Bloodshot

Chapter 2 - Stares and Glares

I hope everyone liked my first chapter! I'm really new at this and I hope I can get better! I'm gunna start shifting point of views. I will label who's view it in. So if it doesn't say who's POV it's in Hunters okay? Ha everyone enjoy this chapter. I shall call you all my bloodlings! Read on bloodlings ;)

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Walking into my first period with everyone watching me was one of the most embarrassing things I've ever done. Ha but my day only got worse from there.

After I ran in the room, I handed the older man my schedule and he nodded having me follow him to his desk.

"Class this is a new student from America. Ms. Edwards isn't it?" The teacher said while gesturing to me. I nodded. The entire class looked at me. I got some smiles, some confused looks, and defiantly some rude ass glares.

The worst we're these four boys. One had shaggy brown hair with baby blue eyes, he was kind of tan but still pale. Another had black hair, styled up in a mohawk, he had hazel eyes, and was a little paler that the first. The next one was black and had deep brown eyes, he was quite tall and had a stricken face. The last one gave me a glare that would've killed me if it could. He was a dirty blonde, his hair ended mid-ear, he had gorgeous emerald eyes, he was tall but not to tall, and was very pale but in an attractive way. Wait what?!? I thought. I did not just say I thought he was attractive.

I was already stressed about going to soccer practice later today. I knew the team would react well to a new player joining their team two weeks before the season starts. Especially since I'm a girl. The cute blonde continued staring at me. Uhg he's not cute! I yell at myself.

I shook my mind from the blonde giving me looks that could kiss. KILL! I meant kill, not kiss. I blushed a little at the thought. The entire class was silent. I just realized I was silently blushing for minutes now. I looked at the teacher and he showed a slight smile.

"Well my name is Mr. Roberts, and I'll be you drama teacher till the end of the year. So I hope you like seeing this face." My new teacher told me. The class laughed a little and it was obvious he was a liked man. I smiled and knew I was gonna at least semi like this class.

"Well Ms. Edwards why don't you take a seat next to.." Mr.Roberts looked around the room trying to find me a seat.

"Um. Mr. Blackwell!" My drama teacher said while pointing to the blonde boy I got glared from. I mentally screamed "NOO! He doesn't even like me!" But I didn't say it aloud. I went and walked over to my new seat. On my way I was stared down by the same four guys. What was there problem? I shook it off and sat down. I looked over at the blonde and decided I should play nice.

"Hi my nam..." I stared but was cut off by his vicious eyes. I swore they went from green to black back to green. I shook with confusion and fear.

"I don't care for your name, or your pathetic attempt at acting like your innocent." The boy spat at me. I frowned. What did I do? I just tried to be nice. I started getting pissed.

"Well Mr.Im an asswhole who thinks I'm cool and shit, what the fuck is your name." I angry spoke to him. He seemed taken aback from my outburst.

"Spencer... My name is Spencer Blackwell." He said emotionless. I was surprised he told me. Spencer. I like that name.

I began smiling before I realized he was watching me. I turned my seat quickly to break from his intense stare. He turned to face his work.

He was a piece of art. He glares at me all class, then looks at me with wonder and amusement. He was attractive but seemed like a douche. He was arrogant, rude, infuriating, bossy, had a tempter, and seemed to hate me. I found it strongly hot.

No! He's not hot! He just has long blonde hair (which I'm a sucker for), green eyes I could just stare into all day, pale but attractive skin, and you could tell he was in shape. I wonder what sports he plays?

I began thinking about him in every sport uniform I could think of. I kept glancing over at him. I don't think he noticed. He seemed deep in thought. I wonder what he was thinking?

Spencer's POV

I thought my day was just gonna be another simple boring day at school. That was until the brunette with the deep brown eyes walked in. I immediately smelt her. I began to growl. The boys snapped up and growled as well. Good they smelt it to. This girl was different. I didn't like it.

While she scrambled over to Mr.Roberts desk I locked eyes with the boys. We all knew what she was. Great. She got introduced to the class and caught our eyes on her. She looked first at Dallas, then Luke, then Zack, and finally me. She looked at me longer than the others. Her eyes seemed kind and generous. Wow she had pretty eyes. Wtf?!?? I did not just think that. I glared harder and she began to blush. It made her look cute. Really Spencer really? I mentally face palmed myself. I zoned out for a while. Why was she here? This is our territory. I don't think she knows what we are.

I was already pissed! I had to deal with a new team member at practice later today. What the fuck is coach thinking? Just adding a player to the team two weeks before the season starts. Coach didn't seem happy either about the new player but I heard he was forced to. I already hate this guy. Who the fuck does he think he is just forcing his way on our team. On MY team.

Now I gotta deal with a trespasser on MY land.

I was deep in thought until I heard Mr.Roberts yell.

"Um. Mr. Blackwell!" He smiled. Uh oh. No no no no! She walked over to me while glancing at the boys and I. She sat next to me. Her smell was intoxicating. She cleared her throat. I looked up.

"Hi my name..." She started but I had other plans.

"I don't care for your name, or your pathetic attempt at acting like your innocent." I spat at her. She looked hurt. I kinda felt guilty. I was about to apologize before she exploded at me.

"Well Mr.Im an asswhole who thinks I'm cool and shit, what the fuck is your name." She spoke coldly to me. I was shocked. Damn hottie got an attitude. I did not just say she was hot.

"Spencer.... Spencer Blackwell" I muttered to her. She was surprised I answered her. She kinda just starred at me in deep thought. She realized I was staring and turned around. I mentally smiled. Then I mentally smacked myself.

Throughout the while period I could tell she was staring at me. She thought I didn't notice, but I did. She was thinking about something. I wonder what she's thinking about.

No Spencer. You do not care about what she is thinking. You don't care what she says, what she looks like. Those gorgeous brown eyes, her mid length brown hair, her cute shortness, that one dimple she has on the side of her mouth, and the innocence deep inside her eyes.

She still was in MY territory. I glared at my paper. I hate her. I don't like her and I never will.

I could faintly tell I was lying to myself.