Blood. I looked across the room, leaning forward on my desk, completely missing the teacher's assignment, as Cheryl Browner, the only junior in the class, a year older than me, pulled a band-aid out of her purse and stuck it on the paper. cut on the top of his finger. How I wanted to get up, walk across the room, kneel right next to her, take the bandage off, and... No! It was wrong! I looked away from Cheryl and looked around. I was in English class, fourth period, and everyone had just finished writing. Mr. Edgars was waiting for someone to start the discussion on the newspaper. Damn it! I thought. Too bad. I was just asking Jake about the paper after class. The rest of the class consisted of Mr. Edgars, by far the funniest, coolest, and most beloved teacher in the school, making jokes about Lexi Slice's new hairstyle. This week she had dyed it blonde with black streaks, swept it over one eye, stitched the back and top, and colored the ends red. After that the class went slowly, it was a reading day. But I couldn't concentrate on my book, even though it was by far the best book I had ever read. My mind was working overtime, trying to find a way to somehow deal with my thirst, at least long enough to find a donor. Even though I had long accepted the fact that I, Steven Rowlands, a seemingly ordinary second year student, was a vampire, I still couldn't believe it. I had almost made the biggest mistake of my life. I was about to leave my seat, walk to the far corner of the room, and drink Cheryl's blood, right in the middle of English class. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Not only would the social stigma of such an act be enough to guarantee...... middle of paper ... thought she would do it. Instead, she nodded. “Yeah, I guess there’s nothing else to do…” So off we went, holding hands like always. When we arrived, we explored an empty aisle and sat, my arm around her shoulders, her leaning against my shoulder. We'd been dating for almost a month now and hadn't kissed yet, even though I wanted it more than I wanted a human donor. I thought she wanted it too, but I was reluctant. I didn't want to chase her by moving too fast. But today was the big day. I could feel it. But before I could move, she scared me by asking me the worst question anyone could ask me. "Steven, I'm curious... Do you believe in... Vampires?" no idea what to say to that. I mean, she could never have figured out who I was, and she was never one to believe in anything paranormal... So there was definitely something weird going on..