Nathan sighed, a little bit shaken up with the hullabaloo of the morning. He ran his fingers through his hair, and shook his head. "Nah, I'm alright. I should've watched where I was going. Then again, it seems there's been a lot of bloodshed already today." He laughed slightly at his own joke. He stood there for a second, taking in the fresh air, and smiling stupidly at nothing, really. "Oh! I'm Nathan. I've seen you around the school before, but I've never been much of a talker," he shrugged. He added curiously, "So why is everyone standing around, exactly? I just walked outside, and it seems everyone is just hanging out on the street," he laughed.

First time I've laughed in a while.

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Greyson panted heavily, trying to figure out what to do. He felt bad for just leaving Calyx there. He was sure everyone must have been really hating him back there, but how could he help it? What should he have done, killed her? No one would have calmly understood how he was different, if he told them. Someone would rat him out.

For some unexplainable reason, he found himself running back to her. "Sorry," he explained, "Nature called." He frowned when he saw the time on his iPhone. Three minutes until the bell rang. "Yeah, we really have to go." He murmured. "I'd skip, but I'm sure you don't want that on your record."

((Right, Im just jumping in now

Geez, Im gone for a day or so and all this happens xD))

Skye opened her blue eyes and looked over to her bedside clock. Skye barely acknowledged the time and closed her eyes again only for them to shoot open. Skye sat up quickly. She had 5 minutes to get to school?! She jumped out of bed and threw on a pair of skinny jeans, a grey sleeveless and a pair of balck converses.She brushed her hair at top speed, but Skye did that most of the time. Skye didn't even bother having breakfast. She grabbed her bag and sprinted outand towards school, her blonde hair streaming out behind her.

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When Skye reached the school after about 2 minutes. She walked through the crowd of people whilst looking a the floor. She didn't really need to sit down since she wasnt tired, but she wanted to so she wasnt as noticable. She looked up from the floor and scanned the area for a bench. Through the crowd she saw a old bench. She began walking towards it.

Greyson smiled, realizing Calyx was a bit more naughty than he expected her to be. "Well, I'd offer that we could skip tomorrow, but I have to check my schedule as well," he said, fluently in the language of sarcasm. "Hurry, go drop him off, and we can make a run for it. We must have five minutes or so until the bell rings," he chided.

((Fail. DX))

((Sorry I've not been here, got grounded from the computer... >.<))

It seemed like forever until Skye reached the bench she was walking to, but she had been walking slowly. She looked up from the floor only to see the bench had been taken. Darn.. I wanted that bench! Skye thought angrily. She turned around and walked into the school building. When she was inside she found her locker and chucked her bag in. She then turned around again and walked back out. She had expected to get here and have to sprint in. Her clock must be fast. "I'll change it later.. after destroying it." Skye mumbled. She hated her clock, it's always fast which results in Skye rushing round like a headless chicken. She didnt even have breakfast.. not that she needed it. But Skye liked her breakfast, most of the time. Waaiit, how did she just get from thinking about destroying her clock to breakfast? Skye shruged. She often didnt know what she was thinking about, but that was fine.

Skye was walking with her gaze on the floor again. She could hear the voices of her peers around her, but didnt register any of it. It was all just a dull hum to Skye. Skye was thinking again, but who knows what she was thinking. Skye probably didnt even know what she as thinking about. She hen started to think about what she was thinking. Rabbits, food, breakfast. Yeah, bre-- Skye's thought were interupted when she walked into someone(Grey). She looked up to his face. "Oh, sorry.." She said quietly. She couldnt help but stand still, frozen. There was something different about him. He wasn't like everyone else for sure, but why?

Greyson stopped his flirting, only to find a blonde-haired girl had bumped into him. "Uh, are you alright?" He asked gingerly, and flashed the girl a warmheartedly smile. He looked into her eyes, and scanned them instinctively, knowing something was amiss about her. His eyes widened, and his smile fled, once he realized what it was. Werewolf.

He stood his ground, but instinctively wished to flee, as werewolves and vampires are natural enemies. He had encountered numerous werewolves throughout the course of his life, but none had been female, strangely enough. "I'm Greyson," he found himself saying. "It's... nice. Yeah, it's nice to meet you," he murmured, wondering if it truly was nice.

((If it's ok, Skye will only have met one vampire before.))

Skye gave a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." Skye bit her bottom lip. She became lost in her thoughts, again. After afew long seconds, Skye realised that the 'person' had said something. "Oh, I'm Skye," She said with a small smile, "I suppose it's nice to meet you, too." She then realised that Greyson had widened his eyes and his smile had left. Skye looked around her quickly. "Is there something wrong?" She asked curiously. There was something familiar about Greyson. She had met someone like him before but wasnt sure why that person was different.

((That's fine.))

Greyson shook out of his strange trance, and his teasing smile and the common vivacity of his emerald eyes returned. "Oh, well. Time for school, soon. We best not be late..." He muttered, scratching the back of his head. The presence of the werewolf altered the entire atmosphere. His skin turned prickly and clammy with goosebumps, the small amount of color that usually was present in his skin fled, and his voice seemed to rise an octave. He looked down at the asphalt, hoping not to alert the werewolf that he was a vampire.

It may just be best to kill her when I have the chance, his thoughts seemed to mumur. He felt as if he could not, though, as she was a female, and it would be completely unchivalrous at best to commit such a crime.

Suddenly, the bell rang. Students began to run, anticipating the beginning of class, which would arrive in five or so minutes, although Greyson did not know the exact schedule of the school yet, and truly didn't care. His gaze diverted to Calyx, and a smile crept on his handsome face. "Shall we sally forth?" He inquired playfully, a fake British accent on his lips.