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Time was just dragging on and on today! It was agonizing and even though he had more maturity than most of the students in this class who were acting like this was some kind of bro-fest or something, Evan wasn't prone to impatience and nearly losing his cool for said impatience. After all, he was trapped in a 19 year old's body. . .So there was bound to be some immature, teenagerism in him somewhere. Although, he wouldn't be like the two neanderthals a few rows in front of him punching each other and exchanging some stupid 'bro' handshake. And I return to school everytime, because? Evan questioned himself while firming his jaw and tapping the end of his pencil against the surface of the desk in an almost neurotic way. Sighing, Evan knew better than to look over at the clock considering it probably hadn't moved an inch since he'd seen it last, but it was worth a look. . ."Damn!" He cursed under his breath before biting down on his lower lip. . .He could really use a drink of blood right now to help him cope. . .Almost like a nicotine addict needing a cigaretted but Evan did his best to ignore his vampire urges, especially since this class was full of surprisingly good smelling people. . .And not a single one of them nad drenched themselves in cologne they had to pay and arm and a leg for. Perhaps history really wasn't that bad for some reason, but Evan enjoyed history all the same. . .Especially since he'd seen so much of it in person; Unfortunately he couldn't really share that with the rest of the class.

It was true, Evan had seen many pieces of history from the Civil Rights Movement in the 60s, the great depression, Benito Mussolini's tyranical raid of Italy during the 2nd World War and the whole Nazi Germany thing. Evan had even read about the sinking of the Titanic. . .Back then he'd actually been human but those were days long since past. . .Hard to believe how much the world had changed since then, but Evan was able to adapt to the times being young at heart and what not. Not only that but he'd traveled the world a few times and he'd do it again in a heart beat, but for now he'd elected to go to school for reasons he wasn't quite sure of at this point, but there had to be some benefit to it all. . .Not like he hadn't been before in the first place. Although, right about now he was seriously regretting that decision, but Evan also told himself that it was only one more hour that he had to endure before returning 'home'. . .Then do it all again tomorrow but different class and different people. I'm still not sure whether that's a good thing or not. He thought to himself before sliding the Ray-Ban sunglasses off his face and setting the on the table besides his brand new History book and white binder. Having now revealed his stunning brownish-greenish-yellowish eyes, Evan simply leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. I sure do blend in well. He thought to himself while raising an eyebrow at the 'bro-fest' boys from earlier who were now doing much the same thing Evan was doing. Revolting as it was, Evan remained in the same position before daring another glance at the clock, but something else caught his attention before his mind was able to comprehend what time it was.

The door to the history classroom swung in and Evan was almost immediatly struck with that divine scent he'd smelt earlier. "No way." He snorted under his breath before turning his eyes to see who it was that had entered the classroom. Girl from psychology. What a cruel world this was!! Even worse was that she had no other option but to sit beside him. This must be some kind of test. Evan was convinced that it was. . .He'd only been joking earlier but somehow fate was playing a cruel joke on him now. Excellent! Now this class was going to take twice as long as it would otherwise, but Evan was almost confident that he'd make it through this class period to see another day. . .As for the girl? Well that was still up in the air. Either way, Evan knew that if it got to be too much, he could always drop the class and fill the gap with something else. Yeah, that seemed like a novel idea. As she got closer, Evan clenched his fists and jaw ever so slightly, but the most amazing part about it was that she seemed to pay him no mind even as she sat down. If only she knew what she was doing to him at the moment. Trying his best to ignore her presence at first, Evan knew that was impossible and his eyes were immediatly drawn to his favorite pair of sunglasses. . .However, that wouldn't work this time considering he'd have to turn his head to just stare at her like a bonefied creep. Although, looking at her form the corner of his eye was more socially acceptable and not nearly as weird to say the least, even if Evan didn't really care about being completely weird at this point.

Watching her for a moment, there appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary about her. . .Then why in the hell did she smell so flipping good? It was beyond Evan but try as he might, he couldn't keep his eyes off that little vein in her neck. . .The vein that was pumping her red, warm and sweet, sweet blood through the rest of her body. Oh man! What Evan wouldn't do for just a taste! In his attempt to try and derail any thoughts of eating, Evan forced himself to look towards the front of the classroom just as the teacher burst over the threshold in a hurried fit. "Sorry I'm almost late. He apologized while fumbling around with all of his stuff. Yes! Perfect! This guy would be the best distraction if kept bouncing and flailing around like a complete imbecil. "Traffic coming here was crazy." At this, Evan just raised an eyebrow and he couldn't help but mentally snort. In this poe-dunk town? The most traffic this place probably saw was one lost trucker driving through and that one family who had nine kids that Evan had heard about shortly after moving in. They must have been mormon or something. No matter, as Mr. . .Well he hadn't introduced himself began fiddling around with the last of his luggage, Evan simply pursed his lips and sat up in his seat before stealing another glance at the temptress beside him. There was nothing incredibly threatening about her other than the way she smelt. . .She was cute for a human but other than that she just seemed normal. . .Unaware and uninterested in anything but what the teacher was writing on the board, which was his name. . .Although, Evan did have to admit that aside from her natural blood smell, her shampoo did smell delightful.

