Elle's POV:

I sit at my desk, tapping my fingers against the fake wood as the teacher's voice drones on. I see a boy staring at me rudely, and decide to ignore him. My best friend, Moniqué, jabs me in the side. I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out as the door opens, revealing the principle, and a half-hidden new kid. I ignore them and fold a fighter jet paper airplane. As the principle steps aside to talk to the teacher, I see the new kid head-on. He has platinum blonde hair cut choppily to just below his ears, and his eyes are the color of the ocean in the Carribean. He's cute in a bodyguard sort of way, but also slim and lithe looking. And then I realize I've been staring. But he's been watching me, too, so maybe it's okay.

And then he grins at me, showing abrormally sharp canine teeth, but somehow they seem...friendly.

Cole's POV:

I'm sitting in the office, waiting for somebody to help me find where I'm supposed to go. For some reason, I decided to enroll here. It felt...special.

A young woman not wearing makeup beckons me over. I cross the room in seconds, my long strides preventing me from really working hard. The woman looks back up at me, flustered at how fast I crossed the room.

"Hello, my name is Ms. Haershe. Are you Cole Rindael?"

I nod my head, glancing around the office.

She hands me a class schedule and a padlock attached to a card stock card noting my new locker number and the sequence to open it.

She smiles widely and genuinely. "Have a nice day, Mr. Rindael."

I give her a kind smile and a few words of thanks.

I jog down the hall toward my new class, not wanting to be late.

I run right past the principal, not realizing he's yelling at me to stop and show him a pass. The man catches up to me and stops me. He repeats that I need to show him a hall pass. I stop, explaining I'm new and don't want to be late to class. He escorts me to first hour Calculus, signing a pass that exempts me from the no backpacks rule 'til lunch.

When we get there, he opens the door to speak to the teacher, and my eyes fall on a brown haired girl who isn't paying attention to anything but me. She blushes as her friend whispers to her, and I smile, showing her my overly sharp incisors.

Elle's POV:

Moniqué interuppts my admiration of the new guy, who's name I find out is Cole Rindael.

"He's pretty cute, no?"

I nod my head silently, blushing and in awe of the graceful and complete control he has of his body. I fall into my own thoughts, a jumbled mess of nonsense, all over this silly boy.

After what seems like forever, I cone back to reality and realize he's been asking if he can sit next to me. I nod, trying not to act interested or invested in the matter, but the MiniMe inside my head is jumping up and down, throwing an impromptu party in my head. My stomach churns with anxiety. I brush a nonexistent strand of hair out of my face, nervous of what he thought of me. I usually ignore guys, but...he feels different. It feels like there's energy pouring out of him, I realize.

I look over, pretending to look at the time on a clock.

And my heart nearly stops. Trailing behind him are what looks like the ghost of wings, airbrushed of ice blue and azure. And they aren't the small, childish things that cartoon artists draw. They're utterly massive. They glitter like they've been dusted in sapphire dust, and when he catches me staring, he smiles nervously and his wings soar against the ceiling, up nearly 6 feet above his head. He flutters them slowly downward, tucking them securely against his body. Ilooked at his entire body, realising that it's all glowing in a myriad of light blues and teals.

I flick my gaze back to the teacher, flustered and in awe.

Who-or what-is he?