The Bloodsucker Next Door

Miscommunications

"Hi! I'm Madison and you must be our new student Jessica! I'll be showing you around Westbrook today" A girl with ginger colored hair chimed over towards me down the corridor.

Her eyes were a loch ness colored green and she was very beautiful. Her skin was a little pale and her hair looked as if it glowed in the dim hallway lights.

Cheerfully adjusting her black-framed glasses, she grabbed my schedule and stared it down.

"We have Biology and lunch together!" She chirped, "I can't wait!"

She clapped her hands and skipped me to my first class which was Algebra with Mr. Coot.

Madison pointed to the door and nodded for me to walk in. Nervously looking down, I walked in catching everyone's eyes.

It was weird because I felt like they all had this creepy type vibe that I just couldn't shake off.

Everything was silent. You could literally hear a pin drop if you wanted to.

It made me feel so awkward.

After a moment of silence and uncomfortability, I had decided that it was time to look around the classroom. The class was big, but not too big and it had about 20 teens max.

I looked to the faces to see that they were all mutually pale. Most of the girls had blonde hair while a very rare amount of them had ginger colored hair.

It seemed as if I were the only brunette around here. Most of the boys just had black hair. Some were cute, but they all looked dead and dangerous.

The classroom itself felt dead. Everyone was gloomy and barely even wore bright colors. It made me feel like sort of an outsider.

'It's only my first day and I'm already not fitting in' I thought.

"You must be our new student Jessica Owens" The teacher awkwardly introduced.

I looked to him and nodded, "You must be Mr. Coot"

"It's Mr. Count" he corrected pointing over to a seat in the back corner of the room, "there's your seat back there Ms. Owens"

I slowly made my way through the narrow openings until I got to my seat in the back.

About ten minutes after the bell rang and I got comfortable, the door immediately slammed open allowing another student to make his way in.

He barged in and kicked the door shut.

"Mr. Bodman" the teacher bellowed, "you are once again late to my class. This is the fifth time this week!"

I adjusted my kitty ears with widened eyes.

It was him.

He had on the same leather jacket that I had seen my first day here. He had those same rare colored eyes that I'd met with all those many years ago.

It was the mysterious boy in the woods.

The boy did nothing but stare at Mr. Count for what felt like forever before taking his seat in the back of the room next to me.

Mr. Count then went back to beginning his class session.

Whereas I on the other hand was staring to my right contemplating on whether to ask the boy for his name.

Shifting uncomfortably, I sat there not knowing what to do or say.

I was so nervous and I couldn't help but wonder if he remembered me or not. My mind fought with me on the idea, but my body urged me to ask.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked harshly towards me probably noticing my nonstop staring.

My breath caught as I fought to respond. He softly slapped his hand onto his desk.

"Okay, well if your not going to speak to me then stop staring" he spat while grabbing a pen from his jacket.

"What's your name?" I nervously stuttered out of the blue.

He looked to his desk as if contemplating on whether to talk to me or not, "Vince"

Vince? I would never guess that that was his name. I always dreamt of it being something like Harris or Jake.

My brows furrowed, "U-um, Vince do you remember me?"

"Yeah. I saw you when you were moving in" he spat and began to write some notes.

I shook my head, "No, before that. Like when we were little?"

He put his pen down and stared at me for a little as if taking in my face. At first I saw a little spark of remembrance in his eyes, but I guess I was wrong.

"No. Now leave me alone" he rushed.

I could tell that he was lying.

I ended the conversation there and asked no more questions.

Maybe I did find the wrong boy in the woods, but the way he answered me wasn't very convincing.

I had a feeling that something just wasn't right. Looking to my right one last time, I got my pen and paper out to take notes for the rest of the class.