Alpha's Son And The Vampire (COMPLETED)

Chapter Four: Sweet Blood

Ashlyn

I sat at the table in the corner alone, how I prefer it, wiggling in my seat. I usually loved art, but I was having a hard time focusing. At the beginning of first period, I'd picked up on a intoxicating scent. I was always able to smell blood since I was bitten, and I'd learned to block it out and ignore it, but this was something else.

This was the sweetest blood I'd ever smelled. I didn't understand why it was so sweet, but it was driving me insane. If I didn't get out of here soon, I was going to lose it. When the bell rang, I practically groaned in relief. I put my sketchbook away quickly and was out the door in seconds, hurrying to second period. I was too stressed to even care that I had to go to math.

"Whoa, what's with the rush?" Someone asked when I slammed into them. I looked up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear when I was met with dark brown eyes and a playful grin.

"Nothing, just heading to class. Now, can you get out of my way?" I asked in a monotone voice. The guy smirked.

"But I was enjoying our little chat," he grinned. I narrowed my eyes and was about to reply when I was interrupted by a boy with fluffy brown hair and light brown eyes.

"Dante, stop harassing the poor girl. We have to get to class," the new boy said rolling his eyes.

"But Kieran!" Dante whined at Kieran.

"He's right. Out of my way before I kick you where mother nature split you," I warned. Both boys looked at me with surprised expressions before stepping back with raised hands. I pushed past, grumbling in annoyance as I went into my compacted math class.

I plopped into a seat and sighed as I rested my head on my folded arms. The bell rang and I kept my head on my arms as the teacher started talking.

"My name is Mr. Picasso and I'm your compacted math teacher. I will give you your assigned seats then we will set up comp books! Alright..." He began listing off names and I tuned him out, keeping my head down. My entire body tensed as I caught a whiff of the scent of sweet blood and growled in frustration. Was it following me around or something?!

"Ashlyn Coleman and Kyle Foreman where Ashlyn is seated," the teacher said. My head shot up and swung around. I saw a boy in a leather jacket with a blue hoodie underneath walking over to me with a black satchel over his shoulder. I had to admit, he was the hottest guy I'd ever seen. With his fluffy black hair and blue eyes, he was easily the cutest type of boy ever. He was so painfully my type.

"Hi, I'm Kyle. Nice to meet you Ash," Kyle said with a easy, pearly grin. Shit, shit, shit! He is too fucking cute! But I had to keep my distance, I had to go by my number one rule: don't get attached!

"Don't call me Ash," I said flatly, forcing myself to seem disinterested when I wanted to star into his warm ocean colored eyes. I internally flinched when I saw the look of disappointment on his face as he sat next to me. Then disappointment came crashing down on me when that sweet smell was at its strongest. Kyle was the source of that sweet blood. Dammit, now I absolutely HAVE to keep my distance as to not risk losing control.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I said something wrong...? I really want to get along Ashlyn," Kyle insisted. Oh my god, cute and sweet! Whyyyy?! I looked over at him and made my glare harsh.

"Go get along with your other popular friends," I snapped. I hated this, I didn't want him to hate me, but he had to! He looked upset but forced himself to look at the teacher.

"Alright, first I want you to write your first and last name on the cover of your comp book in sharpie, then my name, period, and compacted math. That way, if you lose it and it is turned into me, I can get it back to you," Mr. Picasso said. I quickly did this than started sketching in my sketchbook as I sang without knowing it.

"When your heart is borrowed. When the grass is green but underneath you're cold and hollow. Yeah, the words are sweet but no see they're hard to swallow. So sick of your crooked smile and counterfeit soul, your counterfeit soullll. And you got teeeeeth like a wooOOolf, but you crrrry like a sheep, yeahhh! Don't be mad, mad, you did it, caught your red hands in it!" At this point I realized the class was too quiet and I might have been singing a little too loud. I looked up from my sketchbook and saw everyone, even the teacher, staring at me.

"Well Ms. Ashlyn, you have an absolutely beautiful voice, but I suggest you save that for outside of class," Mr. Picasso said with a genuine smile. Some kids applauded while others laughed at me being caught, and some rolled their eyes and I heard murmurs like "Attention whore," or "Yeah, she was accidentally caught," from them. I wasn't embarrassed at all, only annoyed. And I'd never blushed before, never, but when I looked over that changed.

Kyle was staring right at me with a look of awe and his mouth slightly agape. I felt an uncomfortable heat flush my cheeks and I looked away quickly, feeling a little uncomfortable. Oh god, why was he staring at me?! The rest of class went by uneventfully and when the bell rang, I packed up quickly, needing to get away from Kyle. I really didn't want to have to run from him, but his scent was becoming overwhelming.

"Hey, wait up!" Someone called from behind me. I tensed when I realized who owned that warm voice and quickened my pace. But somehow, even through the crowded hall, he made his way to my side.

"What?!" I snapped when I really wanted to snuggle into his side. Why was he so distracting?! I'd never been this obsessed with someone, but it could have been because his blood... But I had a feeling it was more.

"I just wanted to walk with you," he said innocently.

Oh, come on!