth. I knew there was probably more he wasn't telling me—something more sinister about the vampire who bit me than I knew. That's why Jessica, Jeremy, and he was so urgent to protect me.

"Adam!" Blake called me from a distance, waving at me in her football jersey. Her curly, black hair barely stuck out underneath her helmet, and she watched me.

"Hey, Blake," I waved back, smiling as she jogged over. She stood underneath the bleachers, wrapping her arms around me in a big, friendly hug.

"Are you two going to practice?" She asked.

"Yeah," I answered her with a hesitant scowl. My stomach gurgled again, and hot blood flushed through my face.

"Have you fed today, by any chance?" she asked me. My eyes widened, confused by the words she spoke.

"What?" I asked her. Did she know I was a vampire? What was she? Some goddess or something?

"I'm a Wiccan if you wanted to know. That's beside the point. I know a vampire attack when I see it." She said, a sympathetic frown forming as her eyes met mine.

"The party. Someone bit you at Jessica's party. Supernaturals like Erin and me can spot a vampire bite easily, and I'm sure Jessica, Jeremy, and—" she stopped in thought. "Besides, I could tell you were wasted, and you couldn't stop thinking about me." Blake batted her eyelashes in my direction and smiled.

"Mind readers. Aren't Wiccans great?" Erin's sarcastic tone made me want to punch him in the biceps. He huffed, breathing and heaving as she watched his eyes glow golden yellow. "I just fed him a few minutes ago." Erin patted his bag, the mason jar still inside with his notebooks, books, pens, and pencils.

"That's good. At least we know you won't run off into the woods like you did last time."

"I was starving," I countered to her.

"Erin should have said something to you when you came to school the other day." Blake glared at him from under her helmet.

"You knew?" I growled at Erin, surprised.

"Yeah, I knew. Vampires are like brick walls. Every guy goes from a string bean to a beefy God in a matter of a bite, and the sudden no use for your glasses, peak in athleticism and testosterone out of nowhere, was a dead giveaway, too."

"You could have just told me instead of humiliating me in the school hallway," I screeched.

"I didn't want to spoil it," He shrugged, shifting his backpack on his shoulder. "Besides, there wasn't much to tell you about until you discovered yourself."

"Hey, are you three bloody dumb-fucks going to practice?" Jeremy appeared out of nowhere, startling all three of us.

"Down, boy," Blake snarled back at him.

"Hey, I'm only half-wolf, bitch," Jeremy barked. "And when do you ever talk to blue-boy, strawberry lips?"

"Go away, Jeremy," Blake snapped.

"I would, but puppy boy's father told me to watch him today." He replied.

"If you're going to be here, you don't have to be a dick," Blake roared at him.

"Maybe you should bloody fuck off, Blake," Jeremy snapped at him.

"Wuff." Erin sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Don't treat her like that," I growled, shoving him. Then Ms. Drake appeared behind us, her eyes locked on mine.

"Mr. Cohen, do I need to suspend you from the team already?" She asked. I glanced at Erin, unsure of how to respond.

"No," I muttered under my breath.

"Good. Don't shove Jeremy again, or I'll be talking to your father and the king, too," she noted.

"Yes, ma'am," I replied, nodding my head.

"Have you fed today?" She asked.

"Yes," I replied, remembering Erin and Jessica told me she was in his tribe the other day.

"Don't push Jeremy again. I know he's a pain in the ass." She glared at him, watching him roll his eyes. "But he'll be around a lot more than you'd think now that you know about us." Great. We were going to get bullied the whole time, too.

"Understood," I said.

"I want to see you work hard, and if you ever need to feed and you don't have blood, call me immediately," she ordered. "Your father needs to speak with you when you're home," she said to Erin.

Erin nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

Her eyes met mine, Erin's, and Jeremy's momentary. "Play nice," she warned. Then she wandered away from the bleachers.

"Should we even bother going to practice?" I asked them.

"Yeah, mate," Jeremy slammed his palm into my shoulder blades. "It'll be fun." Then he pushed me back. "Let's get to the locker rooms."