As I sit on the bed, I groan with frustration. My hands reach up to my face, feeling the puffiness and swelling from all the tears I shed last night. I can't help but laugh hysterically at the realization that I've once again cried myself to sleep over a guy. As a result, I'm left with a migraine that feels like it could bore a hole in my brain. I haven't slept much, either. When my alarm goes off, I impulsively grab it and hurl it against the wall, watching it crumble into pieces, resembling the feeling in my heart.

UGH! "It was just a kiss. Nothing major, okay?" I knew that! Why am I even upset? It's not like we're in love and haven't been dating. He's an asshole, a player, and a vampire.

As I was about to begin my day, I noticed that the phone he had given me was flashing. This sight upsets me and causes me to frown, further intensifying my migraine. I look closer at the phone and realize Leopold has texted me.

Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time ;) A quote by Drake.

I purse my lips angrily at the message. "I am not jealous," I murmur. I put the phone on the nightstand and took a long shower. Just as the waterfalls on my heated skin, tears come next. Here I am, crying over a guy. The little quote keeps taunting me repeatedly. I am not in the mood to dress up, so I wear sweatpants and a sweater. My hair today is in a ponytail.

English class is excruciatingly boring because Angela kept obsessing over the kiss she shared with Leopold instead of working on the assignment. She recounted the specific details of their kiss and how she couldn't resist him. By the time the bell rang, I was sprinting towards my locker, grateful for the break since I wouldn't have to endure Angela's ramblings in my next class.

Angela continued to talk about the kiss during lunch and speculated that Leopold may have feelings for her, causing broken hearts in the school.

I am in hell.

In swimming class, to escape Angela, I make sure to be the last to finish my laps. I knew that the teacher would call me over to her desk. By the time I returned to the bench, class was almost over.

"Hey, "there's an enormous smile on Angela's face and an afterglow, which feels like the hundredth slap in the face today.

"Hey," I mumble.

"Have you seen Leo?"

"Why would I see that asshole!" I snap at her. 

She stared at me as if studying my face. I can feel my cheeks getting red. "I'm sorry. We have been together all day. You have seen the same thing as me."

She sighs. "I've been telling you all about the kiss, but I forgot to mention I didn't see him this morning after breakfast for our usual feeding. Leo and I need to talk about the kiss."

I turn and stare at her. I can see she's head over heels in love with the same asshole, and I am scared. I have never fought with someone about a guy, and Angela and I are friends... You should skip the next class; he might be in his room or the woods.

"You wouldn't mind?" 

A sarcastic chuckle mixed with a cough escapes my lips. I would enjoy the fucking break from you. "Nope, you're right. You should define your situation with Leo."

 Angela pulls me towards her into a tight hug. I don't go to history class; I just go to my favorite bench to calm down my depression. I am Isabella Hathaway. This should be a piece of cake if I were strong enough to survive my parent's death.

"Why are you depressed?" 

A groan escapes my lips, and my eyes close instinctively.  Why can't he leave me alone?

"Why are you following me?" My voice is hoarse.

"This is my school. I am everywhere." 

I sigh as the asshole chuckles. I keep my eyes closed and count to ten. Maybe when I am done, he's gone. Nope 

"So, why the depression?" Leo presses.

"Who says I'm depressed?" 

Leopold arches an eyebrow at me. I sigh and look up at him.

"Well, you look like a mental case."

"I'm not depressed," I try to lie, but Leopold sees right through it.

"Sure," he says sarcastically. "Why regret then?" 

"None of your business," I say breathlessly with anger.

"Fine, let's go to my dorm-"

"I am not going anywhere with you!"

"You either come to my dorm with me, or we go to the cubicle, and I'll speak to you there where people can here. You still have punishment." I purse my lips and walk behind Leopold towards his dorm room. Once at the dorm, he opens the door and walks in, standing by the door. I walk in but stay out of the room. "Make yourself at home-"

"I'm good right here since a feeding doesn't take long."

 Leo stares at me with a penetrating look that makes me feel naked and nervous simultaneously.

"Stop looking at me like that," I snap.

"Like what?" He asks with fake innocence and his stupid smirk.

"Like you're waiting for me to say something. I just wanted to let you know that I will say nothing. You should be the one saying something."

"Like?" He murmurs.

I roll my eyes at the annoying vampire. "I don't know. Thank you."

He scoffs. "I did not ask for your blood. You offered it to me," he says coldly, and that did it. 

I turn around and try to open the door; Leopold is next to me, fast closing the door with a loud bang from the force. I turn to glare at him; he puts an arm on each side of my body and leans closer to me.

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong-"

"Move," I say with my jaw tensing up.

