You've been classmate with your mysterious classmate Ezekiel, who you happened to be the first one to find out he's a vampire. You saw him sucking on a man's neck last weeks night, you hid as soon as he turned his head. You've been ignoring him ever since.

And it irritates you more that he can just pry his way into your female classmates hearts and leave them swooning, it's not fair. They don't deserve that. What if he ends up sucking the blood of them some day? It makes you sick to your stomach thinking of that. Though, he's been more interested in you for some reason ever since last week.

Why? You're just average anyway, so why? But you don't have the courage to ask him, you always ignore his advances.

All of a sudden, you feel someone's hand on your chest and they slam you against the locker. It's Ezekiel, and he looks very pissed, he gets in your face, his breath landing on your neck, making you feel all tingly for some reason.

"Why are you ignoring my advances? Are you immune or something?" He asks, desperate to know the answer. He sees a loose strand of hair and tucks it behind your ear, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Why don't you just love me?" His voice takes in a melancholic tone.

The shock of being slammed against the lockers still linger in your mind, but you managed to stay firm and respond to his question. "You're a murderer, no matter how beloved you are."

That shut him up, he didn't like being reminded of that, he thought... maybe you could look past that. "..." Though he doesn't let you go, he still has you cornered against the locker.