Bloodlust

No Ordinary Guy

It was like any other school day for me, girls talking about drama, guys talking about video games or a girl they find "hot." Me? I'm just going with the flow with these new students that have been coming to my school. Hey, wait, stop zooming in on him! Yeah, that's me. The guy in the back. I'm not one of those guys with a good jawline or that looks like a fuck boy trying to hit on girls.

I wasn't born a guy, you see, I'm actually a trans male. Born a girl but went to male. I disliked my body and felt uncomfortable with it so, bye bye old body of mine. So now I look completely different. I bleached and dyed my hair to a pastel blue, I get called 'Cotton Boy' because my hair looks like cotton candy. My skin is really pale that some Twilight or a girl who has an interest in vampires might really think I am a vampire and crush on me. Trust me that did happen....it was annoying. I have a natural rosy-red nose with rosy-red cheeks that I get told-

"Are you feeling okay, Carter? You look sick." I completely forgot I'm at my damn locker. Fuck. I hate this girl.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I say.

"You opened your locker and just stared at it and I thought you were sick."

"I'm fine really. I just remembered about the homework we had last night."

"Oh! I can help you finish before class starts!"

"Sophie it's fine."

"No no no! I can't let you drop a grade! Plus, the homework is easy!" She takes my notebooks from my locker, open my backpack and stuff the books in there then closes it back up.

I smile but of course I'm forcing a smile because she is such a pain if I don't.
"Okay okay, lets go finish my homework then" I say in a soft tone.

Sophie face gets red a bit and holds my hand. "I think we can go into one of our classrooms. We could finish it in Mr. Harris's class!" She says out of excitement.

I chuckle, "Then lets go, we have 27 minutes to finish."

"Off we go!" She starts trotting towards Mr. Harris's class. Room 19. My favorite last period class but sadly this is before first period time. The thing that's more saddening is being with Sophie. She's so overdramatic and so girly. Basically she's not my type and she's annoying. But I like her pastel fashion taste.

We walk into the classroom and sit in the far back where my seat is. I go to sit down and...I forgot there's two seats in every row so that everyone has a partner. And there's no one in here. Welcome to "Sophie's Advantage" time. Sophie has to sit next to me. She would've anyway but she'll be real closer. I put my backpack on my lap and take out my binder. Oh look my other binder I used for my chest. I should trash it out. I'll do it after school then. I stuff the binder I used for my chest back then in my backpack and set the backpack on the floor next to my desks' leg.

I turn to my right and see that Sophie is really close to me. Too close for comfort actually.

"You have nice dark mysterious blue eyes~! Did anyone compliment you on that?" She's says.

Great now she's flirting with me. "Yeah, you're the 2nd," I said while looking through my papers to find the undone homework.
She hugs my arm. God I can feel the squish...

"I could compliment you more while working~" she gasps. "We could compliment each other!"

I finally find the paper and set it on the desk, "That would be nice" I say smiling. Come on Carter! Positive attitude!

"Great! Now let's get started." She takes out a pen from her pocket and hands it to me. Has she always kept it there? Never mind that I grab the pen and read other the last 5 questions.

"Oh this is easy! Let me do it for you! I can copy people's handwriting pretty well" she exclaims. She take the pen out of my hand starts writing. Hey that kind of does look like my handwriting. That's creepy but I'm the one to talk so not gonna judge her on that. Wait I'm suppose to compliment her now, great...what a pain this has to be.

"You really can manipulate people's handwriting. I find that impressive," I put a smile on my face to seem like I'm interested in this.

"Thanks! I call it a talent," she says confidently.

"I really like your eyes though. They're a very pretty lavender~" I say in a flirty tone. This is disgusting even for my standards. Her face turns red as I compliment her.

"T-thank you..." She stutters.

"You also have a really pretty face. How can someone be that pretty and perfect?" I wanna vomit at this point.

She tries to hide her red face with her icy blonde hair. Oh Sophie you don't think I see your red face on your pale skin, so innocent. I snicker to myself. Wait, did I just think that? Oh no it's coming out. I have to find a way to leave without making her sad.

"W-wait a minute, I noticed something about you," Sophie says. What did she noticed?!
"You wear the same pink beanie, the same blue hoodie, the same black pants and the same red converse. How can you be like that?! I can't stand one outfit everyday!" Well then surprise surprise you're talking to the person who wears the same outfit everyday. But can you not say my whole outfit out loud like that? I put my stuff back into my backpack and zip it up.
"But I really like your pastel blue hoodie. It's really pretty!" She gets an idea after she says that. I need to leave.

"We could go shopping together!" She says with excitement. Huh, she probably wants us to look like a couple. This could be an opportunity.

"We can but maybe another time," I say.
"Why not today?" She says out of curiosity.
"I'm busy today," I put on my backpack and get up from my seat. She pulls me back down. Christ, I need to look out for that. She hugs me tightly and gives me puppy eyes. "Pretty please, Carter~! It's Friday, we have a lot of time to do what we want~!" She's making sure her chest is squishing against mine. Is this how she persuades people into doing what she wants?

"Listen Sophie," I get forcefully out of her grip, "I'm no ordinary guy that you could persuade very easily. I don't like girls that," I say in a warm tone. I whisper in her ear, "you don't wanna hurt me now...don't you?"

-Bell Rings-

"Class is starting, Sophie."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's note: Wow I didn't expect to write this much. This is also my first time actually writing a story so I would like to have some critiques on this. Thank you to whoever is reading this!
2nd Author's note: "The squish" is when a girl hugs your arm and you can feel her boobs squish against your arm (or when she hugs you normally you can feel the squish).