p a r a d i s e, darkerside ✖️RUCAS MARKLE

02: um...is this dorm room 274?

r i l e y
I was in dorm 274 placing the stuff I brought from the house on to my desk, my clothes in the drawers and the closest, and added purple covers on the bed. Farkle got his microscope, chemistry set, and everything that makes him Farkle from the house. The dorm wasn't that bad, but we knew that two more students would be coming. As we personalize our 1/4 of our dorm room, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the large wooden door seeing a boy about my age with dirty blonde hair, recently cut short with green eyes wearing a blue shirt and a brown leather jacket and jeans. A girl with blonde hair that is curled with blue eyes wearing a yellow scarf and a dark green and pink ombré shirt and black leggings. Both carrying boxes and bags. The dirty blonde hair boy looked at me with a smile and I smiled back for a moment of silence.

l u c a s
The brunette girl opened the door, she had a wavy curl with light brown tips on her hair. With beautiful large brown eyes, wearing a purple lace dress and looking at me like it was the reason for loving. "Um...is this dorm room 274?"
"Yeah, come in." The girl said. "I'm Riley Matthews and this is my brother Farkle. My dad's the headmaster." Farkle waved and smiled at Maya. And Maya smiled.
"I'm Lucas Friar," I told her. Putting the box on the a bed that was close to her.
"So it's just the first day of school, so we're no really gonna do anything." Riley told me. "So Lucas tell me something about you."
"Well, I'm from Texas. I'm a dog person, and a always wanted to be a vegetarian."
She smiled.

f a r k l e
I looked at the two of them, I never seen Riley this happy before. "Your brother seems to like Riley." I turned to talk to the blonde hair girl
"He's not my brother" she said. "I'm Maya Hart." She placed a sketchbook on her bed. Looking down on her sketchbook, I opened it and flipped to pages of beautiful sketches. "Um, what are you doing?" Maya turned around noticing that I had her sketchbook. She grabbed it out of my hand and placed it on the wooden desk. Looks like she already hates me

m a y a
I don't know why I took my sketchbook away from Farkle he seems like a really nice guy.
"Sorry, it's just that I'm self conscious of what people think about my sketches." I apologized for being a little over protective.
"It's fine...are you okay your eyes are just turned-" Farkle told me, knowing it's my wolf self trying to take over even if it not a full moon.
"It's fine, I need to go." I started running away from him.

at lunch.
r i l e y
Me and Lucas were walking off campus to lunch, getting to know each other more. "You know, Lucas I kinda like you, strong, smart, calm, and grounded. I kinda need that." I told him
"I like you too, you're weird, a klutz, but adorable and a leader." He replied with a smile on his face. I started to have headaches from a odd but painful sound. I screamed in pain. "Riley, Riley what's wrong?"
"It hurts, you can't hear it?"
The sound started to get louder and louder. But now Lucas is screaming in pain. I felt a sharp pain on my neck and a cold liquid injected into my blood system, everything got blurry then everything was black.

l u c a s
I heard a loud scream that got louder and louder, I was on the ground clinching my fists. It's suddenly just stopped, I saw Riley on the ground with blood on her neck that looked like she was bitten by a vampire. She was unconscious with pale lips instead of light red, "Riley?" Trying to wake her up.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A voice said in the shadows it walked towards me
"Charlie Gardener," I said. "What did you do to Riley?"
"You're lucky she's not human or the toxic would have killed her." He smiled. "She's a hunter, a really good hunter like you. Her adopted brother is a vampire I could go on and on. I gonna need a favour."
"No,"
"Fine than innocent people will die thanks to you. But my deal is still there so if you changed your mind, you know where to find me." Charlie replied disappearing out of thin. I carried
Riley, bridal style in my arm helpless.