Love

Chapter 3

School starts today and I'm super excited about it. My last year in high school and I'm ready to graduate. Not that I hate it. It's just I want to be a successful person. Go to college, major my degree and all. I just can't wait.

And....

I'm excited about this mate thingy, I want to feel something other than nothing, so yeah. Can't wait. I really want feel appreciated.

I immediately take a shower and get dress that consists a v-neck stripe black and white t-shirt and a denim pants. As I get out of my room, most of the kids are still either sleeping or taking a shower. Well I'm a punctual student, aren't I?

Mrs. Saddy spotted me from the kitchen. She motioned for me to join her.

"You're so early Love, take a sit and I'll prepare your breakfast" Before I could refuse she's already handing me a tray of food. Not to be rude, I take a sit and consume the pancakes and orange juice Mrs. Saddy prepared.

"Here" She tried to give me money but I refuse it and take the apple instead. I'm not sure if she's trying to be nice or she just wants to clear her conscience that she's now not ignoring me.

I give Mrs. Saddy a smile which makes her lit up. That should do it.

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Standing outside of my so called school. I took a deep breath. A lot of students hurrying to get their schedules. Freshmens asking about directions and a fast heartbeat indicating they are nervous and I almost missed the small scent lingering in the air of my mate. I'm not sure though, it's just like what the mysterious person said in the letter about my mates scent.

I can't be sure, especially I still don't have a communication with my inner vampire and I'm still 17. The thought of my mate, make me eager to enter the building.

I looked around and made my way through the busy and noisy of my school. The chatting of students about their summer is all the same. The excitement when they see that their best friend have the same classes as their. The hugs of everyone who reunites after summer.

Someone who doesn't care about anything and anyone but to get everything align and make sure my future is good. With parents or not. I promise to myself to become a successful one.

I knock at the principals office since I still have to get my schedule and to sign my name up to one of the scholar here, with my genius self, I'm just so lucky that I don't need to pay anything but my lunch which I hardly get. It's not like I needed it. Just enough blood will make me live long.

"Come in." Calls in the other side of the door. I open the door and closing it behind me.

"Ah, good morning Ms. Harpy, here your schedule and please sign this for your scholarship." Mr. Tate's voice rang in my sensitive hearings. His voice is like a fatherly one. Well he's gay.

I did as I was told and put the papers in front of him and leave him laughing to himself. He already know this attitude of mine, but ignores it. Through his laugh I can hear that he's cautious too. Vampire effect. I didn't bother to look at him.

I looked at the paper in my hand as I keep on walking down the hallway, not caring about anything.

No one, I mean no one will have the right mind if they choose to bump or get on my way. Three classes and lunch time. My locker number and the location of it. It usually change every year.

Advance English 7:50-9:50

Advance Science 9:55-11:55

Lunch time 12:00-1:30

Advance Math 1:30-3:30

All advance huh, Mr. Tate really see highly of me. I know people want to be friend with me because of my appearance and brain, not to brag. I have mirror in the foster care.

I looked up seeing that the 'populars' is everywhere, but immediately make way when I walk past them, some even call me the highest of all high, like what is that?

I also heard that this school year, the senior high will have a new teacher, that's all I know. I usually don't care but something about this new person trigger something in me that I don't even know.

I jog lightly when I neared the door to my English class. Opening it, the voices immediately turn down as my presence became known to them.

I walked deeper to the class and sit at the front seat where my seat mate nervously bow and change his seat.

I fished out necessary things with my book that I'm currently reading this past free time of my day. I get so lost that I didn't even acknowledge the strong amazing scent my mate that I only lookedup when someone clear their throat.

When I looked up I froze, not from fear but because of the desire that instantly crawls in my skin when my eyes met hers, a light brown eyes that looks like a sun itself.

I know she feel it too because her demeanor change, she didn't bow and I didn't see any signof fear in her, just genuine confusion on why a loner student made her fee that way.

She cleared her throat and stand up straight, she smile sweetly at me before speaking.

"Nice of you to join us now, Ms. Please stand up and introduce yourself to the class and say something about yourself. "She smile once again, that amazing smile that could pull me out of my dark misery.

I stand up making her looked, I'm positive that this young beautiful woman in front of me is the same woman at the store, the dirty blonde and the scent says it all.

"The name is Love Kieran Harpy and I demand that all of you just call me by my last name." My voice emotionless as I stared directly at her. She didn't flinched and I find it annoying since I'm so used people getting afraid just sensing my presence, but maybe it's one of the perks of being my mate?

"And I love to read a book." I sit down and just stared at my book not knowing what else to do since the woman in front of the class can be my mate and fucking hell, why must she have to be a teacher?

If my eyes have the ability to burn something, my lovely book would be nice fire right now. I know I shouldn't be feeling this but I am.

Different emotions twirled within me as I feel her gaze in the side of my head. I'm still wrapping it up, she's my teacher and possibly my mate.

I looked up and met her gaze and once again emotions came running rapidly in my veins and that time I know I will make her mine.

Yes, I am terrified of the thought that my teacher could be my mate, but I will accept it with all of my heart.

But because of my teacher staring at me now, I don't know what to feel anymore.