When your history teacher announced there was a new student in class, you didn't think much of it. You saw him walk in, in all his edgy glory and completely passed it off.

That was until Ambrose seemed insistent to be around you. His sarcastic comments and frustrating smirk pissed you off, and he knew it. He practically breathed in your annoyance.

This particular night, Ambrose decided he'd walk you home. He was usually persistent this time. "Where do you think you're off to, starships?" He spoke snidely, making sure to leave hardly much distance.

"Look, you can hate me all you want.. But you won't want to be out alone tonight, got it?" Ambrose warned you, a dead serious look you've never seen before in his stare.

When his boyish smile came through again, you noticed something you hadn't before. Everything felt clear now.

Fangs