No Love Like This (BOYXBOY) **Under Construction**

Chapter 2

Zayne's POV

Stepping out of my car, I head to the front office knowing already that I'm 15 minutes late. I did it on purpose of course because the last thing I need is for the gossiping committee to come flocking towards me like a bunch of seagulls so early in the morning.

I'm all for having fans, and I do have many of those, but I don't do close human interaction so early in the morning and on a sunny day like this one, no less.

Unless someone is looking to lose some blood.

The stench of wet dog and fresh meat assaults my nose causing me wrinkle my nose in disgust. I hold my breath and enter the school before I pass out from the weird new smells at this place. I follow the sign that reads "Administration Office" and enter the glass door.

I walk up to the desk and send the receptionist a smile charmingly, causing her to blush and become a puddle at my feet of over-starched hair and cat-eyed frame glasses I haven't seen since the 1950s.

"C-c-can I h-h-help you?" she stutters, grabbing her chest as if trying to steady her heart.

I smirk at her clear dishevelment and spastic pulse at her neck. "I'm the new transfer student. Zayne Blackbourne?" I ask smoothly.

I wait patiently for her to snap out of her dreamily daze and, wiping the drool from her mouth, hands me my schedule and the paper I need each teacher to sign. I thank her and walk out into the empty hallway, dropping the smile and cursing this whole school and its unfamiliar smells to go to hell.

I don't know what possessed my father to agree to this fiasco but I'm seriously thinking of having him institutionalized. We could have taken a note from those characters from that Twilight movie and moved to Nowhere, Washington or Hell Nah, Minnesota; anywhere but here amongst figurative sheep and literal wolves. But no, that would be taking it the easy way out and in the words of my father, "The Blackbournes don't do easy."

I snort at the thought. Speak for yourself.

I can easily get by using whatever at my disposal to get things done the quickest and easiest way possible; whether that’s using my money or my body. To me, having sex is a part of being alive and despite popular belief we vampires are very much alive. Sure we suck blood and sure our hearts don't beat like the other livestock-I mean, humans but that's irrelevant.

We are a quite civilized race of people and get a bad reputation for being 'soulless'. We can fall in love, get married, have sex (my favorite pastime) and have babies-just like the humans. But frankly, that’s too much effort. All I need is a warm bed and the body of my companion to keep company; whether it is a man or a woman, that's of no concern to me. My philosophy is "a person's sex has nothing to do with sex." Clever, huh?

I never thought too much about blood-mates or the like, mostly because I like being free to be with whoever I want, whenever I want. Blood-mates just hold you down and I don't think they would be able to hold enough interest for me. I get bored easily when it comes to stuff like that.

But that's never gonna happen so I digress.

I can already smell them from here through the closed classroom doors, the werewolves milling around with the humans scent. I turn to a door reading the matching number to the one on my paper walk right in. I'm obviously interrupting something because it gets stone quiet as I, loving the attention, make way to the teacher in center stage.

He looks slightly confused. "Yes, may I help you?"

I give the eccentric looking teacher one of my charming smiles. "Is this by chance, Mr. Ellis's classroom? I'm the new transfer student," I say, handing the transfer student slip.