Don't Smile.

                           I couldn’t resist it any longer. He just smelled so good.

But I kept my cool. It was difficult keeping myself together as Ryan Turner, the love of my life, endured a nosebleed right next to me. I felt my heart rate increase and all my senses became intensified the instant the blood vessel in his up his nostrils bursted. He was bleeding because Abby Smith was sitting in front of him and when our school cheerleaders had prompted us to stand up and do a cheer, she jumped and knocked her head into Ryan’s nose. 

                I clutched the edge of the bleachers with my life. I dug my fingernails so hard into the metal that they broke in half. I locked my gaze onto the playing field in front of me, but hearing Ryan groaning in pain and I couldn’t stand it, so I closed my eyes. Part of me wanted to comfort him, because I loved him. But the other part of me wanted to plunge my fangs into his beautifully long neck and drink the life out him. It sounded mildly romantic. I imagined myself drinking the life out of Ryan and that made me laugh. I smiled, showing my teeth.

                “What are you laugh—“ I turned my head to the left to follow the voice that was aimed at me. I opened my eyes   and saw that I was staring straight into Abby Smith’s eyes. She was staring at me with a look of terror on her face, like she had seen a ghost. I closed my mouth and puffed out my cheeks, but it was too late. She had already seen my fangs, and in my head, I cursed myself for being so stupid. Suddenly she was screaming and pointing at me. Everyone on the field stared at me. I was frozen in fear. And everyone’s faces turned transitioned from curiosity to utter hatred. The person that was helping Ryan off the bleachers said that I wanted to kill Ryan and someone behind me began screamed at the top of their lungs to “kill the vampire”. Suddenly the entire school erupted into death threats that were aimed at me.

                I had realized that when I smiled at Abby, my fangs were showing. I jumped up and tumbled down the bleachers to get away from the chaos. People were pulling on my clothes and grabbing things out of my jacket pocket. Luckily, none of them got a secure grip on me, and I was able to slip through most of the people because of my thinness.

                When I got off the bleachers, I shot right because there was the nearest exit. I ran as fast as I could in my black sneakers and short-shorts. I was doubly out of shape; I hadn’t been going to the gym for weeks and it was at that moment that I truly regretted not going.

                The entire school was after me. Occasionally I would glance behind me and see a few of my teachers inside the crowd. It sounded like a stampede of rabid bulls were chasing, and that they weren’t going for the red color but for me, the matador.

                I dashed through the halls as quickly as I could. Fortunately, there were no classes in session because all the students had been forced to go to the Rally for homecoming, so I had less to worry about being immediately stopped in my tracks by an opening door.

                I dashed around the corners of the school. I rounded the corners of the cafeteria and the court yard. Luckily my school was big, so it was difficult for everyone to keep up with me. And because I’m a vampire, I don’t get exasperated while doing things like humans do. Normally, a human’s heart rate would increase and their muscles would soon become exhausted after such exertion of their bodies, but I was not human, and that was one of the things that benefitted me from being different.

                Running in circles around the school building was getting tedious and dangerous. Some students had learned my route and caught up with me. I knew because I their shouts were more distinctive and the sound of their feet hitting the ground was louder than it had been before. I needed to think of something quickly.