Chapter 2

It wasn’t long after I closed the door when my dad drove away. Like always, I was greeted by curious gazes. The people I walked by stared after me, a few witches and warlocks sat under a tree preforming magic, it looked like colored smoke that shined and shimmered.

After I went to the “Welcome station” I had instructions to get a locker and student ID. Big whoop.

The campus was huge. There were hiking and cycling trails here too. Not to mention dorms, but obviously I couldn’t live in one. Damn werewolf family. I have always wondered how it was to live in a dorm. I shook the thought out of my head. I couldn’t have the luxury and I never will that’s just facts. A group of what seemed like popular people stood at the one of the many wooden buildings that was scattered around the campus. The bleach blonde one, that was obviously the leader, stared at me in disgust. I was staring back at her completely not paying any attention to the people she was with, when someone walked right into me. It made me and the other person fall. I scraped my palm and my ass took a serious beating, I hissed.

“Oh, I'm sorry about that. I didn’t see you,” a male voice said as I grabbed my papers off of the ground.

“How could you not see me? Did I turn invisible as I was clearly walking in the middle of the path?” I exclaimed. Ok it might have been the full moon talking, but I still had a point.

“Sorry,” the guy said gingerly. I looked up glaring and it was a guy about my age. He had jet black hair, pale skin and nerdy glasses that framed light blue, almost grey eyes. “Do you need help?” he asked, obviously looking nervous and he had his hand stretched out toward me.

"You're not hurt are you?" He asked with concern in his voice. Other girls who found nerds hot would have drooled right there. My reaction was a bit different. I stared at his hand frowning.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, I blinked and shook my head. What the hell? I yelled at him and he’s apologizing to me? Ok its sort of normal, but usually other people would’ve yelled back.

"That’s good," he let out a sigh of relief. He was still holding out his hand. I took it with my free hand and still frowned at him. He looked at me with curious eyes and his eyes gleamed suddenly, "Wait, you’re the new student, right?" He asked.

"Yeah", I replied not with nearly as much enthusiasm he had. Being the new student was never fun.

"Ok now I'm really embarrassed," he shrugged his shoulders. He had a white T-shit on, dark blue jeans and red sneakers. He didn’t look like much, but the small fangs in the perfect smile told me he was a vamp.

"I'm George. It’s a pleasure to meet you," He held out his and to shake mine.

"I'm T-" I cut myself off, "Anna," I said and shook his hand.

"Say, I know how lost newcomers can get. Do you want me to show you around?" He smiled. If I didn’t know better, which I didn’t looking back at my life choices, I'd say this guy was flirting with me. But I did need a guide.

"Sure why not," I said after a moment of consideration.

"Oh and sorry for yelling at you," I smiled sheepishly.

"Nah, it happens. So where you off to?" He shoved his hands into his pockets.

George was a big help. He helped me get my locker, books and everything. We were walking on the path; I had put away my map. George knew the terrain like the back of his hand.

"Where is your first class?" He asked looking at the pine trees making a canopy over the path letting a little bit of light in, although it was partially cloudy. I took out my schedule, "Uhm...Its History with D. Fisher," His face lit up.

"Wow, coincidence. Me too," he smiled brightly. I noticed that as we walked past other students they stared at us. Pretending not to notice we walked on.

"If you don’t mind. I’d like to escort you to your classes today. To make up for walking into you," he sounded nervous, but his face had nonchalance.

The memories of what had happened flashed as I considered it. Just images of blood, spattered on the floor and wall.

I can't. I couldn’t let anyone get close again, not after... I pushed the thoughts out of my head. As right as my inner voice was, I couldn’t get depressed, not now.

"Sure, I have a feeling I'm going to need it," I shrugged.

"Awesome. You can just tell me what your next class is before each class. If I'm late for my classes, it'll be fine. I'm somewhat of a teacher’s pet," He rubbed the back of his neck.

"No its fine. I can always figure it out. I don’t want you to make any sacrifices for me," I said guiltily.

"Don’t worry about it. If I can help out a fellow student, then its worth it. Anyway, I have to make up for scraping your hand," he let out a nervous laugh.

Crap. I had totally forgotten that I had scrapped my hand. It might have been almost completely healed by now. I might have been more human than werewolf at this point, but I still had things like super healing. Yes, that was a thing born werewolves had. Also the only reason why I never got sick, ever. I hid my palm so he can't see how it looked. It was one way to find out that I was something else besides human.

"We should get to class," he said speeding up a bit, I matched his speed. For a vampire he was slow, although I think he was walking slow for me.

We had finally reached the class, it was one of the many clustered classrooms. They were all grouped together and they were big enough to accommodate 20 students and the teacher. They all were like the other buildings I has seen. They were made out of wood and the insides were white.

We entered the class room with the rest of the students. The desks were formed in some kind of half circle all around the small desk that a man, that had a button shirt with rolled up sleeves, worn out jeans and neck length hair that was tied into a ponytail at the nip of his neck, leaned against, focusing on a piece of paper he held in his hand. He had brunette hair and brown eyes, with a bit of a stubble on his face.

“You’re a new face,” he said and as always, a few students had already noticed my presence. Of course in a small town like this everyone will notice if there is a transfer student.

“Yes, sir. I’m the transfer student,” I explained.

“Do you have a name?” he asked.

“Anna Whitmore, sir”

"Well Anna, I'm Mr Fisher, but everyone calls me Mr. D and some jocks call me D-man, but you can call me Mr. D. There is no need for public introductions you'll have a lot of those in your other classes. You can take any open seat and if you have trouble with the work you can come talk to me or George whom I see you're already acquainted with," He talked to me while going over his notes. I sat at the back of the class where no prying eyes can see me.

I looked around as Mr. D began with his lesson and the blonde girl I saw earlier was staring at me. She didn't look long before she turned her head back to the front.