I Need You But I Don't Want You

Sarah's POV

"Sarah! Sarah! Time for school."

"Ugh" I mutter beneath the sheets. Today was the most dreaded of all days of the week, Monday. The weekend just flies by so quickly and I just know this is going to be a miserable day. First subject is Math and I know Mr. knight is famous for his pop quizzes and something just tells me one is coming today.

"Sarah! Sarah!"

"Coming mom" I respond quickly.

I knew she'll be marching up the stairs to fetch me if she ever has to call again. I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. At least if today day is going to be the worst day I can at least camouflage my mood and dress my best.

After showering, I make my way to my closet and pick out my favorite pair of black jeans with a pink and black dress shirt I recently bought with my allowance. I stare at myself in the mirror making sure my hair was neat and presentable enough to compliment the outfit.

"Sar-"

"I'm here" I reply jumping down the last two stairs before mom could finish calling my name. "What took you so long?" she inquire looking me from head to toe. I twirl and smile "time well spent" I nudge. She smiles and shakes her head.

I look at the table as breakfast is already laid out. I sit to to enjoy the meal before me but mom's voice interrupts "No time to eat now. Pack it up to take with you or you'll missed the bus."

I knew the consequences of missing the bus. Either I walk, which is about next to impossible or I wait on the next bus which will definitely get me to school late and I was not about staying after school for detention. I shuddered at the thought as I pack my breakfast grab my prepacked lunch and rush to the bus stop.

As if perfectly timed the bus arrives as soon as I reach. "Good morning Sarah" Steve the bus drivers smiles and says. I return the smile and the greeting as I give a quick nod.

Steve was one of the friendliest drivers I've ever met and the only one who seemed genuinely nice to all the students, whether they were nice to him or not. I sat in my usual seat, one row behind the driver's seat. I place my ear pods in and relax. "Sarah!" I open my eyes "you've got to turn those things down." Steve says as he shakes his head. "I've been calling for some time now"

I look around

"Yes, you are at school"

This had almost become his daily routine.

I stretch as a yawn accompanies it "thank you Steve...." I begin

"I owe you one" he chimes in knowingly. We both laugh as I get out. 'Oh how time flies when you're resting' I thought.

I stand at the gate and gaze at the huge building ahead. It's been 4 years already and still somehow I feel overwhelmed and small each time I arrived. I enter the school compound losing all the confidence I once possessed when I left home. I wasn't surprised, I know it wasn't going to last, it never does. Dressed up so pretty but no confidence to show off its full beauty. I hold my head down avoiding the least bit of contact with anyone as I walk the hallway to Math.

"Hey you look pretty today"

A smile escapes my lips as I turn around only to be face with a confused look from the face behind me.

"Hey get out of my way" he yells.

I look around then look at him with a questioning face, I point to myself.

"Who else do you think I can possibly be talking to" he snaps obviously irritated.

What was I thinking, of course he wanted me to move. I step aside and sigh. Wasn't I accustomed to this by now.

Blake's POV

The minute Sarah walks in I turn around, the room fills with the sweetest fragrance. Like a garden full of the most heavenly scented flowers. She avoids all contact fastening her eyes to the ground as though looking for something in particular. She walks slowly to class. I know the bell is about to ring shortly and I make my way behind her.

"Hey you look pretty today" I whisper

She pauses and is about to turn around. I guess she heard me. My heart skips a beat as I struggle to keep my composure. I am about to make eye contact with her when I feel a slap on my back.

"Hey buddy"

I turn to see Jake grinning from ear to ear. I turn back to face Sarah who is now looking at me with the sweetest smile.

"Hey get out of my way" I shout

She slowly steps aside, my heart sinks. Jakes laughs as he pushes past her almost pinning her to the door frame.

'I just had to do it' I convinced myself 'I can't be week, no one could know. If anyone found my weakness, that she was my weakness, who knows what they'll do.'

Let me properly introduce myself, I am Blake Jeafarr Blackman, Prince of the Black Moon Tribe. For years we've been hunted and killed, and even experimented on but a population of us has always survived. Most text books refer to us as mystical creatures, a mere Fairy-tale, simply a image of ones imagination. I guess it's that disbelief in our existence that have caused most humans to remain unaware of our existence. If perchance anyone ever cited one of us due to the usage of our ability, most people won't believe them blaming their vivid imagination.

Some have even become patients of mental institutions because of us.

I smile to myself when some history books call us extinct. However, the truth is we are endangered. Each one of us have special abilities that humans crave which also exceed all others of Supernatural realms.

From records of our true history passed down from generations, legend has it we started as a failed experiment but became a new species. A hybrid between the Werewolves and Vampires. Text books call us Werepires but we don't particularly like the name. We call ourselves The Originals.

