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The next month was a living hell for type. Lunch was his nightmare.
In the beginning tharn did what he could to make type mad.
He would trip him, push him and hit him with his shoulder.
Finally type had enough. His friends sat at a table far away from the vampires.
By the end of the month he was happy it was letting up a bit.
At home he sat down doing his homework.
When his mother came home from work he wanted to talk to her.
Leaving the couch he got up to follow her helping her to put the groceries away.
"Mom?" He grimaced.
"Yes?" She answered putting the vegetables in the crisper.
"Can i please transfer to a human, half breed school?"
She stiffened.
Getting up she looked to type who was. Biting his lip looking down at a box.
"Type we've talked about this. This school is very elite."
"I know but i don't like the vampires."
She smiled crossing the room putting her hands on his shoulders.
"Type just 3 years you have to put up with it then your world will open up."
"Mom i.can go to a normal school and be okay."
She leaned back crossing her arms.
"This isn't for discussion. Your staying understand."
Type gritted his teeth.
"Why do i have to be around them when you don't! How is that fair!?"
Type had to close his eyes the vampire side of him was losing control.
"Breathe deeply type."
He did Just that.
Then his mother went to him hugging.
His lips partly opened, eyes ablaze.
"Um mom."
"Yes."
Breathing in he pushed her gently away.
"I need." He gritted his teeth.
She nodded.
Going to the fridge she got him a blood vile. Handing it to him he took it with anger turning around gathering his homework to go to his room.
"This isn't fair."
Slamming his door he put his materials on the desk. Sitting on the edge of the bed he stared down to the vile hating what he was.
Signing he took it to his mouth biting it hard. Sucking the sweet contents he threw the empty vile to the door shaking his head.
Tomorrow he woke up in a mood.
Every class he got more and more frustrated.
By lunch him and his friends went to there table. They started to talk and for unknown reason he looked to tharn from the corner of his eye. He was like the rest of them. Sitting quietly crossing his arms looking bored.
He couldn't understand why his heart started to thump unevenly. Maybe its the hatred he had for him.
Type kept staring down at his food then to tharn. Why did he feel this way?
The next 2 weeks that was his rountine. He couldn't understand why but he kept eyeing him from the Corner of his eye at lunch.
Tharn wasent a fool. He'd catch him a few times but his head movement's were too quick for type to see.
Why does he keep looking at me?
Why do i like it?
The next day type was in a foul mood.
From not understanding why he kept looking at the corpse to him trying again and again to transfer it all failed.
Getting to lunch he was fuming.
Why can't he just go to another school? Why did he have to be Around them when his mother didn't have too?
The only thing he was okay about his friends they were really nice boys who made him laugh.
Gritting his teeth he eyed tharn who this time had enough.
He glared at type with his head cocked to the side.
They both glared at each other. Types lips parted and his brows started to furrow.
Tharn however remained cool.
Finally type lost looking down in a huff.
Tharn smirked going back to his position.
Seeing type stabbing his food tin got curious.
"You okay?"
Type looked at him with a unconvenienced smile.
"Think ate something spicey."
He looked down swirling his food around.
His friends looked to each other and shrugged.
Soon the bell rung and they all got up putting there trash away.
Walking backwards talking to lin about the next class assignment he ran into tharns back.
They both turned Around eyeing each other.
"Watch it."
"You watch it, you corpse."
Tin walked in between them.
"Hey hey its time for class."
Tin wrapped his arm Around types leading him off, type smiled.
This sight made tharn mad for some reason.
"That's right let your boyfriend fight your battles. You walking mistake."
Tharns friend looked down with a smile nodding.
Tin rolled his eyes. Type with his speed took his arm from tins arm to pace with red eyes to tharn. Wrapping his hand around his shirt collar he bent him down punching him.
His emotions got the better of him. Whatever he felt for tharn turned to Anger in that instant.
Letting a half breed punch him tharn lost his cool.
He brought his fist up hitting him with half strength.
Feeling the impact on his face type lost it.
Somehow he got him on the ground sitting on top off him trying to punch him. Tharn was quicker. They both got some good punches in til types friends with tharns friend crowded around them trying to pull them apart.
Succeeding types friends got him.off. tharns friend sat tharn up his eyes were piercing blue.
Type was breathing hard in his friends arms while the two looked at each other there eyes blazing with anger and untold frustration.
Before tharn could get up to punch him again his father put himself between them.
They all stood up.
"You boys go to class now."
He looked with authority to tharns friend and types friends.
Letting him go they left. Type stood up taking his hand to his mouth whipping the blood off.
"You two my office now!"
They both followed staying away from each other.
In the office type bit his lip. Tharn looked to the side confused.
His father came back and sat down in his chair.
"Okay mr. Tian. You are to go home right now. You boys are on probation. Neither of you will be anywhere near each other. In the lunch room you two will stay clear of one another or i will have to kick one of you out."
Type scoffed.
"Bet it wont be your son." He said under his breathe.
They both heard and looked towards type who got uncomfortable.
"That's all. Leave now."
Type left in a rush and tharn stayed behind.
"Tharn?"
He froze.
"You need to stay away from that half breed do you hear me?"
He nodded leaving.
Type went to his locker fuming. Getting his pack back he went to the gates.
Tharn leaned his body to the wall watching type. He was confused something felt off. Why did he like it when type was on him?
Passing by tharn they both glared at each other. Type froze for a moment his heart thumped unevenly again. Tharn heard that.
Gulping he walked forward.
"Fucking corpse."
Tharns narrowed his eyes.
"Disgusting half breed."
Pacing and fast type got home to see his mother on the couch.
Looking at her watch she was confused.
Eyeing type she got up walking towards him putting her hands on his bruised face.
"Type what happened?"
He pulled his face from her grasp.
"A fucking vampire!"
With his anger he walked past her going upstairs, slamming the door.
He knew all he had to do was drink some blood to make it go away but.
He put his hand to his face putting his back pack down going to the edge of his bed.
Breathing in he rubbed where tharn touched him.
He unexpectedly smiled.
Then froze looking down.
"Why am i hard?"
Falling to his bed he put his hands over his eyes brushing his hair away.
"What the hell is wrong with me!"