2, Forbidden Love...

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Dear Addison Green,

I've been watching you for some time now, and I have to admit you're quite amusing. Hush my little dove, don't go telling anyone now. I'll be waiting for you.

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I scrunch the letter into a ball and hide it among my stationary. Maybe once I find the guy that wrote this, I can throw it at him.

I slam my locker shut and quicken my pace to catch up with Damien, who's already halfway down the corridor by the time it's taken me to read one letter. Which, I'm questioning whether to tell Damien about when Adisson-Rae flirts her way down the corridor in six-inch heels and a hot pink mini-skirt. She's followed by Raven and Aphrodite, who strangely remind me of lost sheep following their Shepard. Addie has such bad fashion sense, she might as well start herding sheep, at least she won't hurt anyone's eyes out there.

She flipps her long blonde hair as she quite obviously makes her way towards me and Damien. I can smell her sickly perfume from a mile away. She's not that bad, she's just a bit fashion impaired and slightly retarded.

"Hi guys!" She's so close she practically shouting down my ear lobe. She flashes her one-hundred-watt, Hollywood smile at me before turning round to flirt with Damien.

I don't know why I'm so offended with the idea of Addie flirting with Damien, but I am.

"Addie, can you just leave me alone?!" I say those words before I have chance to stop myself and for a brief second, hurt flashes across her face. Brief moment over.

She laughs, flashing her pearly white teeth again, "What's got into you?" She opens her mouth like she's going to say something but closes it again, deciding against it. Shock lingers on her face.

Damien squirms in his place and takes a step away from both me and Addison-Rae, a slightly shocked look hung on his face.

I give her the stare. The stare that all vampires have, a stare so penetrating it convinces anyone to do what you want.

"Ugh, fine. Seriously you creep me out, stop staring at me like that." She meets my gaze, "Oh, I see. You like Damien don't you?" She laughs again, flipping her hair, and sending another tidal wave of sickly perfume my way.

"I- No I don't!" A bright red flush creeps across my face and I look down at my feet. "I need to go."

I walk down the corridor, alone. Leaving Damien behind red-faced and confused. At least time alone will help me figure out what just happened. I rub the back of my neck and sigh sadly.

How I wish I could just tell him how I feel. If only it wasn't forbidden...