Sapphires Choice

Chapter 1

Sapphire's POV

As I was getting ready for the first day at my new high school, I could hear Marco banging on the door for me to hurry up. I should have asked what time we needed to leave to set the correct alarm time. I am almost done getting ready anyway, and he can teleport. Why is he pushing so hard? I opened the door, almost to be hit in the face by my so-called best friend Marco. "Wow pushy much you can teleport. Why are you in such a hurry anyway?" I asked him and, of course, his response was "I want to get there early so I can give you the tour of Mystic High so you don't get lost, duh!" "How generously kind of you, my prince!" As I said this he is walking away, like always. Why does he do that? "So, my prince, do you think I will get any of the same classes as you? Or at least the same at lunch time? Is it true there are separate buildings for each grade? How does that work?" I saw him roll his beautiful eyes at me before he answered. "I am sure we will at least get a few of the same classes and, yes, we will get the same lunch time. There are separate buildings for each grade. This was done so the other grades do not bully one another and they also try to make sure there are no scandals between the different grades".

We stopped outside of the castle and I saw him looking around as if he was searching for someone or something. I asked him " What are you looking for?" only to be shushed. After a few more moments in silence, he finally spoke "I thought I heard something." "Oh and did you?" He looked at me like I was dumb. "What do you think?" I huffed at him and told him to teleport us to school. He just chuckled, yeah he chuckled at me the jerk. I mumbled "Why are we even friends? I can tell you hate me." He transported us to right in front of the school. I went to walk off but he stopped me. "Wait, what did you mean when you said you could tell I hate you? Are you really that oblivious to how I feel about you?" "You say I am oblivious to how you feel, but you are the same!" I sulkily walked to the entrance with my eyes on the ground. You would think I know better, but nope. I bumped right into someone and the jerk says in an arrogant tone "You should watch where you are going because next time I will not be so nice!" I looked up, only to see mossy green eyes looking back at me. Before I could even respond, I was pulled away from him.

"What is wrong with you this morning? Are you okay?" I heard my best friend say. I looked up at him and saw him looking me over to make sure I was okay. "I am okay. Don't worry about it. I will pay more attention, sorry." We finally made it to the front office. The receptionist looked at us with her head slightly tilted and asked in a very soft voice " Can I help you?" If I had not been looking at her, I would not have heard her. Marco immediately started telling her all my information. She even gave him my schedule and the supplies they provided me.

He starts to organize them and put them in the correct order. I just smile at him and wonder if he really doesn't notice how he mindlessly acts like my boyfriend sometimes. As if he senses my eyes on him, he turns to look directly at me with questioning eyes. I just stood silent, smiling at him with my admiration for him, but of course, he did not notice it. He never does. He is smart and so handsome but so oblivious to my feelings. I am so glad I got to grow up along side him because I was able to see him become who he is now. Over the years, my feelings for him have changed though, and I know he does not feel the same for me. I sometimes hope he is my fated mate because I know him and love him, but that is wishful thinking. As long as my mate is not like that green-eyed jerk from a few moments ago.

"What are you thinking about? And why are you staring at me?" Marcos asks. I did not even realize it when he went back to organizing and putting things away in my backpack. And how long was I staring at him? How long did it take him? "Earth to Prince.." before he could finish his sentence, I put my hand on his mouth. With a pleading look, I begged him not to call me that. "Why not? You are. Plus, you always walk around calling me your prince, so it is only fair I call you that." I looked at him with sad eyes and just told him "You already know why." Marco gave me a small smile and responded with "I know love". I turned my head to make sure he did not see me blush like an i***t. I used to think he liked me because of the occasional endearments, but he always tells me he loves me like a sister nowadays.

Next thing I hear is the bell ringing and him cursing and giving me crap "Oh s**t, let me show you to your first class and then later I will show you around. If you were not standing there gawking at me instead of helping, I could have showed you around before class" I gently hit him on his arm and, of course, he is overdramatic. He yelled "Ouch" as if I had hit him hard, making other students look our way. So, of course, I grabbed his wrist and kissed his arm where I had hit him and he stared at me with wide eyes. As if I had done something crazy. I laughed at him, took my backpack and schedule and walked away. Of course, as I am not even 5 feet from the classroom, the jerk from earlier is standing in the doorway making out with this petite girl. This girl reeks of heavy perfume. I wonder how he can breathe. I get closer and ask if I can pass and they both ignore me. I lightly tap the girl and she yells as if I had stabbed her. They both turned in my direction. He is glaring at me and she is pouting along with fake tears in her eyes. I just look at both of them, wondering what they are going to say or do. Finally, she turns and looks at the guy crying to him, saying I hit her and left scratches. I stand there is disbelief is he really going to fall for her lie. He would have heard me hitting her or felt her move, right? Guess not because he started to yell at me, calling me all sorts of names. She stood there with a proud smirk on her face.