As Mr. White slowly began easing into his first lecture of the year, Evan slowly began tuning him out in exchange for something a little more enticing, however when she began talking to him quietly, Evan wasn't quite sure what to say. The last thing he wanted to do was open his mouth considering that just might be the end of, well, everything, but he also knew better than to look like a complete deer in the headlights. Still having said nothing, Evan knew the answer to her question but still he had said nothing. Great going! He quickly scolded himself while looking over at the expectant girl. Well, she seemed nice enough and there was no doubt that she deserved a response, but Evan couldn't help but wonder why she'd suddenly decided to talk to him. . .Probably just to be friendly but why couldn't this be like a normal college class where you ignored those around you? "Uh." You could barely hear the noise that escaped his lips, but Evan decided to try and engage her in conversation even if he was taking a risk, and it wasn't getting caught by the teacher. "Uh, yeah. . .Yeah I think so." Evan finally managed a little awkward, but it was better than nothing. For his looks, this girl probably thought he was socially inept as hell, but you would be too if you wanted to eat the person who was trying to engage you in conversation. As a bout of silence lingered between them, Evan glanced up at the front of the classroom before looking back at the girl beside him. Where was the harm in trying to speak with her again? He'd done it once, whose to say he couldn't do it again. . .In the very least he could at least introduce himself and ask her her name so he could stop referring to her as 'the girl'.

"You sat down in front didn't you?" That wasn't exactly what he was going for and it was evident on his face, but Evan quickly blazed past that; feeling more confident in his abilities no less. "I'm Evan Armstrong by the way. . .And you are?"

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Ugh! Math classes were just so. . .ugh! There wasn't one redeeming quality Ian could find about any form of math. . .It was like his kryptonite to say the least and he'd already been completely dreading this class for a whole 10 minutes. College Algebra hadn't been too bad for the first few weeks but once they got past what was basically supposed to be 'review', things took a sharp turn. However, Ian had managed to pull it out with a C but it hadn't been an easy road, and judging by the way half of the people looked in this class pre-calclus wasn't going to be much fun either. Prior too, Ian had heard a few horror stories about this class. . .One person had even gone far enough to say that calculus was easier, but there was a part of Ian that wasn't intending upon finding out. Why did I even sign up for this class? Ian contemplated while yawning and resting his cheek in his left hand. To think, right now he could be back in his dorm watching television, but at the same time he could be bagging groceries at King Soopers and earning minimum wage. . .Dibs not. Although, while entertaining the idea of twiddling his thumbs instead of leaning against his one arm, Ian figured that if this class became too tough within the next few weeks, he could always drop the class and do something else. But Ian Andrews is not a quitter." He said to himself but not as quietly as he intended considering the slightly awkward kid next to him shot him a strange glance. Narrowing his eyes, Ian knew there was nothing to look at, especially since that kid was wearing an over-sized Dungeons and Dragons t-shirt that made him look like a complete bean poll.

That's right, turn around like a good little nerd. Ian thought biterly but flinched slightly as a sharp pain coursed through his skull. It was still too soon to start thinking ugly things about people, much less actually saying them. Although, just as Ian turned to look at the front of the classroom he couldn't help but notice that the long, black minute hand had inched its way a couple minutes past the hour. . .Two minutes past the hour and there was no teacher. Maybe this class wouldn't be as horrid as Ian had previously thought. If he still didn't show for another 30 minutes, they could all leave and go about their business. . .Then again, after that thought, Ian wasn't sure how much he actually liked that idea. After all, he'd conjured up just enough energy to shower and make himself look presentable then actually went to class when he'd sooo thought about not going. If he were going to have gotten out of bed because he felt like being a good student, Ian sure as hell wasn't going to let that go to waste. Gritting his teeth together slightly as he thought about it, the door to the classroom swooshed open but whoever that came in, it wasn't the teacher. Sighing momentarily at the moderate disappointment, Ian proceeded with his blank staring towards the blank black board at the front of the classroom. However, the female that had entered earlier didn't particularly interest Ian at first. . .Of course, he didn't see a ratty vest nor a face full of hair so he figured it wasn't worth looking at. . .all that had registered was that the person was female and a college student.

