Beauty of love (DISCONTINUED)

- 22 -

When Monday morning comes, I get out of my bed and make my way to the kitchen, making sure to eat breakfast even though I'm not that hungry. This week is all about studying and I haven't have any news from the guys during the weekend.

Are they alright? Did they really do the blood thing? If they did, how did it go? Are they going to come to school? I can't help but ask myself thousands of questions, but none of them can be answered. Not from me anyway.

I hurry to get dressed and ready for school, happy to start the week feeling a lot better than the last two. I took the last two days to go to work a little and then work on homeworks, the huge pile making me cry a few times, but in the end, I made it through. I really am going to need Jimin's tutoring though.

Not really caring that it's still early, I leave the apartment and to the University, figuring I might get to class now to study a little. As I walk outside, bag hanging loosely on my shoulder, I look down at my broken wrist. I really hope I can get rid of the cast soon, I hate feeling so restrained. I should really stay out of trouble, I don't want to be wounded again, I've had enough.

Reaching the quiet building almost gives me the chill at how empty it is. Not many want to get here at this time of day, so that's to be expected. I guess that means less problems for me, if I don't meet anyone, then nothing bad can happen.

I walk through the corridors, the sound of my feet resonating all around me, an echo that makes me grow anxious with each step, not really knowing why when suddenly, a door opens. An arm grabs me, pulling me forcefully inside before the door closes. Shocked, I raise my eyes to see the maths teacher pushing me against the door with a wicked smile.

Shivers run down my spine and I feel the hair on the back of my neck raise when I meet his eyes. If the hold he has on my body isn't proof enough, then his eyes certainly is.

"Not so confident now that you don't have your little friends to protect you, huh?" he says, his breath hitting my mouth as he bends down to reach my level. "What do you want?" I murmur through clenched teeth, mentally swearing for believing things could go well.

The vampire takes in a deep breath, nose in my neck. "Oh my... it's true that you smell tremendously good from up close. How can your friends handle this?" he whispers, eyes turning red as he stares back at me.

"Newly turned vampires' instincts are more sensitive to smell for a few weeks" I tell him, head twisting to try and hide my neck from him, hoping he wouldn't fall victim to his newly found instincts. It's most definitely very recent. That's not going to be good for me.

He hums, as if that information is a first for him, but his grip on me tightens. "I can't wait to see what happens next week... if you fail again, I might really be tempted to give you a private tutoring" he whispers before releasing me.

He stares at my bag. "While you're here, give me your homework. I don't expect much, but I still need to compile the notes". His brusque change of behavior leaves me speechless, but when his eyes take on a glare, I hurry to search through the content of my bag to find my maths homeworks, handing them to him before turning to open the door.

"I'll see you later, Y/N" he says as I close the door. I sprint down the corridor, as far from his office as I can before stopping to lean against the wall, rolling my sleeves the see the red imprints on my skin. This is not what I expected when coming back to school.

"Oh, Y/N, I see you're back". I startle and bring my sleeves back down before twisting my neck to see the literature teacher walking to me with raised eyebrows. I sigh and bow as he lightly nods at me. "Yes, sorry for being out for so long. I had... health problems" I say before looking up to meet his eyes.