Dean is your typical rebel - skips classes, good at sports, always goofing off in class... Every kid in your year wants to be like him. He's always alternating between girlfriends like it's a competition, and gets so much detention you'd think he lives in the school building.

But there's just one problem. One time in science, Dean was your lab partner for an experiment. He got a cut on his hand from being stupid and had to leave, drops of his blood on the table. You'd waited until no one was looking, of course, before having an experimental little taste.

And now? You were hooked. Every time you saw Dean, you could smell his blood pulsing through his veins - could imagine shoving him against the wall, sinking your fangs into his neck-

"Hey. What're you staring at?" Dean frowned, sitting next to you in English for a group project. You gulped, realising you'd been staring at his neck again.