Channing-
I'm used to people staring at me, especially girls, but today with my hang over all the stares are just annoying. All I did was walk into English and I'm already being bombarded with humans that don't know when it's the appropriate time to look away. The two things that stood out the most to me in this room was 1) the girl in the back, that I obvious have to sit with, hasn't looked up to see who entered. That's really odd. Usually every girl that even hears my voice or smells my scent or sees my face and body start drooling and panting after me as if they are some sort of dumbass dog but that one made me interested. She might become my high school project. I need something to entertain me while I have to be here. And 2) I never thought I'd say this about a human but she smells like clean laundry, cinnamon, and caramel. I don't know what it was but that scent really caught my attention, weird. Well I ignored everyone and followed the infatuating scent to the last table in the back. She never really noticed I was standing there which was odd, but then I heard the deep breath and sigh which made me smirk. Well I think she noticed me now.
"Umm, excuse me? Can you, uh, move your stuff off of the seat, my legs are kinda going numb I've been standing here so long!" I tried to sound as snobby as possible and I'm gonna say it worked because she breathed out an annoyed sigh. Ha, this one is going to be interesting, but she still hasn't even looked at me yet. I don't see why she is ignoring my presence. I'm interesting, and obviously to her I smell pretty great so that's a plus but what I don't understand is why she is attempting to ignore my all together. She slowly looks up to finally notice everyone staring at me. I just wanted to yell stop fucking staring at me but I thought that might be a bit much and I really don't want to have detention on my first day, so I just shut my mouth and did my best to ignore them and further observe my new project. She glanced at them with a look of nervousness as to why they all can't stop staring like they are in a trance. She unhurriedly shifts her head to look at me and her eyes drastically go wide with shock. Her soft pink lips start to gape open like she saw a ghost. Great, now the girl that I thought didn't want to notice me is staring at me like all the other idiots in here, but there is something about her face that just seems so familiar. I can't place it but it feels like I have met her before. Maybe when I was in Europe or something. I raised an eyebrow at her and give her a little smirk.
"Staring is free but if you wanna touch that might cost you something. Well maybe I can make an exception for you this one time." I tried to put in my most sexy and suave voice for her and the only thing that she did was shake her head and give me a look like what the hell did you just say?
"Well I pegged you right when you came in. I guess I didn't even have to look up to notice you were an asshole. Maybe I'm psychic or something, because that couldn't have been a lucky guess. Oh and to answer your question, no I don't want to touch you and if you just looked around you for a split second you could get rich with how many girls there are in this room." Then she looked away shaking her head and smiling with a haze of attitude around her. Okay what the hell? That was probably the thing I would least suspect come out of a girls mouth. She looked at me, heard my voice, and smelled my scent and she STILL didn't want me. What is wrong with this chick? Don't get me wrong it was hot! No girl has ever told me off like that before; I don't even think my own mother has slammed me on something like that before. All I could do now is stare at her with confusion and lust to know what is going on in this girls beautiful head.
Class seemed to pass by slowly. We were learning about Shakespeare and the teacher didn't seem to understand that no one was paying any attention to her. Yea, her voice was way too loud to be considered a normal talking level, but it was easy to tune her out. The peculiar thing about the girl sitting to my left was she was actually intently listening. She wrote down notes and continued to chew incessantly at the end of her pencil. She never seemed to notice me staring at her with the eye of a hawk. Calculating everything she is doing and taking it in like I'm about to capture my meal. All she would do is scribble on the paper about Shakespeare and other things that she thought were important even though they were mostly irrelevant. She was posed, and graceful; making sure she was not writing too confusing notes, while using a highlighter to note the most important things in her work. I couldn't help but keep examining what she was doing and how precise she was. They way she portrayed herself was if she was one of m kind, but the vampire scent was nothing compared to hers. She was all human and this strikes me as odd since I never really liked humans besides using them as play things for my own entertainment. But this one was different. She seemed mysterious and full of thoughts and wonder of the world around her.
"Would you please stop staring at me while I take my notes? I'm not the only person here you know. You can stare at someone else for your enjoyment because frankly I'm not interested in being a part of your swarm of bimbos who will follow you around all day for the rest of your high school years." She said sternly and in a 'I don't give a shit attitude'. That just made her even hotter.
"Well who said I wanted a swarm of bimbos? Maybe you tickle my fancy and I wanted to see what you were like?" I ark an eyebrow at her and give her a little grin. Out of nowhere she bursts out laughing and she tried to shut herself up as everyone turns around to stare at her. The teacher seemed to be unimpressed and irritated at the noise, as she tapped her foot on the ground impatiently.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Hastings; I didn't mean to be a disturbance." After everyone looked away she swung her head in my direction and stared me dead in the eyes but she still had a little smile playing on her lips. That little smile was absolutely breathtaking. "Tickle your fancy? Who are you and what century did you pop out of? Just to clue you in, no one says that unless they are A) joking around B) want to get made fun of for the rest of the life in high school or C) want to get beat up by some stupid jock who thinks that you're a nerd. And by the way," She proceeded to look me up and down before looking back into my eyes as she answered, "You don't tickle my fancy. There is something vaguely familiar about you but I'm pretty sure that we haven't met before so I'm going to leave it at that. I don't see why you are wondering about me when basically the whole class is bowing down before you hoping for you to spare them a passing glance." She turned back to her notes and started scrawling the things down that she missed.
"Well the girls that fall on their knees and try to worship the ground I walk on aren't interesting. You though are very interesting. You ignore me, you try not to pay attention to me and then you tell me off every time you open your little mouth. So that's why you tickle my fancy." I poked her nose while telling why I find her fascinating but she seemed to get tense when I touched her. This one is going to be some work. She glanced over at me from the corner of her eye and stopped writing. She let out a little sigh and continued writing.
"You know that saying you're interested in a girl because she ignores you, doesn't pay attention to you and tells you off means that you're weird. It also means that I don't like you. Am I some sort of game that you're trying to win? To see if you can get me to swoon over you and drool like all the other girls so you can say that everyone loves you? Well sorry but that's not me." She then turned back to her notes and continued what she was doing. I let out a sigh and mumbled to myself we shall see. She's my new project and I plan to make her want me. Wow, am I that insecure about myself that I have to make her want me? No, she's just interesting, and for some reason the more she talks to me the more I get this funny feeling in my stomach like I'm going to be sick, and my palms feel kind of sweaty.
