The Werecat; The Story of Ronnie

One

Ronnie Macmillan tossed his head to the side, sending his dark bangs out of his eyes, and looked around him at the surrounding students. Boys dressed in the uniform white shirt and slate grey slacks, girls dressed in white blouses and grey and black pleated skirts and knee high socks. Boys leaving the first couple of buttons open on their shirts and their ties loose, trying to attract the girls to them. Girls wearing blouses one size too small to make their chests pop out, their skirts pulled up so the hem ended high on their thighs, trying to attract the boys to them. A group of giggling girls were staring at Ronnie, and when he winked at them, they giggled even more. A pretty girl with bleach blonde hair and blue eyes with no whites gave him a little wave, and he waved back, flashing her a smile that made her blush. To the girls at Madame Camille's Academy  for the Gifted, Ronnie Macmillan was a god. A sex god, that is. A beast in bed, he usually heard them whisper, and he couldn't help but take that as a compliment. And, of course, it went to his head. Both of them. To the boys at the Academy, he was a walking encyclopedia, with the knowledge of how to properly pleasure a girl, starting with the way they dressed. And they all tried to copy his style, from the messy "I just got out of bed and couldn't care less about my looks" hair, down to the Converse shoes. They weren't exactly allowed in the Academy, but that didn't stop some of them from wearing the shoes.

"RONNIE! EY! ROOONIIIIIIE!" Ronnie turned as he heard the familiar voice call his name and grinned. Vermilion Tousseaud was running down the hall, her long braid of black and blue hair flying behind her. She was roughly five and a half feet tall, with bright blue eyes and pale, freckled skin. She stopped in front of him and smiled, flashing her long vampire canines. "I've been looking everywhere for you, handsome!"

"Well, you found me," he replied, chuckling softly. Vermilion stood up on her toes, bracing her hands on his chest, and he responded by giving her a kiss. He felt her kiss back, then she giggled and went flat footed again. "And what's a pretty young thing like you doing in a place like this?" That got him an eye roll and a smile.

"Same thing you are, goof," she answered, flicking his ear. She took his arm and put it around her waist, and he tightened it. "Walk me to class?" she asked, batting her eyelashes up at him, her big blue eyes wide and pleading. Ronnie chuckled and kissed her again, then turned and strutted down the hallway with her, his hand slipping from her waist down to cup one side of her bottom. Vermilion seemed to like that, and she wrapped both arms tight around his abdomen. He flexed his stomach against her arm, and received a giggle, making him smile.

They turned a corner and continued down the hallway. "Which class you got first, baby girl?" Ronnie asked casually. He drummed his fingers gently against her bottom, waiting for the answer he already knew.

"Ancient history," the vampire responded with a shudder. "I've lived through four hundred years of history, and they still expect me to take the stupid course."

"Ah, well, at least you only have to take it this year," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Never again," was all she said. She looked up at him, smiled, then nuzzled her face into his side.

Ronnie stopped outside a thick wooden door with the words 'Ancient History' burned into the wood. "Well, here we are," he announced, giving her bottom a squeeze. Vermilion jumped slightly and let out a quiet squeal, then slapped his chest and stuck her lip out in an attempt to pout. Ronnie just laughed and planted a kiss to her lips, which she gladly returned.

"I'll, uh, see you tonight?" Vermilion winked and flashed her canines in a grin, then slipped inside the classroom and shut the door behind her. Ronnie stuck his hands in his pockets and strutted off, whistling quietly to himself. Vermilion was a pretty girl, sexy body, great to sleep with, but he didn't actually like like her. Sure, he was attracted to her, and they seen each other a lot, but a relationship was just out of the question to him. Relationships meant commitment, and commitment meant that he wasn't allowed to be with other girls. He snorted. Like Hell THAT was going to happen.