I must really be out of it. . . Ian thought to himself knowing that he'd looked just about every girl at this school up and down at least once if not twice. Deciding to actually look at her, Ian was thrown horribly off kilter when the door burst open again and the mathematical jesus came sauntering in with a rather large, yellow ruler looking thing. "Oh God." Ian whispered to himself while rolling his eyes a bit theatrically as Mr. Poritz himself dropped all of his things on the flimsy table at the front of the classroom. Well one thing was certain. The stories Ian had heard about their teacher was true. . .He really was as strange right down to his pigeon toed feet; the hideous Man-Dals not going unnoticed. Although, the minute he started talking about his class, it was apparent that he was not from around here. . .he had an accent of someone who was from either Boston or somewhere in New England. If anything could be said about Mr. Poritz at this point is that he was definitely an interesting character and Ian would stick this class out just to be entertained by him. Although, shortly after handing out the class syllabus in a hurried manner, Mr. Poritz had started in on the first lecture of the year: Graphs of functions. Okay! That wasn't so hard! Ian could remember doing something like that in College Algebra, but he knew better than to underestimate any math section no matter how easy it sounded. Ian had been fooled many times by that trick, but from what Mr. Poritz was drawing on the board it didn't look too impossible, but it was impossible to read his writing. Great!

"Now, if you'll turn your books to the first page of section 2.2" Well damn the luck! Ian hadn't picked up his book yet and he was certain that most, if not all professors he'd had up to this point usually gave you a couple days grace period to actually go out and buy the book. . .If they actually planned on using the book in their class. That was one of the few things that pissed Ian off about college. . .You paid at least one hundred dollars for a brand new book with crisp pages and a shiny cover so it could gather dust and never get used. Half the time, he refused to buy the book if he got the vibe that it wasn't going to get used, but judging by the way Mr. Poritz was ranting and raving about the 'stretching' of the 'x cubed' graph on page 160, Ian was convinced that he'd need to buy a copy of James Stewarts 5th Edition Pre-Calculus book. Sighing in momentary frustration, Ian looked up at the ugly popcorn ceiling of the second hand classroom, but a rather smooth and sultry voice caught his attention. Unsure of whether it was directed at him, Ian knew he liked the sound of whoever was talking and when he actually looked, he noticed the female beside him gently nudging her open book to the edge of her desk; which was shockingly right next to Ian's. Looking up from the appropriate page and at the girl next to him, Ian was taken aback at first. A girl that good looking had just called him cutie? Well if you've got it. . .you just got it. Ian thought arrogantly but still looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

The girl beside her, whatever her name was, was absolutly gorgeous but not in the Playboy magazine way. . .She was elegant and regal. . .A true lady it seemed. It was almost like looking Emma Watson or Audrey Hepburn in the face only better! Blinking a couple times because he'd realized he was actually sharing, Ian simply nodded at first. . .This feeling of utter shyness and being stuck back in middle school hadn't struck Ian in quite some time. Usually he was quite confident and maybe even a bit of a moronic ass in front of females, but there was something different about her. . .She didn't seem like the type of college girl to drink tequila straight out of the bottle only to get on her knees later, and just her posture was enough to say that. While Ian sure did think those tequila drinking girls were a lot of fun, Miss Pre Calc Book had completely caught him off guard. "Thanks." He stated again, only a bit more confident this time, but his voice was a bit hushed for fear of Mr. Poritz stopping his lecture and shooting the both of them an evil glare. . .However, teach seemed very involved with the somewhat elaborate graph he was drawing on the board at the moment. "Normally I'd have my book but as you can probably see, I'm a bit out of it." Ian stated a little on the light side. At a first glance he looked relatively normal self, just a little under the weather but a closer look revealed some dark circles around his eyes and his hair was a little more messy than usual. . .Talk about your off day. Glancing up at the board once more, Ian turned his attention back to the blond girl beside him.

Ian still couldn't qutie grasp how attractive this girl was. . .It really was like an angel had fallen from the sky and Ian wasn't about to use that cheesy line on her. "I'm Ian Andrew by the way. . .Athletic Training Major extraordinaire!" He whispered grandly before giving Charlie a smile as if to say 'come on sweet cheeks, gimme a name!'

