Bite Me

"Bite me." Worst words I'd ever mistakenly said. I was a freckled, brown-haired, peach skinned fourteen year old girl. I was athletic, bitchy, and pretty damn effed up. My parents sucked, my sister was the school slut, and both my brothers had gone off to the army to get away from my crazy-ass family.

I was sick of it all.

I had curves, but barely, just enough to get guys attention, but it was unwanted. Guys were my friends, and I didn't have time for their BS. I was exasperated by all this, honestly. I was a straight A student, I did every sport I could (it got me out of the stupid house), and I was school president. But my sister was captain of the cheerleading squad. I wasn't even on the cheerleading squad. If I were, she would just make my life hell even more than she already does.

One day, a girl came to our school. She flipped everything upside down. I'd skipped a grade, and was now in my sister's grade, and this girl was in most of my classes. She basically took over captain of cheerleading and tried to knock me off being president of school. That's when I had said it. I'd said "Bite me." And she did.
My very first vampire bite. It was like hell on earth. It felt like her teeth and burned their mark into my skin. She hunted me down. I guessed what she was and staked her. My house was burned the next day when I was supposed to be at a slumber party.

I was fifteen now. I was as cute, and slim, but toned, as I was a year ago. But I wasn't that smart athletic chick anymore. I always had ear buds popped in my ears, always dressed in black, thick eyeliner, black eye shadow, and black hair with its limp curls just laying against my back, in desperate need of a haircut, my bangs grown to my chin, curling around it. I even wore black or blood-red lipstick. I always wore hospital, rubber, beaded, and charm bracelets up both my forearms. Seven of my fingers having rings on them. My choker that I wore everyday wrapped around my neck.

I still had straight A's. But that was all that was of the old me. Going home to the orphanage every day wasn't a treat, but it was better than seeing everyone, staring, thinking "Look at that poor girl. Lost almost everyone in her family, and her brothers don't even want her." Si I sat down, reading a book, doing my homework, and going to sleep. Every day went like that.
Until another vampire came to my school.

I saw him. More sensed him, the bite under my choker tingling. I had a stake in my backpack always, but it's not like I knew how to use it. I mean come on, who knows how to use a stake? You just shove it through the heart? Or is there more to it than that? Anyway, he walked to the seat next to me in my first period (ELA advanced, college classes in the high school) and said "Hi."
"Hi." This was the first time I'd spoken in five months, since my birthday. He smiled, no fangs, but I knew they were hiding somewhere.
"I'm Tristan." He said, extending his hand. I shook it.
"Emma."

"It's nice to meet you, Emma." He flashed his fangs, seeing if I could see it.
"It's nice to meet you too Tristan." I smiled at him, and licked my canine, letting him know I knew, and put in my ear buds, blaring The Bird and The Worm by The Used. I unconsciously rubbed my neck in every class, where I sat alone in the back, and he took his seat next to me. I swallowed hard. Biting my lip, and just blaring my music, answering all the questions right, and scaring all the girly girls. It's when he sat down next to me at lunch, that I couldn't take it. I looked at him and said "I have a stake. Now go away."
"Good, that's kind of what I need to talk to you about..." He says, confusing me further.
"What?"