Charlotte walked over to him gracefully, stuffing what change she had left in her back pocket. She popped a skittle in her mouth. "Let's roll," she said, walking into the movie theater. It took her eyes a minute to adjust properly.

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((-yawn- Jace is unactive. ))

Jace stood up, taking his book with him. "Nice meeting you, I guess," he said quietly to Ze before walking away. The girl was making him uncomfortable and unhappy. Stuffing his book in his backpack, he decided that he should watch a movie. Shutter Island sounded good to him.

He walked into the theater and bought his ticket*.

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Josh sat at the very back of the theater, feet propped on the seats in front of him, a coke next to him, and a bag of popcorn sitting on his lap. He studied the screen in silence, waiting for Shutter Island to start.

Sarah sat down, and watched as Angel sat down next to her.

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Charlotte sat down next to Derek, popping another skittle in her mouth. She smirked at him a little in the darkness, even though she knew he couldn't see.

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Sarah glared at the back of her sister's head. So now she has a boyfriend? She narrowed her eyes. Mmmm. I'm going to ask her all about it when she gets home.

^ Boyfriend hate. xD 

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Josh smiled a little to himself as she movie started. He watched closely.

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Jace flopped down on the other side of Angel, adjusting his glas ses, and watching as the movie started. He bit his lip nervously; he could feel somebody's eyes on him and it was making him jumpy.

((Hey Flare, where's Tess?))

Charlotte glanced at Derek nervously out of the corner of her eye. Ugh. He's probably taken. This sucks. She thought sourly, frowning a little to herself. She ate another skittle in silence. Why is it every guy I like, is either taken or GAY? What's wrong with me?

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( At home.. Should I bring her to the movie theatre? xD )

Derek smiled somewhat small at the screen, nibbling his lip.

(( Yeah! Make her sit next to either Josh, the freakish wolf boy, or Jace, the socially rejected Prince Charming. XD))

Charlotte mustered up what little courage she had left, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "So...Do you have a girlfriend?" She braced herself for the pain rejection usually brought.

The smell hit Josh again, but closer this time. He brought his eyes slowly over to Erin, mouth water hungrily. He spotted the blood on her lip, and then tried to drag his eyes away, but couldn't. He went into a panic. What time is it?! What day is it today?! He glanced down at his watch for a moment. It was only 5:38 pm. He exhaled slowly and focused on the screen again. He wasn't going to be forced into his wolf state quite yet.

But he couldn't seem to stop his mouth from watering at the scent of blood. I'm such a freak. I Shouldn't be alive. He groaned inwardly. How come I can't have normal lust, like every other teen out there, instead of bloodlust? So unfair.

Josh swallowed, and then glanced at her. His hair fell over his eyes, as usual, hiding their strangely dialated pupils. "You didn't do anything," he blinked and said quietly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you what's wrong." He winced as the bruise that covered his left eye and part of his cheek started to throb again. GREAT.

He held back a curse as somebody behind them said a sharp, shhhhhh. He turned back to the screen in silence, but his mind was flying all over the place at a hundred miles per hour. She probably thinks I'm such a freak...Staring at a stranger like I'm about to take a bite out of her arm...GOD. She probably thinks I'm some sort of pervert or something. 

He sighed heavily to himself.

Josh blinked slowly, trying not to seem as strained or, well, hungry as he was. "My name's Josh," he said in an unnervingly quiet voice. "And I know what it's like to be beat; my father's an alcoholic." His voice contained no trace of bitterness, self-pity or any other emotion, really. It was just...flat and quiet.

He glanced at the screen, flicking the hair that was bothering him out of his face. He didn't have to struggle too hard to see Erin, as his eyes were strangly accurate in even the darkest of places. He glanced at her bruise, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. Her eyes were a bright, cold blue that seemed to be like two chips of ice. It reminded him of his own indigo eyes.

He glanced at his watch again, even though he knew it couldn't have been over five minutes. But he was always skitterish on the evening before the full moon. Because he'd fall asleep in his little attic that night, and then wake up the next morning covered in blood, drowsy, and miles away from his house.

He sighed, letting his eyes focus unseeingly on the screen again. "Nice to meet you," he said quietly. "I guess."