Vampire high (open and accepting!)

[Blood_Always_Tells]

As I walked down the hallway, I was stopped by a group of boys that had come crashing through a classroom door. There were five of them, and they were all hotties. But then again, all vampires look absolutely perfect, with the gold eyes, the pale skin, and the perfect facial features. However it was their personalities that made all the difference.
One of the boys looked up at me from the dogpile that were his friends. His mouth dropped open, and I rolled my eyes.
"What?" I yelled, irritated, and the other boys looked up at me, the same expression on all of their faces: gaping mouths and wide eyes. "You never seen a girl before?"
One of the guys, the guy on the top of the pile, got up and brushed the dust from his clothes.
"Sorry about my friends, they can be real dickheads sometimes," he said, his voice like honey and velvet with an English accent. My mouth gaped slightly at this. He was obviously the cutest boy in the group, with black curly hair, accentuated (exceedingly) facial features, and a really nice bod, but he looked only "18" (who knew how old he really was). However, he was adorable. "My name's Damien. Damien Fletcher. Nice to meet you," and he held out his hand for me to shake
I hesitated, then held out my hand as well and grasped his.
"Nice to meet you too, Damien," I said.
"You haven't told me your name," he muttered, a smirk on his face. I exhaled slightly. 'Wow,' I thought. 'This guy's pretty good.'
"My name's Kayley O'Sullivan," I replied, smiling back.  

[Blood_Always_Tells]

"Nice to meet you, Kayley," said Damien, the cute smirk again planted on his face. "Hey, what's your first period?"
"Um..." I began, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper that was my schedule, "Gym. You?"
"Same," he replied, and I smiled. He pulled out his bookbag from under the pile of his friend's bookbags, sling it over his shoulder, and gestured for me to start walking. Apparently we were walking to first period together. 'Cool,' I thought.
"So, where you from?" he asked as he walked down the hallway.
"I was born in England," I replied. "But I moved to America a long, long time ago. This is my first time here at Vampire High. I didn't even know this place existed."
"Really?" he asked, sounding interested. "Interesting...how old are you?" he asked suddenly.
"It's not polite to ask a woman her age," I retorted, smirking. He smiled, obviously amused.
"Well, they're are exceptions to every rule, like you have to be 30 or older for that question to be impolite. Unless you're over that age?" he added, glancing at me.
"Oh, I'm far over that age," I said, raising my eyebrows in amusement.
"Are you going to tell how old you are, love?" he asked again, his voice stroking me like velvet. I hesistated. "Come on, don't tell me you're like 500 years old or something," he said, and I looked away, hiding my smile. His mouth dropped open.
"You're 500 years old?" he choked out.
"Actually, multiply that times two," I said, smirking. His beautiful eyes widened.
"s**t..." he whispered, and I snickered. "That's quite an age."
"See, I told you that it was impolite to ask a woman her age, especially one of my age."