The bell rings as the whole class stampedes out of the classroom. Using my right arm, I quickly sling my heavily-pregnant backpack across my shoulder and hastily head towards the the math teacher, who was beelining for the door as well.

"Mr carson!" I call out, and quickly stop as he abruptly spins around, so as to eschew diving into his bouncy jelly-like beer belly.

"Yes?" He asks impatiently, as he taps his foot restlessly against the ground.

I uncomfortably shift on my feet and adjust the bag, trying to make the strap thats probably leaving a slight red line on my collarbone more pleasant against my shoulder. I don't know what possessed me into carrying my enormous history book with me.

"I was absent yesterday for a doctor's cast appointment and I missed  your class. Can you please send the material to me?"

His eyes blankly look down at my palm-to-elbow white cast, with "best brother" scribbled on it in a back sharpie.

"Sure. I'll get your gmail from the school system and send you the material today."

I open my mouth to thank him, but he had already passed through the door and left the room.

I tiredly sigh. I need to check with every  teacher I missed their period yesterday. I'm very neat and well ordered when it comes to my studies, so studying my lessons last minute before a quiz isn't an option.

And to make matters worse, my annoying brother crept into my bedroom and kept me up last night, claiming he was extremely worried for his injured on-the-brink-of-death sister.
And then proceeded to drivel non-stop.

I typed in my phone's password and stared at my school schedule that is set as my background. Physics is next

I make my way to my gray white locker, wanting to discard my history book.  I slump forward and tighten my hold on the strap, in order to avoid what would probably resemble a potential failed back flip.

I near my locker and open it, while I struggle with figuring out how to hold onto the bag while taking out my history book.

I sigh, drop my bag onto the floor and squat as I pick out the book from my bag. My eyes widen as I feel myself losing balance and tilting forward. My uncasted arm quickly shots out and I brace myself against the locker.

Well, at least I didn't fall down on my butt. This calls for a party . I start sexily twerking while leaning against the locker and-

Not.

As soon as my hand gets hold of the book, I stand up on my feet and start slowing heaving it upwards toward my locker, trying hard not to let it slip from my fingers. Damn you, gravitational pull.

I throw my book into the locker with a bam, turn around and slump against the lockers. I bring my forearm up to my forehead and wipe away at the imaginary sweat . What an intense workout. I can already feel the lines of my abs forming.

A high-pitched obnoxious laughter cuts through my haze of lassitude. I turn my head to check out the the source of such a pestilent sound.

Three girls, one brunette and two platnium blondes, wearing what seems to be cheerleading short skirts and a tight halter top, were surrounding blaze. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. He didn't seem the type to openly fool around.

That statement was ,however, immediately debunked when I took a look at his face.

An extremely impassive-looking expression was settled on his blank tight face, as if a lizard wiggling it's way through in a dirty muddy small pond was more interesting than whatever shit they were sprouting.

A choked-half laugh was out of my mouth before I could press my lips together. Hold it in aella. You can do it

I quickly spin around and set out to my physics classroom. I see blaze raising his head and cocking his perfectly outlined eyebrow from the corner of my vision as he realizes the source of that gagged half-human-half hyena sound was me.

I round a corner and slam into a solid rock-hard body.

Aella:0  my accursed luck: 2

"The fuck" I mutter a curse under my breath, just as two strong hands wrap around my waist.

Two light hazel eyes greet me.

"Is this your thing?" He grins, showing off his pearly whites "beacuse I'm sure  you ran into one of my friend just the other day."

"Sorry" I mumble, feeling  flabbergasted with a hint of embarrassment.

I raise an eyebrow "Does that mean you are a vampire as well?"

He looks taken back. "You are a human" he says, more of a statement than a question. "How do you know about vampires?"

"My family are vampires" I state "Foster family" I add, when he pulls a confused face.

"That still doesn't explain how you knew I'm a vampire not human"

"I kinda know what to look at and sometimes I just get the vibes.  Perks of living with a vampire family my entire life." He also mentioned I ran into his friend the other day, and the only one I can think of is blaze, who was obviously a vampire. I didn't run into anybody else. Or at least I think so.

"Well at least I'm lucky I didn't get coffee spilled on me" He said giving me a lopsided dimpled grin.

I playfully swatt at his arms "oh shut up" I roll my eyes.

The red bell above rings above us, and I stuff my hands against my ears as the eardrum-splitting noise echoes across the hallways.

"Do they want us to go freaking deaf?" I glare at bell.

I-don't-know-his-name looks back at me amused.

"Name's ansel" he introduces himself and looks back at me expectedly.

"Aella" I reply back, smiling. "I will hold you responsible if i get late to my physics classroom" I joke.

He chuckles "Well for your information, I've got physics too, and I know for a fact you are going in the opposite direction. Aren't you so lucky to have gained such a new great friend as myself?"

He throws his hands around my shoulders and steers me towards the direction of the classroom.

"You are such a life-saver" I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yeah. Tell me about it" he answers back, cheekily.

We enter the classroom and the teacher claps his hands to gain him the attention of the chattering classroom.

" You all will partner yourselves up for this quarter's project. Find a partner and then discuss how the definition of feminism got altered over the years. Consider the many definitions feminism could mean to people world-wide and what feminism should really be. Write a 7 page essay about it." As soon as he said the idea of the project, the chatter of the students around droned his voice out.

"God why did we have to receive such a dynamic topic? They're so divided I don't know anymore." I state.

( before y'all all get triggered on my ass, by dynamic I meant that the goal isn't as clear as it was before. For example during the first wave, feminism was focused on the female right to vote . Every female came together for that. Now feminists are all over the place instead of focusing on one single area. Proceed onto the chapter)

His eyes brighten up "you know we can meet up later for it! I'm too lazy to think about anything right now."

I contemplate his offer. "Sure that's a great idea! Yours or mine though?"

"blaze's. Our friends are meeting at his for a swim pool part. He's got such a cool pool." He answers back, his light golden hair getting in his eyes.

I give into the urge to softly push it away from his eyes. " I really don't think so" I mutter distractedly " It is gonna be hella awkward with me there, especially since me and blaze didnt start on the right foot. I'm sure he hates me" I sigh.

"Nah. He was just really irritated that day and you didn't exactly help.  He's usually composed. Don't worry about it. Just dont forget bringing your bathing suit because I sure as hell am not studying the whole time while the others enjoy swimming." He says  while running his hands through his extremely soft hair.

"Fine. Give me your phone number so we can exchange the details later." I furrow my eyebrows " Wait a second. I've got a cast on" I say and wiggle my healing arm as much as I can.

He looks down at it as if he has just noticed the cast was there. "Fine. Just sit and dip your feet into the pool."

He flashes me a charming smile " you ain't gonna wiggle yourself out of this."

Oh boy