Dawnbreakers

Twenty Bucks it's a Boy

"Dylan!"

He rolled his eyes, mouthing 'save me'.

I mouthed back 'how?'.

His answer was cut off by the unnatural orange-colored-hair racing this way. It was attached to the head of Amy Pultzer. She was short, curvy, and really loud.

"Dylan!" she reached us, out of breath. "What's up?"

He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pocket. "Nothing."

"Oh, cool. Want to hang out or something?" She blushed the tiniest shade of a rosy pink.

"No."

She blinked. "Wha-"

"I'm hanging out with Wisconsin right now," he said bluntly.

Her gaze fell on me for the first time during the encounter. I shrunk into the wall, hugging my knees tighter to my chest. Her eyes were obviously angry and annoyed, but her face was blank, if not friendly.

"Oh, hey, Wisconsin!" she said, waving with an overly joyful voice.

"Uh... hi?"

"Oh," she laughed, "you're so funny, Wisc! Want to hang out with me and Dylan?" Her eyebrows raised, trying to urge me to convince Dylan to love her back.

"Uh, actually," my eyes flickered towards Dylan. He was staring at me, seeing whether or not I would save him. I cleared my throat. "I have to go study for my anatomy test next hour, and Dylan has the same class as me. Maybe if you catch us again we could hang out?"

Dylan's glare on my face was outweighed by the ecstatic and overjoyed smile on Amy's face. "Okay! See you guys later, then!"

She waved, and I gave an awkward smile in return. Her cheerful gaze was dampened slightly when it fell on Dylan still glaring at me.

Once she turned the corner, Dylan hissed, "what was that?!"

"What?" I asked innocently.

"I am not hanging out with her!"

I sighed. "Dylan, Amy is a really nice girl. And she really likes you!"

"She's annoying!"

"...true."

We were interrupted by the bell ringing, forcing us to go back to class. I sighed heavily.

I hate school.

The test was easy. Tests were always easy for me. I hate school, but I'm great at it. I just hate all of the people. All of the interaction.

I was the first student finished, so I read a book for the rest of class. Roughly ten minutes before the bell could ring, however, my reading was disturbed.

The principal walked in, her face solemn. She strode straight to the teacher, Mrs. Bennet, her eyes not straying away from her path. Most of the students noticed her presence, and the seriousness of it. Usually she would wave to the students like she was Miss America.

She picked up a folder from Mrs. Bennet's desk and held it up, blocking the two teachers faces from sight. The sound of hushed whispering echoed in the silence before the principal gave a discreet nod, and left.

Not long after, all of the students finished their tests. Mrs. Bennet then made an announcement.

"We will be receiving a new student tomorrow. I want all of you to be on your best behavior and-"

The bell rang.

Everyone got up to leave. Dylan and I's last period was free, so we took our time. Well, I did.

Dylan came running to my side. "What if it's a hot girl?! Damn I hope she has long blonde hair and tan skin and-" he rambled, practically drooling.

"Wow, thanks for the confidence boost," I joked, referencing my one-shade-lighter-than-black hair and fair skin.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up. Anyways, long blonde hair, tan, tall, curvy, smart, funny..." he continued listing his ideal partner's characteristics as I began walking to the library. He trailed behind me, hardly taking a breath in his descriptions. His only pause was when the librarian told him to be quiet. He continued, whispering.

I returned the book I had finished, and checked out a new one. We sat on the floor, where cushions and pillows and blankets were lazily tossed. Dylan transitioned to daydreaming while I read, and when the final bell rang, we both nearly jumped three feet high.

I sat there for a minute, my knees tucked under my chin and my eyes wide. Dylan lie on the ground, his hand on his chest. We both breathed heavily, recovering from the startle.

Slowly, we got up, picking up our bags and heading out to the parking lot. I drove Dylan to school, since his car is utter crap and he is taking forever to fix it up.

We walked to my old Camaro Z28, its silver paint screaming for the attention it deserves. A small smile graced my lips, just like it always did when I looked at that car. My dad and I had fixed it up together.

I unlocked the car, letting Dylan in. He hopped in, shoving his bag to the foot space. I put the car in reverse, driving out of the lot, while Dylan turned the radio on. Classic rock began blaring in the old sports coupe.

Once we arrived at his house, Dylan muttered his usual thanks, and I gave my usual nod. He began to walk up to his house, and I put the car into drive.

"Wisc!" he yelled, knocking on the window.

I jumped, startled, then rolled down the window. "What?" I asked annoyed.

"Do you think the it's gonna be a guy or girl?"

It took me a few moments to realize he was referencing to the new student. I smirked. "Well, let's see... you want it to be a girl, right?" He nodded happily. "Then I think it'll be a boy."

He narrowed his eyes, and I laughed lightly. "Twenty bucks you're wrong."

"You're on, Son. Make sure you have the cash tomorrow."

He rolled his eyes, mumbling something along the lines of "whatever". I chuckled, continuing to my own house.

Sorry for the filler chapter. Since they are all human, I'm trying to keep it as realistic as possible: aka action not happening every twenty seconds.