-E's P.O.V-

Looking at the clock in English that read 1:23 in the afternoon made my mind at ease. It was 6th period, one more period to go.

My seat in English was in the front, not only am I looking like a smart ass kid, I look like the teachers pet. What if I'm in someone's seat? Will they kill me?

"Class, class! Take your seats!" The lady in the floral dress yelled at the class standing up from her desk.

Being a junior and looking like the ultimate freshman with your color coded map out, made me want to die inside.
My other school, was a private school. I didn't have to worry about these types of things.

The class went silent.

"Alright, My name is Ms.Daeé. I will be your new teacher while Mrs.Tolinn will be out on maternity leave. Since its my first day, you won't have to worry about me being the mean teacher for a bit,"

She got her seating chart out from one of the drawers in her desk,

"Alright. Before Mrs.Tolinn left she told you there would be a group project that you'll be doing. You have assigned partners as well, I know life is rough, I am putting your groups up on the board so you can come and look at it. Remember it's a project on the other person. So please, learn something from it."

Everyone bolted up to the front of the board except a few people, including myself.

Some people scoffed in anger on who their partner was , some smiled and laughed on who they got.

Everyone knew everyone here,
I knew one person who was not in any of my classes.

When everyone dispersed and went back to their seats, I walked up to the board, scanning to find my name.

I found my name, next to someone named Peter, Great. Probably some one fucking opposite from me.

I turned around seeing the same tall guy with light brown hair and emerald green eye's. The same guy that sat at my lunch table.

"So, Miss No-name does have a name. Emilie, I like it I guess we're not strangers anymore."
He said with a smirk. His accent made me let out a small smile, just of how the way he said my name.

I stood there in shock, making it obvious that I was in 'LaLa land', "And you are Peter and not a demon."

He glanced to the left looking at the door then looked back at me, "To a degree yes I am, only on week days."

On a awkward note, I walked past him back to my seat.

He turned around after me, pulling up a empty desk next to mine with one hand.

He made it look so effortless. He then sat down, letting out a sigh and got out a pen.

"Uh, " I said going into one of my notebooks and ripping out a piece of filler paper, "Do you want one?"

He smiled at me, making my insides churn, " No thank you, I have a good memory. I'll study you for a bit." He said placing the pen he was holding in my hand.

His fingertips touching my fingers, so cold.

"So," I said placing the tip of the pen on the paper, "Tell me about yourself."

He scoffed, "Wow, so many things and I still would consider myself not interesting. My name is Peter. I'm 18, today's my first day of public school, here at ShearWater."

I started writing everything he said down, but he then stopped and took the pen out of my hand and placed it down next to him.

"You dont need to remember that, I'm more interested about you. Tell me about yourself." He said crumpling up the piece of paper.

I folded my hands together ontop of my desk. Why'd he do that, "Like what?"

"Everything." He said so fluidly.

I gulped, This boy he seemed so familiar. Like I've seen him before or I knew him in a past life. I feel like I could tell him anything,
"My name is Emilie Jones. I'm 17, and I live with my dad. I never knew my mom or where I came from. I don't get out a lot-"

"Why not?" He said sternly furrowing his eyebrows.

"My father, he's very protective of me. He doesn't let me have friends or go outside by myself. I used to have one friend before, she was murdered a while back, it hit me hard ,but then we moved. I guess he's just looking out for me."

Peter sighed and leaned in close to me, " So youre the only one left..," Peter bit his lip. His mind went out into some serious thought and then brought his attention back to me, "What if I told you, I could take you out of a adventure, and see the outside world Ms.Jones?"

"I would think you're crazy, my father would never allow it."

His eyes grew brighter, almost turning a yellow color, "I wan't to show you how the world is. Let me take you out tonight. We can go to the Opera house."

My eyes widened, "Why the sudden interest in me, We don't even know each other well enough to go out. My father-"

"I'm picking you up at 7. I'll persuade your father. Wear something red."

The bell rung.

He grabbed his backpack and flung it around his shoudlers. This scene was too familiar, I had to change it.

"Wait!," I said standing up and grabbing my things, "You don't know where I live, how would you find me?"

He laughed to himself , "So you are interested, what's your address?"

Now that I've come to think of it , I don't know.

"I don't remember. I mean, I just moved here."

"Do you know how you got here?"

"Yes but-"

He picked up the remaining books of mine on the floor and put them in my arms, "Then I'll drive you home, so I know where you live."

I opened my mouth to respond, but he walked out the door before I could respond.