Me being me though, I just started to laugh. If they think they can bully me, they are wrong because my sister bullied me until I recently moved here. She bullied me because of jealousy. She used to pull rank and degrade me all the time, she treated me as if I was a servant that was uneducated. I hated it because we are sisters and we should have been united. Now that I think of it, I know this will probably be similar to her bullying, but these morons are of lower rank than me, even if they do not know it yet. They do not even have much power either. I lived in the sea most of my life and only came to land to visit the vampire clan where my parents best friends are from and that is where I also met my best friend. So yeah, they are werewolves and they are strong, but not as strong as someone who lives in the sea. They also do not move as fast as a vampire. I came back from my thoughts only to see they had finally got out of my way. I walked in and found a seat by the door. How convenient for me.

Before class can even finish, I gather my things and put them away. A few minutes later, the bell rang. I ran out of the class and right into my best friend's arms. Who just chuckles at me while mumbling that I never learn. He then grabs my backpack with his left hand so he can hold it for me, and guided me to his right side with his other arm, wrapping it around my shoulder. We walked silently to the next class. I almost shouted with happiness when he told me he has this class too. We sit in the back and whisper until I feel eyes on me. I looked around and saw the bleached blond liar that was making out with that green-eyed jackass from earlier. She is looking at me with an ugly sneer on her face. Then she sees Marco lean towards me and then the fake b***h gets that malicious look in her eyes. I could bet money she is about to spread a rumor about me and him. As if I care.

We attended one more class before lunch and, sure enough, I see people whispering to each other looking my way as I made my way to my locker. Which is next to my best friend, who was already there and looking at me with amusement in his eyes. I asked him "What are you looking at me like that for" and he leaned in next to my ear and whispered "Did you know that we are dating and I use you as a blood bag while we f**k?" I looked at him with the same amusement and asked "Is that so and how often are we doing that? Should we give them a show?" He agrees to give them something to watch. My heart skips a few beats as I grab his head and give him a passionate kiss right in front of everyone. It is not the first time we have done this. Yeah I said it. We had kissed before. We used to practise with each other when we were younger. The last time we kissed was a year ago. Once we parted a little, I leaned my forehead against his and said in a low sultry voice "Should we go now? I need you and I cannot wait until the end of the day to have you." I know everyone heard because it was dead silent in this f*****g hall. He responds in the same low sultry voice, " Yeah you know that is what I keep you around for." I giggle at his response because that was the same response he would give around my sister, but I am sure they think I am doing it for another reason.

After, we walked out of the building, we started going towards the fitness arena. He asked me if I was okay and if I thought it would become a bigger issue. I glanced at him as we were about to sit down on the bleachers and began to speak "Of course it will. People love to spread lies and gossip about other people. It does not matter if it is me today or tomorrow or everyday. I am a mysterious person to them and they know absolutely nothing about me and I will keep them on their toes and help them with these rumors. I know who I am and what I have done. Honestly, I do not care, I lived with similar treatment and I know the things being said about me will probably be the same as what my sister has said about me. She learned her limits and they will learn theirs as well. My bottom line is you, so as long as they do not cross that line, it will be fine." I hear him sigh before responding to me "I know you say you are used to it, but it should not be that way. You literally just started at this school today." I let out a small dry chuckle "What can I say, my exotic appearance and amazing personality just makes people envious."

We sat in silence for a few moments. Until he speaks again "Why do you hide your aura? Why not just let them know who you really are or use your powers on them?" I huffed before speaking again "Would I be any better if I did any of that? Would I not be like my sister pulling rank or forcing my power on them? I should not have to do any of that to be liked or respected." He looks at my face and says "Maybe you should have used a disguise to cover up your beauty." I give a small laugh at that. "Yeah but what if my mate is here? Should my mate not know how I actually look before we make the decision to accept or reject each other? Besides, if I did that, they would have another reason to bully me, wouldn't they?" We stayed silent for the remainder of lunch. It is normal for us to be in silence to process our own thoughts. What we failed to notice was the person listening to our conversation under the bleachers as well as the person watching us from a distance with a scowl on their face.