"You bastard!" I shoved the dark haired kid's hand away from me. He was trying to clean at the area where he had spilled his coke on me, well, actually he had poured it on me on purpose.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see if you would melt." He moved a few steps back and tried hiding his laugh with his pale hand but even then I could hear him chuckling.

"What the hell are you talking about?" At this moment everyone in the cafeteria was looking at the both of us because of the loud scene we were causing. It sure didn't help that emo boy kept laughing as loud as could be. It echoed through the whole room which was now silent.

"Oh come now, you know what I mean." He smirked and took a few steps forward again. "I'm fine with it. I actually didn't expect your kind to be this attractive." He didn't say it above a whisper but I still heard the husky tone in his voice. He stepped back again and gave me a wink before a teacher finally came and split the two of us apart.

"Alright, what's going on here?" A balding man who really didn't have any business wearing a sweater vest stepped between the idiot and I. "Mr. Tate, I should have known this had something to do with you. What did you do this time?" Baldy looked between Tate and I with beady black eyes that resembled those of a rat.

"This moron spilled his coke all over the front of my shirt!" I pulled at the soggy piece of fabric as proof of the deed.

Baldy was about to say something before the weird guy cut him off.

"It was an accident. I was about to apologize but she just started bitching at me." He tried to play it off as if he hadn't done a single thing wrong and the worst part about it was that Baldy actually seemed to believe him.

"You fucking liar! You know you did this on purpose." I tried to grab at the front of his black shirt but Baldy stood like a brick wall in between the two of us.

"Alright, watch the language now, both of you." The bell rang for next period class but instead of letting us go Baldy pulled us both to the side of the cafeteria and had us both explain our story.

My story really wasn't that hard to explain. I was just sitting at one of the empty lunch tables minding my own business and all of a sudden Tate walks up and spills his soda all over me. He then proceeded to laugh at me as if that didn't make it more obvious he had done it on purpose.

Tate-boy had another account of it. His story was that he was walking over to sit down and enjoy his lunch when he tripped on one of the leg chairs in the area and "accidentally" spilled his soda on me. He then made up some story about how he tried to apologize a million times but I wouldn't let him in between my monologue about how I was going to make him eat his own eyeballs.

"Well it seems to me like you both are at fault here." I wanted to slap the rest of the hair from Baldy's pimply little head. "Detention after school, both of you." That was the last thing he said before giving us both a pink slip and walking away.

"Ugh! Look what you did you idiot!" I wanted nothing more than to pull each little strand of dark hair from stupid's head.

"Would you calm down? It's only detention." Tate was walking calmly behind me as if he didn't have a care in the world. It made me sick.

"Just detention? Well for your information I have a life! I can't spend anymore time here than I need to." I stomped in front of him all the way to the entrance of my classroom.

"Yeah right, I'm sorry. I must have missed the part where your sparkling personality got you invited out for hundreds of social gatherings." The way the sarcasm was caked onto each and every one of his words made me want to punch him even more.

I opened the door of my classroom almost shouting at the idiot when he followed me inside indicating that we had this class together.

"Ah, Mr. Tate, Ms. Burch, nice of you two to join us." Mrs. Swindle had to stop in the middle of her lesson to look at the both of us.

I had meet Mrs. Swindle the week before when I had taken a tour of the school. She had seemed nice enough even though she looked old enough to be Barack Obama's grandmother.

"Sorry Karen, but you know how it is. New girl over there just can't get enough of me." The entire class erupted into giggles causing me to turn bright pink. I almost threw my copy of The Great Gatsby at him but decided against it not wanting to get on Mrs. Swindles bad side.

"Very good Mr. Tate, and here I thought you swung for the other team." That caused even more laughs to filter into the room.

I looked behind me at Miles Tate who now wore a childish pout as his new expression.

He looked over at me and gave me one last wink before he looked back at the front of the class again.

"Would you not follow me? We aren't going to sit together." Miles simply shrugged his shoulders and sat in the stool two seats down from mine with a smirk.

"Alright you two, this is detention, don't bug me." The supervising teacher was one of the old librarians here. She the old lady hunchback going on and retro 60's hairstyle that probably wasn't in style even in the 60's.

"So baby, come here often?" Miles leaned toward me making some sort of clicking noise with his tongue that I think I was supposed to fine attractive.

"Asshole." I think the lack of reaction that he got from me made Miles sit back in his own seat without a word.

Things were quiet for a while before Miles decided to open his big mouth again.

"So what's it like being what you are?" I looked over at him and raised an eyebrow at his question.

"What are you talking about you freak?" He gave me a look that said 'oh you know exactly what I'm talking about' but I chose to ignore it.

"Come on, I mean, I know you know I know so just come out with it." I gave him an 'are you crazy look' before fully turning around to look at him.


Miles reached over the stool that was situated between us and whispered something in my ear. "I know you're a witch." I jumped back from him so fast I was afraid of whiplash.

"Are you crazy?"

"SH!" The librarian looked up from her trashy novel long enough to give both Miles and I a hard stare before returning her gaze to the page she had left off.

"Are you crazy?" I repeated my question but this time only loud enough for him to hear it.

"Of course I am babe, it comes with the title." I almost didn't know what he meant before he opened his mouth and showed me his pearly fangs.

"You're a vamp?" I almost shouted again but looked up at the librarian once and then back at Miles.

"What? Didn't you know? What kind of a witch are you?" He rolled his eyes at me seemingly disgusted at my lack of knowledge of him.

"Don't be such a fucking-moron."

"You're the one who couldn't organize a piss-up in a brewery."



I wanted to scream. Not only did I not understand half the shitty British comebacks he kept throwing at me but I was also worried that he had found out what I was.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about and I would appreciate it if you would stay away from me from now on." Just then the final bell of the day sounded signaling that detention was over.

I jumped up from my seat and all but ran out of the classroom and away from Miles Tate.