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"Knitted sweaters are so frumpy. Since when did people wanna look like their grandmothers hand made their clothes!? We're not part of the Weasley family. I mean HELLO!" Cleo uttered in a rather high and mighty manner before spotting the panties form the previous post. "Ugh. Hipsters." Cleo snarled. Hipsters and sceno's were a disgrace to the human race and good eye-liner. "And what about those boots? Did she honestly think she was fooling anyone with those?" Cleo continued on while admiring the lingerie she'd just recently decided to buy for herself. "Obviously NOT suede!" She sang in a high pitched voice while holding the article of clothing up to her body as if trying it on without actually taking it off the hanger. "Although I'm pretty sure her jeans were from Abercrombie and Fitch. . .Can't fault her there." Considering Cleo and Sasha had ventured into that store on several occasions. . .Besides, A&F was great. Not atrocious. "And I guess she deserves a TINY bit of credit for deciding to shop in a place where shirts and apparel cost more than fifteen cents." Cleo shuttered at the thought before making her way over to the less scandalous panties. After all, there was no way she was going to wear a thong to this car wash. . .Not only would Mr. Rex and the entire district expell her, but what good was a sexy carwash if there wasn't a little mystery looming around what everyone was dying to see? Hence sexy car wash. Although, as the two girls continued to browse carefully - making sure no pair of bikini bottoms were unturned - Cleo kept in mind that she needed something that was white and had some amount of black lace on it somewhere.

Having grabbed a random pair of yellow panties from a pile of mismatched underwear, Cleo dropped it quickly when Sasha had called her attention to what she'd be wearing to the carwash. It was a vision of beauty! A vision of Victoria Secret perfection, and Cleo was admitedly sorry she hadn't seen it first. "Oh Sasha!" Cleo beamed while dropping the pair of random, yellow 'juicy' garments back into the mismatched pile where it belongs. "It's perfect!" Cleo clasped her hands together like some kind of self righteous nun. "You HAVE to buy it because if you don't, then I will." She said with a playful threat in her voice, but quickly dropped the act "Definitely hot!" Cleo nodded in approval as she went back to desperately searcing for what she needed to replace that damned thong with, which would otherwise be more appropriate. However, after a few more minutes of looking, nothing seemed to pop out and come hell or high water, Cleo was not leaving this store until she found the perfect bottom to match her top. . .Or close to perfect anyway. And seeing as how Sasha was already in line at the register, Cleo figured she better start flinging bras and panties soon or she'd keep her best friend waiting, and Cleo hated making people wait. . .It always made her feel guilty and rushed to say the least; Which often lead to bad choices like buying the wrong shade of blush or sleeping with Marco for a third, fourth, fifth, sixth and on times. From now on, though, Cleo had vowed never to touch Marco's naughty parts again, nor let him touch hers no matter how desperate she got considering Marco really wasn't all that bad of a lover in the sexual sense. . .In fact he was pretty amazing. Cleo would definitely recommend him to a friend if someone ever asked.

"Haha! Yes! Perfect!!" Cleo cackled like a crazy person as she held the little number to her chest like some sort of prized posession. So, yeah, it wasn't a perfect match but Cleo figured it was the best she was going to get at this point. . .Besides she was Cleo fucking Hawthorne! She could wear whatever the hell she wanted and nobody would say a damned word about it except for Sasha. . .But unlike everyone else, Cleo actually respected Sasha's opinion as opposed to those other poor females who thought they had an ounce of fashion sense. Just the thought made her sick. Although, most people didn't commented on Cleo's clothing in a negative light and if they did, Cleo really didn't care to hear about it either. Scurrying over to the very short line, Cleo waited her turn until she was finally plopping purchases down on the counter. "Nice choice." The relatively fashion forward lady said as she began searching for tags to scan. "This one is very popular. . .You were lucky to find it in your size." Cleo simply nodded in a frienly manner. Tell me something I don't know. Cleo thought to herself, wondering if the sales woman was sympathizing with her considering she didn't appear to have the biggest boobs either. Not that Cleo had really looked but it was only an assumption based on the fact that her tatas weren't exactly in Cleo's face. When the woman had finally scanned everything and bagged her purchases, Cleo handed over her parent's American Express card and watched as the woman simply swiped it and asked for a signature.

"Oh snap!" Cleo giggled melodially as she unlocked her car. Sasha was bound and determined to coax an ejaculation out of Mr. Rex and Cleo figured that there was nothing to stop Sasha from getting what she wanted. "Although, how will you be able to tell if he actually, y'know, spluged?" Cleo teased while closing her door and sliding the key into the cars ignition. "I mean it's not like semen is runny like pee nor does it come out in copious amounts." Not that Cleo had experienced anyway. . .But usually she didn't allow guys to relieve themselves outside of her holy grail. And oral sex was always out of the question when Cleo was involved. Turning the key as Sasha re-applied her lip gloss and talked about garters, Cleo pulled the driver side visor down and looked at herself in the mirror before responding: Her make up was still good but she could probably use a little more lip-gloss, but Cleo decided against it and instead schuzhed her hair a bit before folding the visor up and putting the car in reverse. "Mum is the word, doll." Cleo said and would have normally done the whole 'zipped lips' thing but since she was backing out of a parking space, she thought better of it. "Although I don't think I have any garters that match. . .So I'll let you have all the garter glory since we really only want Mr. Rex to look at you anyway and not the other sluts that will be there." Cleo rolled her eyes dramatically as she began driving towards the pizza place. "Besides, it's our fund raiser anyway." Cleo started, glancing over at Sasha before returning her eyes to the road; Both hands firmly grasping the steering wheel. "So it's only fair that we get the most cars anyway. . .Plus look the hottest." It was common pretty girl logic.

