My Vampire Mate

Project Partner

Kiera's POV

I ended up sleeping through dinner last night and wok up kind of the early the next morning. Instead of waisting time and lounging around, I went ahead and got straight up and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I went and picked out my dark skinny jeans with whisker wash, my neon pink tank top from 'Hot Topic' that says 'ARE YOU KITTEN ME RIGHT MEOW?', my jean jacket and my tan sperrys with pink sequins on the sides of them. I could have done without the sequins; I'm not much of a glitter girl.

Heading down stairs and into the kitchen, I made myself a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast. After putting the bowl on the island and sitting down at one of the stools that's underneath it, I ate my cereal in silence, thinking about the walk home yesterday. "Why are you up so early?" my mom said through a yawn, snapping me out of my thoughts. I gave her this look that said 'really mom, come on.' She nodded her head, "Right, you fell asleep early yesterday." She made her way to the coffee machine and started making a new pot. "Nooooo. I get up this early every morning just so I can eat cereal in silence." I say in a sarcastic tone. She gives me a disapproving look and I laugh. Walking over to the pantry, she grabs a bag of muffin mix, and milk from the fridge so she can start making her anual morning muffins. "Let me go get dressed and then we can leave." she says, walking out of the kitchen. After finishing my cereal and putting my bowl in the sink, mom walks down the stairs in a fresh set of clothes. She makes herself a cup of coffee, giving me time to grab my book bag and purse from my room. "Leggo," I shout to my mom once I'm down the stairs and in the living room.

I hop out of the car and meet Max and Kenny in the lobby of the main building, hanging out until the first bell rings. As I'm on my way to chorus, I run into my friend Sam. We have chorus together this year, which is really strange becasue she use to be in band in middle school but for some reason they decide to put her in chorus, which is perfectly fine with me; just means more time to hang out with her. Sam has been my friend since 7th grade. My friend Brooke (who now lives in New Jersey) introduced us in 6th grade but we never really hung out much then. However, we became very close in 7th grade and started hanging out all the time. Sam's really in to sports, mainly soccer. It's like her life revolves around it. The way her blond hair is cut short kind of screams 'tom boy' when you see her. I sometimes feel that she doesn't really want to continue playing soccer, more like she has to because both of her parents are involved in their own soccer teams. I just wish she was able to choose what she wants to do with her life; make her own decisions. Her parents don't even know that she's bi. Not that it matters, they'd freak if she told them anyway; they're huge homophobes.

When we get to class, we get our chairs and the music stand that we share and go sit in our seats. Chorus is actually one of my favorite classes and it only made sense to choose it as my arts class. I cant draw so I can't to art. I don't play an instrument so I can't be in band. And I get stage fright so I can't do drama. But I can sing and I love it, so it only made sense to choose chorus. The only bad thing about chorus is that we don't get to choose the songs we sing. We don't even get to vote on them; the teacher just picks them and basically says, "sing them." What a bitch, right? Just kidding, she's actually really nice, just wish she would give us a little freedom is all.

In biology all we did was go to the library and work on work sheets from the internet which is completely and utterly boring. We never really do anything interesting in biology really. The most interesting it gets is when our teacher gives us examples of certain things, like the time she told us that there's always going to be that one crazy guy that thinks the big bang was caused by butterflies. Genious.

Advisory and lunch went by pretty fast. I got caught up on some work and the time seemed to just fly by. I didn't eat anything at lunch, I normally don't because the food isn't that good and it certainly isn't healthy by any means. But one thing I can always look forward to is the cookie that Kenny buys for me every day. It's awesome. And so is he. I never even ask him to, he just does it. I'm lucky to have such great friends. Even though they are as weird as fuck. But I love them anyway.

On my way to English, my friend Jeremy keeps his arm around me the whole time. Jeremy doesn't have any classes with me because I'm in the International Studies Program at my school. Sam, Max, Kenny and Jessica are in it too. Jeremy is a traditional student. I met him in 9th grade. We took drivers ed together and ended up doing the driving portion together too. He has natually tan skin I would die to have and the deepest, chocolate brown eyes. He started hanging out with us at lunch after that. He gets on my friends nerves sometimes because he's always all over me. It doesn't really bother me, even though I know he likes me.

When we get to the part of the school on the way to third block where we can see the parking lot, I feel like someone is watching me. I turn my head to the right and I see him. He has black hair falls over his eyes, which are the deepest emerald green. His dark jeans hang low on his hips, a tight, dark blue shirt that shows his well defined muscles. His arms are crossed, giving him this mysterious and dangerous look. He was staring right at me with a scowl on his face. Looking into his eyes I could see anger and......jealousy. Why would he be jealous? Surely he isn't jealous of Jeremy because he has his arm around me.....right? Jeremy wraps both arms around me, pulling me out of my thoughts, and says, "Mine." I hate it when he does that. He knows I'm not his and that I don't like him that way. I look back over to the boy and see him clench his fists together and his jaw tighten. For some reason, I didn't want to see him upset or to do something to hurt himself. I removed Jeremy's hands and looked straight at him, "I'm not yours and you know that." I say kind of annoyed. "I know your not, but I wish you were." he says with a cheeky smile. I roll my eyes and start walking again. Taking one more look at the boy I see his fists slowly unclench and his jaw relax. When we reach the doors I turn around and walk straight to my class.

That boy looked so familiar though. Maybe I have a class with him. I just can't remember his name. After being in class for about 10 minutes, with everyone being loud as hell, I hear the door open. I look up from my book I'm reading and see him; the boy I saw outside not even 15 minutes ago. I knew I knew him from somewhere. So he has this class with me. How could I not have really noticed. "You probably had your face in your book, as usual." my mind said. I couldn't really argue with her. It was more than likely true. The teacher told him that he was late and asked him for his late pass. He told her he didn't have one and she gave him after school detention. He said 'whatever' and turned around.

He looked straight at me. I could feel a blush starting to grace my cheeks. He smirked at me and continued walking towards me until he stopped at the des right beside me. He put his back pack down and sat down. I just stared at him. He was the most incredible thing I've ever seen in my life. He must of sensed me looking at him, because as soon as that thought went through my head, he turned and looked at me. I could feel my face turn tomato red. I quickly turned my head towards my book again and tried to concentrate on reading. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. Finally after about 15 minutes of him just staring at me, Mrs. Marks stood up in the front of the classroom and waited for everyone to quiet down. Thank god, maybe he'll pay attention to her for a little bit instead of me. He's making me feel really nervous. "Ok class", Mrs. Marks started, "we will be starting a new project today. You will be working on this project for the rest of the semester, You will be working in pairs.....that I will be choosing." Everyone moaned and groaned at that. "You will be writing a short story about your experiences this year. You will write it in two different point of views; yours and your partners. I will give you the rubric you'll be scored on with due date on it as well. Now, lets pick partners. Madison and Dylan, Lexi and Austin, Anna and Hunter..." It went on like this until she finally got to my name. "Kiera Summers and......Daren Blake." Wait, WHO!?!? He has the worst reputation here. Wait, is he even in this class? When everyone got up to sit with there partners I went over to Mrs. Marks and told her that I think she made a mistake and that Daren Blake wasn't in this class. She looked at her clipboard and said, "Yes he is." She looked in my direction but past me to where all the students were. She stopped suddenly and pointed her finger. "Ah, he's right there." I looked to where she was pointing and saw it was the guy who was sitting beside me. He smirked and gave me a wink. Ah shit.