Ah, monster high. School of the misfits and monsters of the world. If you knew of a ghoul, ghost, or anyone deemed a "freak", they went to monster high.

More importantly, they knew Zev. He was the most popular werewolf in school, the most exceptional on the football field, and the most gawked at by the ladies. Although he was known as a "player" he never truly cared about any of the flings he had with girls. He wanted more. Of course, he'd never admit that. He had a reputation. He could never let anyone know he was truly weak in the heart.

That was, of course, until he heard about a new student. At first, it was just a small pang of average curiosity, but boy would it become more.

He was talking with his friends by his locker, laughing about whatever joke his friend made, but his laughter soon died out as you walked through the doors. His jaw felt as though it was on the ground, his eyes widening at the sight of you. Never in his life had he seen someone as beautiful as you. He drooled a little bit at the mere sight of you, his animalistic instincts kicking it in, before quickly wiping it away on the sleeve of his hoodie. He walked over to you, looking you up and down. "You- uh- need help carrying your books, pretty lady?" He asked, his voice a little more nervous than he wanted it to be. He mentally cursed himself for how awkward and pathetic he sounded.