Clarise smiled at her teacher. He was a 24 year old hottie with abs, and every time he strectched in his desk you could catch a glimpse of those fine, toned biceps beneath his shirt.

He smiled back and motioned for her to do her work. She winked and finished her math problems.

"Clarise?" He suddenly called. "Would you mind speaking to me in the hall?" He stood up, straightened his tie, and left the room. Clarise grinned at his rear end as he exited, went to the door herself, unbuttoning another button on her shirt before slipping out.

"Mr. Wer?" She called, looking around.

"Right here." A voice right behind her said. She jumped at the proximity, but turned around grinning. She slapped his shoulder. "Paul, don't do that!" She exclaimed.

He chuckled, a low tone that had her melting. "It's Mr. Wer at school, remember?"

She quirked an eyebrow. "How could I forget?"

He laughed again. "Baby, you've got to stop looking at me like that in class."

"Like what?"

He growled and stepped closer, leaning to his ear. "Like you're trying your best not to tear my shirt off."

She grinned. "Why should I?"

"Because it makes me want to tear yours off." He replied matter-of-factly.

"Does it now?"

"Yes. And it's very distracting. I want to keep this job."

"Right. You being a werewolf, wouldn't it be easier to be a hunter?"

He pinched her side and she squirmed. "You being a vampire, wouldn't it be easier to take blood tests at the hospital?"

"I can't, I don't have a work permit." She mumbled back, glancing around the hallway.

There was a sudden clamour in the classroom, and Paul reluctantly pulled his teeth away from Clarise's shoulder.

"Hey!" He yelled, stepping into the classroom. "What's the noise?"

"It's... it's..." One girl said, before fainting and falling on the ground.

"Is she dead?" Clarise asked hopefully.

"Hullo there!" A British voice came from across the room. "We're looking for a Clarise?"

Clarise gasped and whirled to the voice. "OH MY GOD IT'S HARRY STYLES!"

The curly-haired Brit waved his fingers, and Clarise rushed into his awaiting arms. "I can't believe it's you!" She said into his chest, that was way more toned than Paul's.

"You won the contest. Now we get to take you home."

Her eyes lightened up. "Are you kidnapping me?"

Harry pulled out a gun. "I am, love. Outside, into the car."

Clarise grinned, her fangs showing, and happily walked out with Liam and Niall.

"Woah, woah, woah!" Paul said to Harry. "You can't kidnap her!"

He turned to Paul. "What? Why not? We do it all the time in fanfiction. Girls love being kidnapped by us!"

"Clarise doesn't!" Paul argued.

Harry motioned to the window, and Paul's heart broke when he saw her making out with Louis.

Fire surged through his veins, and he growled at Harry.

"That's it." Then he tackled Harry, his body becoming hairy and large. But that wasn't it. No, because Harry was doing the exact same thing!

He snarled, and then Harry, being four foot taller than Paul, of course, swatted him, and ripped his throat out.

The girls in the classroom cheered.

"Oh, Harry!" One said, walking to him. "Will you rip my throat out next?"

"No, me!" Another argued.

"No, me!" Said another.

"Don't worry, girls." Harry said, licking his lips. "I've got time for all of you."

[A/N. This is by far the funnest thing I've ever written. And it's possibly the shortest!!! HAHA. I couldn't resist making one of these. What do y'all think? Should Liam and Zayn have joined the fight?]