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The week was a bitch for type. He had too keep his friends near him at all times. Tharn was relentless.  Every chance he got he would try to put his hand down his pants.
Type several times had to push him off just to see that smirk. It annoyed type to no end.
After a few days he got wise to it, then he made sure he always had his friends around.
Sneaking a peek at tharn by Thursday he smiled when he saw him in anger.
Type looked back to his table. Serves you right vampire.
Then he chewed his inner cheek. He hated the under lining fact he missed it and his body seemed to crave it.
Tin saw his sullen expression and elbowed him.
"You okay? Still not mad at us for not looking for you at the party right?"
Type smiled brightly.
"Wasent even thinking that."
Putting himself fully into the conversation tharn peeked at him Just to fuel his anger. Why is he so happy?
The rest of the day went quick and for unknown reason he hesitated at his locker til the other students left.
Being alone he bit his lip confused why tharn wasent around.
Closing his locker he turned around to go home. Stopping He saw tharn with his friends walking towards him.
He kept his head hung and tharn hit him with his shoulder.
His friends kept walking with ease.
Type turned around to see tharn walking back wards for a moment to shot him a cold smirk.
Frustration that turned to anger got to him.
"Watch it you corpse."
Tharn stopped for a moment at the insult.
"You have something to say you walking mistake!"
Type balled his fists but he stood his ground.
"The only mistake here is you. Your kind shouldn't exist."
Tharn smiled.
"My kind shouldn't?"
Then he walked to him being a foot apart.
"At least my mother didn't open her legs for any vampire to procreate with to make a half breed like you."
Type leaned back amazed tharn would say that to him. We are nothing but enemies.
Type then brought his fist up punching tharn in the mouth.
His head went to the side.
"You little!"
Then his friends had his arms.
Type backed away astonished tharn would even utter that.
"Least my mother probably had sex with one. And what your mother probably had sex with several just to make you!"
Tharn leaned forward trying to get to type.
He smiled retreating.
Soon tharns friends let him go.
"Tharn he's not worth it."
Then he motioned to his other friend to keep walking.
Glaring at types retreating back he swore he saw him whip.his eyes before he couldn't see him anymore.
Looking down he let himself get carried away.
Did he make him cry?
Maybe type was right, maybe this shouldn't happen. But why did tharn keep seeing flashes of his face and hearing his moans echo in his ears.
Shaking his head he turned around to catch up with his friends.
Walking home type kept wiping his eyes. Anger made him cry.
Why would tharn say those things?
Getting home he had stopped the tears.
Going to the kitchen he got a snack and a vile of blood. He spun it around his fingers. His eyes looked far off chewing his food slowly.
After he finished he put the vile back to go to his room.
Laying on.his side he cradled himself.
"Prick!" "Jerk!" "Asshole!"
He gritted his teeth.
Closing his eyes he got mad at himself.
He was hard. In the back of his head he knew he wanted the sex but after today they were done.
Breathing in the memories flood his mind.
He went slowly down placing his hand to his memeber slowly jerking himself off.
Licking his lips the memories played faster.
"Aaaah tharn!"
Then abruptly tharns words filled his head.
"Don't cum without me type!"
His eyes widen and his dick went soft.
"Damn it!"
Turning to his back he looked towards the ceiling frustrated.
"You got to be fucking kidding me right now!" "What i can't cum without the vampire fucking me!"
He shook his head in anger.
"This is bull!"
Then he sat up taking his phone from his pocket to text tharn.
Type: your an asshole!
Then type turned off his phone irratated that he texted him.
Drumming his fingers on his knee he turned his phone back on.
Nothing.
Type breathed in.
Type: your a demon.
Minutes pasted.
Frustrated he threw the phone to the floor biting his inner cheek. Why did he want him to text him back.
Finally the night closed for him.
The next day still nothing from tharn. Maybe they were really done.
Frustration turned to depression.
He didn't drink any blood before he left.
The whole day his stomach hurt.
His friends tried to figure out what was wrong but type just shook his head.
Going to lunch he grabbed food and blood but didn't drink it and he swirled his food around.
His friends were worried.
"Are you okay type?" They asked one by one.
He nodded keeping his eyes down at his food.
"Just tired."
They looked to each other shrugging.
Type couldn't help it he peeked at the table just to bring his eyes back, clutching his stomach.
Tharn wasent there just his 4 friends.
Getting annoyed with how he was feeling he got up first to throw his food and blood away.
Walking in the empty hall he stood in front of there closet looking at the door gritting his teeth.
He cluched his stomach tighter.
Shaking his head his legs got wobbly and he had to put his hand to the wall for support.
His face went pale white and his knees gave out, his stomach hurled itself forward.
"Mmmmm"
He groaned in pain.
Just then tharn walked into the hall after speaking to his father.
He looked to the boy who was on the floor in pain
"Type?"
Rushing towards him he crotched down in front of him. His eyes widen.
Type looked like he was dying.
Tharn for the first time in his life felt general fear.