"Although, if Santi and Marco are going to be there, I just hope they don't get the notion to wear speedos. . ." Cleo momentarily gagged. Both boys were hot, but she really didn't want to see either of them in a speedo no matter how much she liked them; And Cleo could only imagine how badly Sasha didn't want her own brother to prance around in a speedo; his Italian sausage threatening to slip out at any second. Cleo shuttered once more at the thought before Sasha started speaking again about pizza, sappy movies and underwear. "I say we do all three! I'm starving, I really don't wanna go home and I really wanna parade around in my new skivvies like a sexy little vixen." Cleo said rather chattily while shimmying ever so slightly at the little vixen part. Pulling up to a red stop light, Cleo pulled out her phone and quickly found 'Lincoln Pizza' under her contacts list and pressed the green call button. "Cheese or pepperoni?" Cleo asked as the line began to ring before some guy answered with that oh so originaly 'how can I help you' bullshit. After hanging up, Cleo looked over at Sasha with a smile. "Do you still have those Godiva chocolates and bottle of perfectly chilled champagne?" Cleo could really go for a glass right about now, but she knew that it was best not to drink more than that one glass considering she'd have to drive home when curfew finally rolled around. How lame was it that she was 18 and still had a curfew? Cleo figured it had to do with setting a good example for her little brother, Carson, or something like that. Cleo loved her little brother to death, but she was not impressed with how her parents treated him like he were some little angel when the reality of it all was that he wasn't. . .

"Damn!" Cleo exclaimed while looking herself over in Sasha's full length mirror. "You are one sexy mama, Cleo Hawthorne." She bit her lower lip while examining herself from every angle. It truly was a wonder what a push up bra could do for a girl with a B cup. Pushing on her boobs and the bra for a moment in a less than classy manner, Cleo couldn't help but stare at herself a moment longer in the mirror. "I think I went up a full cup size thanks to this bra." Cleo said delightfully while turning to face Sasha. Naturally, Cleo was wearing nothing but her new lingerie like she and Sasha had discussed earlier. . .However, the girl had saved the matching thong for later since she didn't feel like walking around with her butt all out for everyone to see. "Although, I think I'm gonna have to be careful at the car wash." Cleo said while looking down at her clevage for a moment. "If I get up to fast or something, my boob might just pop out." She said rather bluntly before walking over to the box of piping hot pizza she and Sasha had just picked up. "You know what I feel like doing?" Cleo raised an eyebrow while grabbing a slice of pizza in one hand and her glass of champagne in the other. "Take some really sexy pictures and giving them to Mr. Rex with a little heart on the envelope." Cleo wrinkled her nose in a rather flirtatious manner before sipping gingerly on the champagne and then taking a bite of the pizza, but being very careful not to get any near her sexy new garments.

"We demand pizza!" There was suddenly a loud banging on Sasha's bedroom door; Santi's voice no less. "And don't act like there isn't any because we can smell it!" Marco demanded, but Cleo proceeded to ignore it for now hoping that the boys would be so desperate as to break the door down. Oh yes! There was nothing better than your bestie, a glass of champagne and brand new underwear to kick this year off right, and with a sexy carwash looming, Cleo could only predict that things would go up from here. . .Way up!


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Drew hadn't really gotten the chance to tell Alix where he and his sister were from even though his story would be much the same. . .Minus the reason for coming to Kevin which, for some reason, didn't sound nearly as exciting as architectural engineers and France. Although, at the mention of a foreign country, Andrew's interest had been sparked but even after that he didn't really get to ask any further questions about Alixandrie and her involvement with France. Although, Andrew couldn't help but begin wondering what it was like to travel around like that. . .See the world. He was almost envious but quiclky recalled that Alix had never said she'd ever been to France or anywhere other than Chicao, Helena and now Kevin. Somehow, that sounds like the worst trade off in the world. And despite her seeminly interested and relatively happy demeanor, Drew felt as though it was a bit of a show, but he couldn't blame her for being upset about the move. . .Especially from what she was used to since Drew could relate and all. Oh well, she was here and there was nothing Drew could do about it except try and ease th pain of the first day, but somehow Alix seemed to be taking all of this in stride; as if nothing bothered her at all. It was kind of strange, but Andrew sort of liked that seeing as how most people would be quaking in their boots; himself included. The first day here at Kevin Community High School had been less than welcoming and quite a culture shock to say the least. For the entire first week, Andrew had stuck close to Abe and the other students hadn't stopped staring at he or his sister for the first month! Everytime he and his sister walked down the hall it was like watching Moses part the Red Sea. . .Only with bewildered high schoolers who were obviously not used to new faces.

