7:00 A.M.
The first day of school. I could already hear my foster parents moving around. I run a hand over my face and groan as I sit up in bed. I feel my old bones shifting as I move to put my lip piercings in.
It's not easy being three hundred years old.
I don't age, I'm immortal actually. And I hate my life. Or what's left of it. Can you call this "living"? I'm undead. Whatever. My foster parents are really vampires who took me in.
I put on black jeans and a random band shirt from the pile of clothes becoming a black hole in my room. I pull on my Van's and walk out to meet the rainy day.
I'm nearly late to the bus. I took the detour that was sure to lead me away from preps, it worked. Yet I can only delay them for so long...
Soon, I'm on this bus. There's couples in each other's laps, bullies cutting into the seats, the paranoid caffeine addicts bouncing and staring out the window. Then, I see her. This beauty set before me in the midst of my imagination. She has black and deep red hair, purple lipstick, dark eyes, combat boots, and a tight little corset dress for me to behold.
She's perfect. In this sea of losers, I can see her waiting. She's not like the others. Sitting so serenely, unaware of what's to come; she waits. How do I talk to this creature? Whoa, wait. What's happening? I don't even know her. She definitely wouldn't be into me. I turn away and wait for the bus to park.
"Not in a million years." I whisper to myself.
I grab my black backpack and start towards the front of the bus. Someone pushes me. "Oh, just an accident."
No fucking accident.
"Watch it, fag."
A tall dude sporting the school colors and a dumb hair cut appears. He smirks, waves his friends over, and they all exit the bus after squeezing his girlfriend's ass.
"Sick."
I pull my bag back on my shoulder and start heading out. I pick up my schedule from the office and lean on a nearby wall as I read it. First hour math, great.
The bell rings, signalling that we must obey and go to class. I find my way to math just after the tardy bell. Since it's the first day, no one cares. The door creaks open and I'm greeted with a look of disgust from the teacher. I keep my eyes to the floor as I stumble to an empty desk. Then I see her. She sees me. We share a moment of shock, like we know each other. It lasts but a moment, yet feels like eternities. I soon find myself sitting in an empty desk next to her. She pulls out a sketchbook and ignores the lecture. Ooh, she's an artist. She's a work of art herself, I think to myself as I bite my lip.
"Hi. Heyyyyy. Hello?" She whispers.
I only then realize that I've been staring at her chest, sharp collar bones, beautifully pale shoulders, and *facepalm*.
"Hey, I'm s-sorry. M-My name's..."
Fuck.
"Uhh, James."
"Hey. My name's Lilith. Do you want some gum?" She waved a pack of fresh mint.
"Y-Yeah."
As I was reaching for the gum, I knocked over her thermos. A thick, odd liquid began to pool on her desk. She started looking very concerned and nervous.
Um.
"It's okay. I was getting sick of tomato juice anyway..."
"Huh, yeah."
