Wrong Mate

Chapter 2 - Jordan

• Jordan •

I am Hannah Montana.

The teenage life I portrayed in high school was a far cry from the man I was when I became surrounded by my close bundle of vampire buddies. I was simply with them due to two relationships, one that was ending and one that had ended almost forty years ago. They were my family, but nevertheless I attended for the "comfort". This was a gang one could not escape, inescapable in that matter.

As I rested my body against the lockers, a clear image of the werewolf I had encountered found itself in my mind. I became infatuated with the beast, wondering who it appeared to be in human form. You could never tell with shapeshifters, they were condescending and vicious. These things could play the part of innocent people, blame vampires for most of the murder but take just as much part in it as we did. They aren't and never wil be innocent. What do they do to rid the dead human bodies? How evil could they really be?

Thinking about just that could be an actual time pesticide, murdering the seconds one by one and bringing a person to forget where and even who they were. I thought a lot, pondered about the many wonders in the evil world today. I was a man of one hundred and nineteen years, still inexperienced no matter how much I learned everyday.

My best friend, Zack nudged me harder than necessary and I snapped out of it, bringing my attention back to the mother earth. The thoughts didn't exactly dissipate but they were still in mid-brain all the while.

"What?" I asked.

"What do you mean what? We have to get to class."

"Class, such a vital thing, innit? Do we really have to go?"

"Yeah," he chuckled. "We really have to go," he nodded his head towards the squandering crowd of teenagers on their way to class. I avoided this "going to class" thing and hit him on the arm, pointing towards the new girl who stood beside Haylee as she fetched a drink of water. Her occasional glimpses in our direction was not by any means slick and when I locked my gaze on hers, I could hear her release a small gasp. Was I really that breathtaking? Of course, I was. Her eyes, already colossal in size widened when she knew I had caught her. She shoved Haylee furiously in a failed attempt to get her attention. Her eyes traveled back over to me, their color somewhat of chlorine vaccinated pool water in the summer. A beautiful electric blue that could be spotted a mile away. "Dude, she's hot."

I kept careful watch on them; silently observing was my thing. Haylee finished her drink and looked over at her, laughing when she found out where her eyes were diverted to. Little did they know, I could hear them and since we were coming very close to being the only four in the hallway, their voices were very clear.

"That's Jordan," Haylee rolled her eyes at me and directed the girl to whatever her second period class was. "He is a no."

"Why's he a no?"

"Typical jerk off. I'm telling you."

"Dated him before?"

"Hell no." Haylee retorted and that ended their conversation.

"They're going to English," I stated more to myself with an overly satisfied smile on my face.

"Yeah, Jordan. That's the class we have also. And! She's shadowing Haylee." He rolled his eyes before he began to follow down their path.

"What's up with you?" I queried when I caught up with him. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me.

"I just...what do you want with her?"

"I dunno," I shrugged my shoulders, "She's undeniably sexy. I'd fuck her."

"Would you kill her too?" He seemed almost repulsed by me and I wasn't sure what was causing this sudden outrage. "Don't even answer, of course you would." He entered the classroom soon after them and left me in the hallway to think about his words. Was I doing something wrong? So what if I wanted to kill her? It wasn't a big deal, there were like 7 billion other people on this planet.

I entered and took a seat at the group of four in which he, Haylee and the new girl sat. I took my seat beside him and smirked at her, I would say her name, but I still didn't know it. The hazelnut waves that cascaded down her back were in perfect contrast with her eyes. Dark always gives light that perfect...pop.

"Stop staring at her," Haylee spat.

"It's okay," the girl spoke patiently, voice small but bold. "If he wants to know my name, all he has to do is ask."

"Agreed." Haylee retrieved a pen from her backpack and they both watched me expectantly, waiting for me to query. But instead, Zack complied.

"I bet your name is something with a nice ring to it," he was charming with his words and it made me jealous because the only thing I could say to the girl's that'd make them want me is, "You, me, at six." She was impressed but she wasn't blushing, she didn't seem like one to give in so easily. "Aria, Ashley, Aleyna. It has to start with an A because there's an A on your shirt. Anne?" Anne.

"Ugh," she sneered at the sound of those names, the last one was clearly a name she didn't like. "Alexia. It's Alexia," she clarified with a nod of her head. "What's yours?"

"Zack." They started a conversation on something pointless to me and I was completely appalled and taken aback by the sight before my eyes. He was flirting with my dinner. Fuck you, Zack. But at that moment, I could see what he was doing. It takes about 0.43 seconds to develop a crush and I figured that as she was watching me, he was watching her. We both wanted her, for different reasons at that matter but the bad guy always wins. In my book, of course.

When their small conversation had ended, Alexia was paying no attention to the teacher, just as all of us weren't. She opened the sketchbook she had with her and flipped through perfect delineations, one of them being a pair of eyes that looked exactly like mine. I quickly shrugged it off and looked over at Zack, he pointed downward at a folded piece of paper. It was obviously a note saying something that he couldn't say out loud in front of the two girls so of course, I grabbed and unfolded the piece of shit just like I was supposed to. The large and slanted font of his hand writing was intimidating to me, especially with what he had wrote.