Torn Between Two Worlds

Heather's POV

Morning came quicker than I had expected. Mainly because I was up all night, replaying the kiss scene. It just happened so sudden. His cold lips against the warmth of mine. But the kiss happened four days ago. I think he's been avoiding me. Or maybe I'm avoiding him.

I stood in the mirror, trying to make myself prettier. A touch of cherry flavoured lip balm. A patter of rosy blush for my cheeks and the rest of my face looked better in its natural, bare state.

I usually let my long chocolate brown hair loose or in a ponytail. But today I thought I'd tie it in a neat bun that would sit at the crown. I didn't know what I was doing. I don't look in the mirror for longer than 20 minutes.

"If you don't come out right now, I swear I'll break the door down." My roommate commanded. She was like that. As I slowly exited the bathroom, she pushed through me and closed the door. The door missed me by a few inches.

"Allow me to rip your throat out." I murmured under my breath.

I looked at my reflection in the school's windows and wondered if I maybe tried too hard. He passed me and knocked against my shoulder. It seemed as if he was in a rush.

"Oh, sorry Heather," Dylan said scanning my black knee-high dress. I followed his eyes to my boots. Such a guy. He noticed the one thing I would be expected to wear and not the things I changed.

"It's okay. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking." I said. He broke eye contact with my outfit and looked into my eyes. Dylan's smile was radiant and apologetic.

"You look beautiful. But don't become something you're not comfortable with." He kissed me on my forehead and hurried away.

Another kiss? I have never been this confused in my life. We haven't spoken in four days. I felt a rush of heat spreading throughout my body. I punched the locker next to me.

"Seriously?" The guy who's locker it was had said. I looked down at my hands. My dark claws grew from my fingernails.

"Not again," I said. I searched around the area and saw the girls restroom. I moved hastily toward the restroom and pushed the door open. A growl escaped from me.

"Calm it. Think happy. Butterflies, unicorns. Dylan." I closed my eyes and thought of his smile. The claws reversed and my fingernails were visible again. I sighed and laughed resting against a wall.

As I left the restroom and headed to my class, I realised that I do like him. Just the thought of him helped me reverse the shift. Dylan made me happy, despite the teasing and the fact that he's a vampire, he gave me a good feeling. A warm feeling.

"I have a history class now. Does he take history?" I softly said to myself, scanning through my timetable.

I walked into the classroom and sat in the back, a place I usually avoid.

I looked down on my books and I had this feeling. Nostalgic or familiar in some kind of manner. This time the feeling was good. I looked up and saw Dylan entering the class.

He stared at me with mysterious eyes and walked toward me. Dylan took the empty seat next to me. We sat in old benches, directly next to each other.

"Hi...again," Dylan said, clicking his mechanical pen. It was annoying me but I tried to ignore the sound.

"I'm confused. I don't know what's happening between us." I stared into his face, waiting urgently for a valid reply.

"I'm still deciding."  The clicking of the pen became constant.

"Deciding? I'd like to know. This is, this is. It's-" I stuttered. Regret was the only emotion I was feeling. The moment I knocked into him, I should have ignored him. The clicking became louder and faster. I grabbed it and hit it hard on the desk.