"Oh it was no big deal." Andrew shrugged casually. "The school isn't that big, as you've probably noticed, so I'm sure you'll get used to it by tomorrow." He reassured her. Still standing outside of the history classroom, Drew figured he better be on his way but Alix still lingered in the doorway just looking at him. . .And he'd be lying if he said that he didn't like it. Not like she was the first girl to ever look at him in that way, or actually remove articles of his clothing, but no girl had ever been quite as mouthwatering as her. Not one girl here in Montana or New York City could compare, that was for sure. Half tempted to take this opportunity to briefly say 'I'm from New York City, by the way' Andrew found himself rooted to the spot when he felt Alix gently grab his chin. Stiffening up like any teenage boy would when being touched by a female, the freezing skin from before hadn't changed before. Even if she didn't have a death grip on his chin, Alix's skin was so cold it actually felt like it was burning his skin but somehow the burning wasn't completely unbearable. Still utterly shocking though. . .Much like icicles were beginning to grow off his jaw, but Drew didn't move or jerk away like he had earlier. Transfixed as Alix studied him, the five seconds she'd actually been holding his face had felt more like five hours and at this point Andrew wasn't sure whether it had been an agonizing five hours or a blissful five hours. Still a bit bemused by all of this, the boy began stroking his chin like a thoughtful man or one who had just shaved. The chill still lingered heavily and even as he nodded a bit distractedly when Alix said she'd catch up with him after class, Andrew was trying to put all of this together. Why in the world was her skin still unhumanly cold after being in a warm environment for the amount of time she had been?

Still stroking his chin in much the same fashion he had after Alix had grabbed his chin, Drew quickly noticed that most, if not all, of his classmates and other students were just staring at him. "Deja vu." He muttered to himself while finally looking up completely to see that, like his first day of school, everyone was backed up against their lockers. Somehow, you never quite got used to that feeling and much like before, Andrew felt like he either had two heads or something hanging from his nose that had caught everyone's attention. Rolling his eyes at their sheer immaturity and naivety, Drew stopped rubbing his chen and jaw then pressed on through the hallways in search of his sister. . .Sort of. He had to talk to someone who wasn't staring at him like he were a fish in a fish bowl or something. All of the blank looks mixed in with those of envy and admiration all stemmed from having been seen with now the hottest girl in school, probably all of Montana actually, and Drew knew this but soon enough the status quo would go back to its hum drum normal but even Andrew knew that would be a longer process than he was ready for, but as for Alix. . .She seemed to wallow in it. If only we could all be so graceful about it. He thought to himself while quickly shuffling down the flight of stairs and back to the first floor. Still no sign of sister dearest, so Andrew decided that he'd just go onto English class with Mrs. Morgan even though he really didn't feel like writing poetry at the moment. "At least you now have something interesting to write about." Andrew told himself with something short of a sly smirk just before he saw Abernathy surfacing from Mrs. Tipton's classroom.

"Abe!" Andrew called as his sister pulled the classroom door closed. "Wait up!" Seeing as how the hallway was now baren except for a few loan students and that one couple obviously french kissing outside of Mr. McAulliffe's Anatomy class, Drew jogged down the hallway in Abernathy's direction. It was obvious that she was unsettled by the new students and even though Andrew was positive Sanjay had her more stirred up than Alix, Drew still felt the need to gossip idly about them for just a moment. . .Not like anyone else in the school building would really understand anyway. They hadn't actually talked to them; just oggled like a bunch of brainless morons. Not like Andrew could blame them but still. Although, when the tardy bell rang loud and clear throughout the hallway, it quickly derailed Andrew's train of thought but he quickly told himself that he'd tell Mrs. Morgan that he'd been showing the other new student to her classroom. . .She'd buy that, especially since Abe had just shown Sanjay to that very classroom. "So, uhm." Andrew started a little awkwardly after catching up to his sister. Scratching the back of his head, Drew looked around the hallway for a moment before returning his gaze back to Abe. "What is up with those new kids, right?" He asked like they were more of a hastle than eye candy. "They seem. . .odd?" Truly Alix didn't seem odd, but Andrew still couldn't shake how cold she was to the touch, which was why 'odd' had come out insted of some other adjective like 'nice' or 'quiet'. "I guess it's probably because they're new. . ." Andrew mused for a moment.