"Isabella, I mean it. I'm sorry-"

"Save it. I don't want to listen to you--" 

"Isa. I am sorry. Thank you, thank you very much. You did not need to give me your blood, yet you saved my life. I am forever thankful to you," he gave me his rare sweet smile and my wall crumbled again. 

I nod softly, already forgiving the fucking vampire. "Well. You are welcome," I murmur.  

The smile on his face grows. "See, there is a sweet side to me." 

"I see that,"

"You didn't text back," Leo's tone is accusatory.  "Did you like my quote of the day?" 

I close my hand, making a fist I wish I could throw to his smug face. "You are wrong." He arches an eyebrow at me. "I'm not jealous--"

"You're not?" he asks with pure disbelief. "You're not upset that I kissed Angela instead of you?" 

The nails dig into my palm, and I am sure he can smell the blood my nails are drawing. "It's none of my business. Who you kiss--"

I stand up straight and try to push him off me, but he stands his ground, making my hand just be in his hard chest. Leopold sees something on my face that makes his eyebrows furrow together. He puts two fingers under my chin. "Isa..." his tone goes from taunting and playful to sad. It worries me. Leopold takes a deep breath and stares into my eyes. "I am not a righteous person. You are right not to trust me. It wouldn't be wise of you to fall in love with me... Okay?"

I stare at Leopold with a puzzled expression. What the hell is wrong with him?  He's been pursuing me since the moment he met me. Hell, he has been ignoring my constant cry to leave me alone!  What the fuck?

"Don't you think it is a little late for that?" It slips from my mouth before I can stop it. I meant to say something like are you insane or Why would you say something like that? But he threw me out for a loop, and I asked what was on my mind.

"What do you mean?" Leo frowns down at me as if he didn't like that question. Yet I saw it in his eyes. Hope. He hoped it was too late for me not to develop feelings.

"You should have thought of that when you started pursuing me. From the moment you met me, you were nothing but flirtatious." 

Leo let out a small sigh of relief. "I was never friendly towards you," he smirks, but it does not reach his eyes; it was as if he put it there to keep the pretense. "I was sure, but I am flirty with every woman I see." I glare at him, but he has a point. I had seen him. He flirts with every girl. Why would I be special? "I don't know what it is about you girls, but you always fall for the asshole, the dangerous boy," he spits the word dangerous boy as if it was disgusting. "It's like you girls were born to be a masochist." That was a hard slap to the face.  "If I was sweet like-"

"Eon," I finish. 

He glares, and I swear I see jealousy in his eyes, but it's gone as fast as it came. Leo smirks again, but this smirk is forced. "Yes. Like Eon. He's been nothing but nice to you. Yet you fell for me."

"You know what." I slap his hand off my face and push him back. This time, he stumbles backward. I take the opportunity to put some distance, but my only way for now is toward his bed. I can feel my face stretching into a taunting smile. "Who says I didn't fall for Eon? We are friendly-"

"You're not in love with Eon," there's a command on Leopold as he says that; he walks towards me with a severe look that looks hostile. I march his steps backward.

"I'm not?" I can feel the right side of my eyebrow lifting as my face stretches into a taunting smile.

"NO. You are not!" My face hurts from how hard I am smiling. I gasp as I fall on the bed, and Leo uses the opportunity to put a hand on each side of my body. Leo puts a hand on my cheek, ever so tender, and stares into my eyes. He's hiding something and looking for the right word to say it. "Tell me something. Would you have given Eon your blood like you did me, or would you just let the doctor help him?" I purse my lips. He has me there. "See. You might see Eon as a friend, but you and I have something special-"

"What? Unlike the other girls at school, I keep rejecting you-"

"You are unlike the other girls I bring to my bed. They are a release and plaything. It's a broken toy that is only meant to be used once. You are different. Special." 

I feel myself cough sarcastically. "I don't understand what you're trying to say, Leo, Nor do I care; the fact is that you didn't kiss a girl. You kiss Angela. The only friend I have at this school. As you put it, I was going behind her back to kiss you or have fun. The girl you want me to be is not me. I'll admit we had a moment where we would have shared a kiss... Maybe even more--"

"Were we?" he whispers, interrupting me.

"Yes... We got interrupted--"

"You know the kiss with Angela meant nothing, right?"

"I do," I say, and Leo smiles. "I also know Angela doesn't see it that way. I am not losing my friend over a boy who wants a fling with me. So go ahead and ignore my no's. Is not going to change." I stand up, rubbing against Leopold's body, as I have no choice. Leopold stands up with me with a smirk and steps back. I walk around Leopold towards the door. I am sure Leopold can hear in my heartbeat that I am lying about him not affecting me, but I don't care. I need to continue putting distance between us...