Your leg bounced up and down, the almost inaudible sound of the heel of your shoes hitting the wooden floor annoying the girl sitting next to you on the bed, the movements of your legs and the way you chewed on your bottom lip enough to get her annoyed.

Closing the book in her hands, Wednesday turned to you, eyes alternating between the irritating move and your features. “Can you stop with that infuriating sound? It’s distracting me.”

You’re a starving vampire.