Furrowing his brow slighlty and pursing his lips, Drew then began to chew on the inside of his cheek. Like Abernathy chewed on her nails, Andrew compulsively knawed at the inside of his cheek or sometimes he'd bite down on his lower lip but that wasn't as often as the use of his cheek. "So did you happen to, uh, touch Sanjay?" The question sounded a tad bit strange and out of nowhere, but Drew couldn't help but ask. . .Even though he was positive Alix and Sanjay weren't related, there was definitely something the two of them had in common and it wasn't just their Earth shattering good looks either. Looking at his sister, Andrew would hate to automatically assume that she hadn't even accidentally brushed up against the new guy, but seeing as how the two had acted around one another earlier, it was kind of hard not to. "Nevermind." Drew shook his head, feeling foolish for even asking. No doubt Abe would now think he was going to go all 'older brother' on her, but it was just a question he had to ask. "So. . .What do you THINK of Sanjay?" Geez he was saying 'So' a lot. Raising a mischevious little eyebrow at his question, Drew already knew what his sister thought about the boy. . .She thought he was one hunk of man candy that she wanted to sink her teeth into. Maybe not that drastic, but that's how Andrew would put it. Whether that's what Abe wanted to do or not, one thing was for sure. . .Drew definitely wanted to sink his teeth into Alix, but little did he know that the female in question was dying to do the exact same thing to him. . .

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At the mention of his English class and the corresponding teacher, Abernathy seemed to light up for a moment. A bit surprised by this because she seemed much too uncomfortable to feel even the most remote sensation of excitement, Sanjay was mostly amused by it. Humans were so eaisly entertained, really. . .Then again, when you knew that you were going to stand the test of time nothing was ever quite as exciting as it once was. Although, that wasn't to say Jay didn't get excited about certain things because he did, but he just didn't like showing emotions outside of happiness and all around normalicy. . .Once he got used to all of the delicious smelling humans that is, because right now Sanjay looked like the only emotion he ever showed was pain and uncertainty. Although, the last thing he wanted to hear at this point was 'Relax'. . .He hated when people told him to relax for some reason, but in the midst of all this emotional turmoil, Sanjay quickly realized he was just standing there staring at Abe. . .More specifically her neck but to anyone else, it would appear he was just staring at her face like a complete *****. . .At least until she said something about Mrs. Morgan and daily poetry. "Poetry." He stated smoothly, but he didn't really like the sound of that. . .Sanjay didn't mind reading poetry but he always found it challening to write and even after several years of differenent English classes it hadn't gotten any easier. Probably because he recycled his old poems he had to write instead of writing new ones.

Maybe I can just get by on haikus. . . That seemed reasonable enough. After so many years of being stuck in a teenagers body, Sanjay still tried to devise ways of making school work and things easier. . .Once a teenager always a teenager. . .Literally. Finally tearing his eyes away from Abe as she stared down at her shoes, Sanjay looked up just in time to see Andrew walking Alix over towards the stairs where the history classroom was. Watching them for a moment, Sanjay just knew that the human boy was eating up Alix's little attention ploy. She knew where the history classroom was, Sanjay was certain of that, and probably everything else but she was just leading the poor boy into her trap. Drew didn't even see it coming, which was a pitty but such was the life of a vampire. Even Sanjay couldn't help but toy with the humans a bit. Not because it was fun to watch them squabble but it came as some kind of reflex. . .Something that couldn't be helped. Besides, any normal person would do anything he or Alixandrie wanted because everyone knew people couldn't say no to anyone with looks as good as theirs. After all, Sanjay knew where English Hall was but here he was letting Abernathy escourt him there. In a way he was just as bad as his fellow vampire, but there was nothing wrong with leading the people on just a little bit. . .As long as Sanjay didn't suck the poor girl dry, everything would be a okay. . .Or so he hoped anyway. No doubt the coven leader or the rest of the vampire race would be happy if he were to just keep a human around for companion sake as opposed to their 'true' purpose. . .Blood slaves. Disgusting.

