Vampires of Burnberry Highschool!

Happy.. Valentine's Day?

'Whaaaaaaat?' I repeated. 'I have to be crazy. I can hear that jerk's voice in my head!' 'JERK?! Excuse me! I saved your life!' He growled. I frowned and walked into the girls' bathroom, into a stall and pressed myself to a wall. 'How, and WHY are you in my head?!' 'WE are in your head' Sebastian's voice corrected. "Oh my god.." I muttered. 'Stay out! My mind is private! MY THOUGHTS. THINGS YOU GUYS DON'T NEED TO KNOW!' I yelled inside my head. 'Yeah right.' Claude sneered. I rolled my eyes. 'How is this even possible, anyways?' 'Telepathy? When a vampire and a human bond, they become opened to their vampire bondee.' Sebastian said. 'Riiiiight. STAY OUT OF MY HEAD! Mind-Talking, Teleap-Whatever DONE! I want to hear my own thoughts, Not you two!!'

'Okay.' They both said. Silence in my head. Finally. I snickered and walked out of the bathroom. 'Nice ass' 'CLAUDE!' I yelled mentally and outloud and spun around. He was grinning at me eagerly and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows. "Sup babe." "No." I blew him off and walked into my homeroom. Neither of the brothers were in my homeroom, which I was kinda glad to be alone for once. Them plus my friends plus my family, plus all the extra school luggage, was getting ALOT harder of a weight for me to carry. I sat down in my homeroom seat, looking around innocently. I took notice on how a few of my peers were whispering about me. I just ignored it, until the girl that sits infront of me walks in and opens her mouth. Kaylee. Kaylee Nicole. She's a VERY pretty girl, so pretty that when girls walk by her, they doubt themselves, Which for me is terrible. Anyways, this chick tries to talk to me EVERYDAY in homeroom.

She annoys me to no end. She's also in my Math Class. She's also a jock, and a very stupid one at that. I sneered as she tried to talk to me in one of her 'I'm trying to make an ass out of you' voices. "Hi Hillary." "........Hi." "..How are you?" "Good, Good. You?" Keep the small talk small. Don't go into details. She'll bug you more. "Eh, I'm cool. How was Math Class without me the other day?" Her eyes bored into mine. I can't stand it. She's SO FAKE. Everything, her voice, her expressions, her smile, her eyes. Fake. The attitude, 'I'm prettier than you, bow down to me' is just, repulsing to me...

"...Umm.. It was..? Normal? I guess?.. Yeah.." I muttered. She nodded. Gawks at me for the millionth time. "Are you depressed Hillary?" 'Really. AM I, DEPRESSED? REALLY?' I thought and shoved my thoughts of yelling at her out of my head. I smile and shake my head quickly, my face turning a rosey color. "..No, What makes you say that?" The bell rings. She doesn't talk to me for the rest of the day. Thank god. I fiddle with my combination, open my locker, grab my crap for Math class and slam it shut. Walk into Math and smile and the teacher. Sit at my desk and start on the warm-up problems. I notice Matt and his friends glaring the hell at me. Then when Sebastian walks in and sits in his desk next to me, it all breaks loose. "Yo man, What the hell? I thought you were cool, Bro? She must've taken you already. What'd she do, man? She sex you up or something?" Matt started.

'Oh hell no..' I thought and tried to ignore the next thing he said. "No.." Sebastian said. "Bullshit, man. She played that card on me, too. It's okay, you can tell us. She hurt you? She force you to do something? I told you about her, bro. She's a witch. Why were you lugging her around on her shoulder, too? You two dating of something? Bro, She's ugly. I can get you a fine girl with the HUGE ass, ti--" I stood up and glared at him with the deepest pit of hate in my eyes.

"Shut the HELL UP! I never did ANYTHING with you, Liar! I never did anything to hurt ANYBODY, Except brake YOUR heart, Your just pissed off because I dumped you, Man, Shut up! I'm a witch? You're a player! You play the game, you think you've won, but guess what? One player keeps you from winning. That's me. We're NOT dating, he's just my friend, and again, your just a ticked off little prick. Please, I'm beautiful!" I snorted. "Fine girl with a huge ass and nice tits, Matt? Yeah, the trampy type. That's your ONLY type!" I growled. All the kids in the class hooted and hollered. I went up to his face and jabbed my finger into his cheek. "And you can't do crap about it, unless you want you to have another shiner to match your left eye." The kids got louder. I smirked when he sat down at took it.