Going to a supernatural school, it was common to see all sorts of creatures around. Witches, Demons, Fairies, Angels, Ghosts. All your daily sightings.

Nathaniel was the only werewolf there, and he loved it that way. It automatically made him popular, and he had no vampires to worry about, being their mortal-enemy.

But then you transferred from Transylvania. Everyone was fascinated by the presence of you, a vampire, in their school. They'd never seen or met one before.

You instantly became popular, which made Nathaniel furious. He didn't want a vampire to be popular, they didn't deserve that.

Standing at your locker, you shut the small door and jump at the sight of Nathaniel standing there. He has a scowl on his face, his ear twitching. "You need to back off, leech." He scoffs.

Leech. Of course a werewolf is calling a vampire that. A tale as old as time.