As the two walked, Sanjay kept quiet and to himself; just looking straight ahead and trying to ignore all of the impervious stares he was receiving. . .Some were lustful, aghast, amazed, the usual while some of the other guys looked like they'd either been kicked in the groin or no longer had a praryer in the pursuit of a mate as long as he was around. Truly, they had nothing to worry about since Sanjay refused to get romantically involved with humans considering it was not only taboo but much too risky on his part. . .One romance and he could expose vampires to the world. . .I think not! Sanjay thought shaking his head momentarily before he heard Abe speaking again. . .Asking if he'd been around town. Oh you know! Just for the occasional hunting frenzy and human killing spree. . .Nothing big. "No, not really." Sanjay shook his head. This wasn't too bad. . .At least he was able to speak a little more, but he figured that was because there were so many other smells distracting him from Abe's but hers was still over powering all of theirs, but somehow it wasn't nearly as potent. Truth was, Jay hadn't really been living in Kevin for all that long. . .About three weeks now, which was more than enough time to see the entire town and the surrounding area, but he figured it was just best to stay indoors and make nice with his new coven leader considering he seemed to be a real prick. Although, Sanjay figured that for now he didn't need to go into extreme detail about his past life considering he'd just met the girl, plus somehow he couldn't see dropping the vampire bomb going over too well. . .Not like he would anyway, but somehow Abernathy seemed much more understanding than so many other humans out there.

Standing before the entrance to the ever so charming English Hall, Sanjay was half tempted to ask Abe if she'd show him around town, but then again he might come off as pushy or compulsive or something. . .Especially since he hadn't really spoken to her in depth just yet. We'll work on that. He told himself, not sure why he'd just refered to himself in a plural sense, but he was quick to disregard it once Abe said that they were there. At this Sanjay just nodded before following her inside where the classroom was relatively desolate except for a few loan students picking at their desks and smacking on sticks of juicy fruit. Sanjay could smell it, and quite frankly, the cheap gum smelt better than both of the students combined but Jay couldn't tell if it was because they had gross blood or because they hadn't showered in a few days. Some humans were utterly disgusting to say the least. However, at the front of the classroom stood a relatively plump lady with wavy, brown tendrils rolling nicely over her shoulders, yet it was obvious that she was an older woman, but no older than 40. Standing at the back of the classroom for fear of imposing, Sanjay shuffled his feet lightly as Abernathy greeted the teacher in a friendly manner, who just smiled back in a friendly manner before granding the girl permission to go and grab her things. However, once Abernathy turned to face him once more, it was apparent that his mere presence was still enough to make her freeze up. Just nodding at her response with a small smile, Abe was then off to retrieve her stuff from another room. Judging by the way she had just behaved, Sanjay still knew he made the poor girl obviously uncomfortable and even though it was strange, Sanjay knew he must look and behave equally as awkward as she did.

With Abe's smell now lingering faintly in the room, Sanjay sighed and looked around the classroom. Sure, the teacher wouldn't care where he sat but the students certainly were! They were all so picky about seats in things. . .Picking out and stating which one belonged to them when clearly their names were not etched into the blue plastic. Not that Sanjay could see anyway. Sighing once more, Sanjay was about to slip into a seat near the back of the classroom, but a voice caught his attention. "Ah! You must be my new student, Sanjay is it? Well Abe was right about one thing: Mrs. Morgan seemed friendly enough. Giving her a small smile, Sanjay just nodded at her, but refused to shake her hand when she offered hers to shake. It was nothing personal but it was better for vampires not to touch other humans because they always freaked out about how cold a vampire's skin was. "Sorry, I'm kind of a germaphobe." Bold faced lie but he pulled it off effortlessly with a charming ten million dollar smile. . .One that could manipulate and charm any female within a twenty foot radius. As for this particular smile, Jay was not comfortable doing with Abernathy considering his teeth might have had a mid of their own of he'd opened his mouth more than just a few centimeters. However, around people that weren't nearly as enticing as Abe or her brother, Sanjay was moderately sociable and even rather dapper if the opportunity presented itself. Watching as Mrs. Morgan just stared at him wide-eyed and fascinated for a moment, Sanjay just stood there while the other few students turned and took note of his presence with big eyes and even gaping mouths.

"Oh. . .Well okay." Mrs. Morgan giggled like an old fashioned girl who had just been hit on by the Elvis equivalent of her day. In fact, Sanjay was a little surprised she didn't start fanning herself for the feverish red tint flashing across her cheeks. "You may sit wherever you like." Sanjay just nodded once more, but couldn't help himself. "Thank you Mrs. Morgan." Sanjay smirked once more before slinking into the seat he was originally going to take before teach had decided to come his way. Watching the woman sigh briefly before she turned and went back to the board, Sanjay leaned back in his chair slightly before looking up at the dry erase board. At the top average sized black letters read 'Todays Journal Entry: A Poem About Guilty Pleasures. . .Nothing Inappropriate!' Re-reading it to make sure he wasn't mistaken, Sanjay smirked once more before leanign back in his chair and placing his hands behind his head. Guilty Pleasures? I have plenty of those. . .

OOC: Phew! Finally!



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