Fang High

Chapter 1

When I decided to move to Oakland California, I wasn't prepared for a school full of as many kids as there are. I restarted high school... Again. I only had one plan. That plan was to avoid falling in love... Again. To sum up my life, I've been alive for a while. I was born a little...different. My first day of high school for this year, in this town. I need to stick to my plan of avoiding friends and possible girlfriends.

“Okay," I whispered to myself. "I can do this," I tried to convince myself. A girl with blonde hair, perfect skin, and green eyes, ran into me.

“Sorry!" she yelled at me over her shoulder. She kept running, until she got to the school doors. What the hell? Her skin was flawless. The most perfect, tan, long, legs I've ever seen. Oh, no. No, focus. Keep to your promise. No falling in love. I continued my journey through the perfectly manicured grass, to the door.

“Hey! Hey, you, new girl!" I didn't look up. A guy walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I grabbed his hand and flipped him on his back. "What the f**k? I was trying to say 'hi'."

“Sorry," I whispered, letting go of his hand. I didn't give him a chance to talk to me again. Instead, I walked away before he could get up. I walked through the doors and walked into the office.

“Good morning." The woman at the front desk smiled. "What are you here for?"

“I'm here for a transfer. I called you a couple of months ago." My eyebrows rose, knitting together in confusion.

Had she forgotten? I told her the date and time that I was going to be at school.

"Oh, yes. Do you have records?" I have never had records. I’m older than some of the dirt we walk on.

I grabbed her hand and said in a soothing voice, "I've already sent it over."

Her eyes glazed over. She looked dazed, then smiled. "Everything is here, let me just get your schedule made."

"Thank you, ma'am." I waited for my schedule and noticed my first class was history. "Great," I mumbled.

“I called you a guide.” Her eyes were still glazed over. She yawned. Didn’t know it had that effect. Whoopsies. Even after centuries of having compulsion, it still ceases to amaze me.

“That's not needed. I'm quite good at finding my own way." With a smile, I walked out of the office. I found my history class, and took a seat closest to the door. My stomach was slowly convulsing.

"Hello. You must be Miss Smith?" The teacher brought the class's attention to me.

"Yes, sir." There were snickers in the back of the classroom. I started tapping my pencil on my desk.

"Okay, my name is Mr. Chester. Now, let's start today's lesson." He turned around quickly, and began writing on the white board.

"Psst...psst... Hey, new girl." Uh-oh, the voice of the boy I met earlier.

"I'm not interested in men." He snorted.

"Okay, I am. I was just hoping we could be friends." I ignored his request, and he sat back in his chair. Oh, this is why I hate new schools.

He tapped me with his pencil. "What?" I snapped. I took a deep breath, then tried again. "Yes? What would you like?" My voice was still strained.

"Gina Green bumped into you this morning," he sounded surprised.

"Okay? Am I supposed to know who that is?" He snorted again, and I resisted the urge to throw him across the classroom.

"Only the most popular girl on campus. She's got great grades, she's smart, she's involved in most sports, she's head of all committees, she's beautiful, and-" he stretched out that short word- "she's nice. Have you seen those eyes? They're mesmerizing." My face scrunches and I see red for a second. He laughs at my reaction. "Dang. Already falling for her? Just be careful. She doesn't get close to people, and she can be very...closed off. She's distant. She is skittish sometimes." I nodded, taking everything in. "Got it?" He asked.

"Got it," I confirmed. Mr. Chester glared at us. I turned in my seat, pretending to do my work. I didn't really need to pay much attention because I was alive during these times. When Mr. Chester turned back towards the board, I turned back to the guy. "What's your name?"

"Devin. Devin Morse." He stuck his hand out, and I shook it. "What's yours?"

"Tessa." Dang. Already breaking my promise to myself. There was a loud clang. My eyes darted to the front of the room. The beautiful girl I saw this morning, Gina, had set her things on a desk in the front of the classroom.

"Sorry I'm late," she whispered. She glared at me. I smiled back. "I was supposed to show Ms. Smith around school." She sat down in her chair. My eyes stayed glued to her back. I knew someone was talking to me, but I couldn't focus on what they were saying.

The bell rang, signifying the end of class. I walked past Gina, smelling rose blossoms. I hadn't focused on it when Gina first ran into me. Now, it finally registered. She was wearing something with a rosy smell. It smelled so good, I had to resist licking her skin. I was so screwed. I let out a frustrated sigh.

Here we go...Again. Sigh. Great.

How could I resist Gina? How could I avoid her? I seemed to be inexplicably attracted to her. She's beautiful even when flustered or angry. This week was going to be interesting. God, please help me.