"Little Love"

I sighed heavily, trying to push myself over the edge, while trying to remain cool. "Wait up!" Tyler yelled from halfway across the beach. i sighed, and leaned against the hood of his car, biting my lip, ten minutes later Tyler was leaning over, breathing heavily.

"What do you mean you want me to never talk to you again?" he asked, when regaining his breath. "You heard me. Tyler, I'm a vampire. I can't choose who i want to be friends with." i muttered helplessly. i hated doing this to him, but well, i had no choice!

"So, what your saying is, is that I can't be friends with you? C'mon, it's only been a day, and i know your secret so what?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. i growled low in my throat. Tyler gulped but didn't back away, that was the wrong reaction.

"No...you weren't supposed to know about me. And now you know. I have to leave town. Get away from this place, before people start asking questions." I turn to go, but he walks up and grabs my shoulder. He tries to turn me around, i sigh and turn around, brushing his hand off of my shoulder.

"Look, you can't just go running away whenever you feel like it. Please, I'm not that bad of a person. Please, just give me chance?" He asked, looking into my eyes. "Why should I?" i whispered, my voice straining not to grab him into my arms and kiss him till his lips turn blue.

Because...I'm not like other guys. I rolled my eyes, "You may say that now, but Tyler, i know you. You've tortured everyone in that pathetic school. Even the nuns!" i threw my hands up in the air, and accidently slammed them onto the hood of his car.

He looked over at me, i sighed, "I can fix that." i mumbled and fixed the dent. "Look," he reaches for my hand, winces when he feels the cold but doesn't let go. "I'm not like the others. I've never 'tortured' anyone."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? Prove it." i said in a calm voice. He blinked, "What?" he asked, i stared into his eyes. "Prove to me that you really aren't a messed up pervert of a guy then maybe, just maybe I'll believe you." i said.

Don't worry, Haylee, I'm not the bad guy. "I know," i smiled evilly, and grabbed his shirt collar, reeling him in towards me. "Because I'm the bad girl." I said and then pulled him in for a good kiss. When he had started to moan i thought that i was taking it a bit too far.

I pulled back, a question in my eyes. Tyler only shook his head, then reached to play with my hair. I blinked, "I'm...sorry...i took it too far didn't I?" i asked, hurriedly rushing through my sentence. Tyler leans into me, wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in for another long, passionate kiss. I wasn't done kissing you. I raised an eyebrow, "When will you ever be done?" i asked in a flirting tone. "When i say so." he whispers, drawing back away from me.

"Well, lookie here, boys! I found our star quarter back making out on the hood of his car...with the witch!" shouted John a few feet away. i stopped, freezing my posture. I growled low in my throat. "It's alright, let me handle this." Tyler pushed me behind him.

Ever so sweet was he. i grinned and narrowed my eyes when John, Michael, Mitchell and Chad inched closer towards us. (Let me take them, Ty. They won't know what hit them.) I whispered to his mind. he stopped, looked back at me and grinned.

Thanks, but i think i got it covered. pretend to be scared. i rolled my eyes heavenward. Tyler turns back around to face them. "What did you just call her?" He asked, rolling up his invisible sleeves. I stifled a chuckle.

"You heard me," John said in a harsh tone. "Why were you making out with that witch?" He asked, smirking with the others. "Because maybe i like her. you got a problem with that?" Tyler cracked his knuckles.

I raised an eyebrow, things were about to get hot out here, and it wasn't just me. (Need my help?) Tyler shook his head, No, i wanna do things manly style. i giggled softly and watched as John stepped up to the challenge.

"Call my girlfriend a witch...one more time, i dare you." Tyler said in a loud voice. the others were backing away. This was their fight, not mine. (Girlfriend? We are so not on that level right now Ty, and you know it!) i hissed in his mind.

Kind of busy, at the moment. Don't watch, it'll be ugly. (Awe, baby, you'd get into a fight and get carted off to jail for me? How sweet, such the gentleman.) I snickered underneath my breath, "Girlfriend? Now your slutting on her?"