*Virgils Pov*

"VIRGIL!"

I jump, snapping out of my thoughts. It's history class now, and we're talking about Frankenstein's monster.

"U-uh can you repeat the question sir?"

He nods. "I asked what was your belief on what Frankenstein looked like." He said calmly.

I only heard the last half of what he said. My mind was still struggling to wrap around what I saw and was told in the bathroom.

"Uh..... like a normal person? Ain't Frankenstein the creator and not the monster?" I asked.

He smiled. "Correct. Note what did his creation look like?"

You cocky mother fuc-

"From the original source, Adam is perceived to be a strikingly handsome man, but with glowing orange eyes to show his true monstrous inner ambitions."

I look up at the door.

A tall slender and pale figure was there, in a simple black polo and blue tie, blue jeans, and a shoulder bag at his side. He portages to his black glasses to show his sparkling star blue eyes.

And I pale. He better not-

"Ah!" The teacher exclaims, cutting of my inner monologue AGAIN. "Come on in!"

He steps in and walks to the teachers side. "Children, This is Logan White. He's our newest student. So make him feel welcome!"

He looks around and his gaze settles on me. I practically shrink into my hoodie and looking away. I already know what's gonna happen.

"Go take the last seat by Virgil. He'll help you out in this class."

Wanna bet teach?

He nods and walks over, putting his bag beside him and sitting down beside me. I don't look at him. Don't acknowledge him. I gave forward.

He doesn't say anything either. But I soon see a note being put on my desk. I ain't touching it.

It gets pushed forward with the end of a pencil till it's practically under my nose.

Nope. Still ain't looking.

Then I feel something on my face. I scratch it but it doesn't leave. I keep scratching, more and more frantically.

"Just read the note." Logan says quietly.

I growl to myself and cave in,opening the tiny note.

"I will walk home with you. Think of a story to tell your parental figures."

I blink. I turn to him and he's looking at the board.

I take my pencil out and write.as kindly as I can,

NO

And I toss it in his direction.

He holds the note but doesn't open it. And he doesn't say anything until class ends. And when that bell rings I swear to you I Usain BOLT IT.

I go straight to the office and ask for the nurse, which they let me go in.

"Ma'am May I be sent home early?" I ask weakly but frantically.

She looks over me. "Lemme check you out first dear. Tell me what's wrong."

I sit across from her on the bed. "I'm having a small panic attack and I KNOW if I stay here it'll get worse." I say, out of breath.

She puts a thermometer in my mouth and when it says I'm normal, she gives my a class of water. "Here hon. Sit here, drink this. If you still wanna leave when you're done, I'll ask your moms permission and send you home."

I nod. "Thank you." I say quietly. I sip on the water for about 10 minutes. I do feel calmer, but I really don't wanna stay.

The nurse comes in. "May I go home?" I ask.

She smiles and hands me a blanket. "Let me call your mom."

I'm left alone. Again. And a few minutes later she comes in.

"Now your mom said you can't go home..."

I pale again.

"...cause you don't have a key and the doors locked. But she will pick you up when she gets off work. She said she'll be around the end of 6th period. Is that ok?"

Anything is better than being here at school with a stalking demon.

"Yes ma'am. Thank you." I say with a small smile,folding and handing her blanket back.

She smiles and pats my head. "Now go finish that beautiful painting of yours."

I blushed and nod,waving as I leave.

My 6th period is art, and we have to paint a real life person with unreal colors or somehow distorted.

I was doing the art teacher cause why not. So I went in and put my stuff up, grabbing a smock and my easel, setting everything up as I grabbed my palette.

I sat down and put my head phones on,listening to the music as I worked. MCR is the best to play when painting.

But I'm not dumb. I still look for whenever that black eyed, somehow human looking, code bite, weird dude walking in.

I'm about 45 minutes when when the teacher pokes my shoulder. I jump and turn to her. She smiles as I remove my headphones.

"Your moms here." She says.

I smile and thank her,putting the painting and smock up. I grab my things and head to the front office to sign out.

I wave at the office people and walk outside, smiling as I look at my mom in the car,walking over and getting in.

"Everything ok?" She asked,feeing my head.

I give a small smile. "I'm ok. Just a rough day." I say.

Mom smiles. "Ok doll. Just don't make it a habit."

"I promise."

I smile as the car starts up and we drive away.

*Logans Pov*

I feel him leaving the school. But I don't mind. I've claimed him. I may track him when I please. And I fully intend to do that. As the day ends, I walk out the schools doors, and head to my claimed ones home.

"Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change." I mutter.