His Vamp. (BXB)

1 - Isaiah.

Mother walks in dodging a few boxes, drinking from her martini glass. Gosh it's 8:00am, can't she at least wait till a decent time of day? She picks at the tiny rainbow flag pinned to my backpack and sneers at it before addressing me.

"Isaiah, darling, where did this wretched thing come from? We've been over this, how do you think you'll get a girlfriend if all the cute ladies see this abomination on your bag?" she spouts.

I roll my eyes, that's kind of the point. I found it at the airport giftshop on our way to this new place a few days ago. Maybe a cute boy will hit me up after seeing it. I don't dare say this though, I just want to get out of the house as soon as possible.

"I like it. Can I take the car today? I don't want to risk being late for the first day."

Mother sighs, swirls her martini glass for the dramatics before meeting my eyes, her black hair unnaturally straightened and flowing over her shoulders.

"I guess so. How's the fangs looking? Don't want to scare the locals just yet, open up."

I sigh, and open my mouth wide so she can get a look at my hidden fangs. Mother lets out a content hum, I take that as my cue and close my mouth. I stand from my seat at the kitchen island and throw my pack over my shoulder.

"I'll be off then." I state, hearing mom let out yet another hum in response. I slide my shoes on before snatching the keys off the hook hanging by the door, and dart out. Speed-walking down the apartment hallway and out the lobby doors, wanting away from her. My mom isn't the worst, but she isn't the best. You'd expect her to be better, since her mom was just terrible, but I guess not, generational trauma or whatever.

Sliding the keys into the ignition, I move the seat forward so my short ass can reach the pedals, and i'm off. before i know it i'm pulling into my new schools parking lot, students buzzing with that first-day-back excitement. I turn the ignition off, and take a deep breath. It'll be fine, just got to get through day one. Maybe I'll even reward myself with a visit to the local bookstore after if it goes well.

I slide out of the car, locking it behind me and head in through the front doors, and into the office. I make eye contact with who I assume is the receptionist, she has eccentric grey hair pulled up into a messy bun, and cat-eyed turquoise glasses sitting on her nose. She looks up, making eye contact with me and smiles big.

"Hello darling, how can I help you?"

I sway on my feet nervously, looking down breaking the uncomfortable eye contact.

"Hi, uhm I know it's the first day and all and I should go look for my homeroom but I just moved here, Mother only registered me yesterday and I assume it was probably a bit late for me to be assigned a homeroom and yea..." I ramble before trailing off, I internally facepalm.

"You must be Isaiah, I just printed off your schedule. I'll shoot an email off to your teachers incase you aren't on their attendance yet." She smiles kindly at me, rolling over to the printer and grabbing what I assume is my schedule before rolling back over to me, handing it across the desk.

"I won't make you go to homeroom, you have about 50 minutes before the bell for first class rings, feel free to go to the library or go get a coffee, whatever you fancy, sweets."

I smile at her, appreciating her kindness, I mumble out a thank you and head out the doors, glancing down at my schedule. Science, Socials, French, and Art today. That's a fine day I think. I slip back out the school doors and Google maps to the nearest Starbucks. I could use a coffee.

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I stumble into my science class just before the bell rings. There's only two seats left in class, the first seat is right at the front, it's beside this girl who's turned around in her chair chatting with two girls sitting behind her. Definitely not that one, they look like the three girls from mean girls. I look to the other seat which is beside a boy who seems to be drawing in his sketchbook, I can't see his face, or barely any of him other then the curly orange hair that sits on his head, since he's curled around his sketchbook.

Walking over to the latter choice and set my coffee down, a little harder then usual meant too. The boy looks up and I swear my breath catches in my throat. He's stunning.

"Uh.. do, uh, do you mind if I sit here?" I manage to stumble out, internally facepalming at my stupidness for the second time today. The gorgeous boy glances around before focusing back on me and nodding. The teacher walks in, he introduces the class and hands out course outlines, boring as usual for an introduction class.

I can't seem to keep my eyes off the beautiful boy beside me though, I sneak as many glances as I can. He has these extraordinary grey eyes, they're the first thing you notice, and adorable freckles that are scattered across his face like stars, I want to study them like the Greek studied constellations, or was it the Romans? I dont know, I don't care, this boy is just... woah.