We have many enemies yet we manage to successfully hide in plain eyesight. But any usage of our abilities produces a scent that the hunters detect from miles away which has caused us to be on the run for centuries.

My father wanted a normal childhood for me when I was born which proved to be a difficult task which means I have been to almost every part of the world by now. I was a child with a ticking time bomb unable to manage my abilities especially when I became emotionally unstable. I think by now I am able to control my abilities to some extent even though I make slip ups from time to time but nothing too major to send us packing again.

As a prince my abilities are rarer than the average of our kind and the higher the status the greater the power. So naturally being the Prince, I've had to be the most guarded for safety reasons. Some of the students at my school are actually trained bodyguards posing as students in efforts to avoid attention. It has always been like this since I was a kid. However, at that time the bodyguards were posing as teachers.

Of course for a while I never knew until one day when I was about 15 years old there was a false alarming threat and approximately 10 students from different classes acted as my shield. So much for thinking my growing up could be normal. After such a scene it is only obvious to expect it, I was transferred and we moved again.

Luckily I've been at the same school now for 4 years. I can't exactly tell you when I noticed Sarah. I know I've seen her about but I remember distinctly once turning 18, two months ago, I felt awaken, new, different....... and Sarah.... I somehow couldn't get enough of her.

"Earth to Blake"

I blink rapidly as I am jolted from my thoughts with Jake's hand waving annoyingly in front my face. I roll my eyes and look at him.

"Dude, where's your mind at? Ashley is here" he said overcome with excitement.

I look slowly in the direction of his gaze. Yeah that is her, walking into the room with her minions attached at the hip, Carly and Kate. She did shine with a glow that was definitely from the master touch of her paid make-up artist. Strutting on a cat walk laced with the stench of entitlement. Every girl either wanted to be her or be her friend.

'What did they really see in her?'

She focuses her attention on me as though enchanted. Somehow I tend to have that effect on people. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

As she reaches her seat she glances once again at me smiling seductively before sitting down. A forced smile meets hers but I think her head is too far in the clouds to even see how uninterested I am in her.

"Good morning class"

I hadn't even realise when Mr. Knight walked in.

"Pop Quiz"

There's a unified cry of disapproval. Well at least I'm not taken fully of guard. I've been working hard at studies, after all what's the use of Beauty without Brain.

Sarah's POV

"Pop Quiz"

'I knew it' I beam inwardly. I guess my intuition never lies. I look around and expressions of disappointment rage on each face, until my eyes fall on Blake. So calm, cool and collected, not a worry on his face. Unconsciously a smile escapes my lips. Just then he looks up and our eyes make four. For a moment I feel lost in his eyes. Then as if the generator in my brain jump starts I quickly recompose myself swinging my head to the front of the class.

'What was that?' I question myself.

My cheeks feel like they are on fire. 'Am I blushing?' I frown. 'What's wrong with me?' I sat patiently waiting for the test papers to be distributed but my head is in a world wind of thoughts. There's no denying his beauty, chiseled jawline, eyebrows with an arch shaped just thick enough to be seen without being overly bushy, his eyes....

I close my eyes as if reminiscing on the situation I had just found myself in less than a minute ago.

'His eyes....' I thought. I had no idea I started smiling again.

"Your time starts Now!"

My eyes fly open in a panic, I look around then down at my desk. I had been so carried away with my thoughts that I had not notice my test paper had been sitting on my desk waiting for me. I clear my head, open the paper and begin.

Blake's POV

I lift my eyes from my pencil case just in time to notice Sarah staring at me. I don't know why but I just couldn't pull my eyes away from her gaze. I felt drawn to her. I watched her rosy pink lips curve upward. The sweetest smile, the warmest feeling. I can't fully explain this feeling but I know its doing something to me.

The smile quickly fades and she turn back to the front. 'why was I feeling so attracted to her?' Even thought she looked away I couldn't tare my eyes from her. Her melanin glowing as if a halo surrounded her. Her type 4 hair twisted like locks resting just above her shoulders. She looks mesmerizing. From this angle I can see a potion of her face and I watch as she closes her eyes and smiles again.

My heart feels like it is about to explode. Her smile so infectious that before I realise it I'm smiling too. She seems so deep in thought that she doesn't even notice when Mr. Knight places the quiz on her desk. I wonder what has her smiling. 'I hope I'm the reason' I joke to myself.

The test begins and with one last glance at her I commence. Everything goes smoothly, the perks of always being prepared. I look up at others still writing, my eyes flick to her. Even when she is deeply concentrating she's enchanting. She twirls her pencil between her fingers before it came to a rest on her lower lip.

I close my eyes. 'Why is her every move having such an effect on me?' My dopamine levels spike. I open my eyes once again to her now searching the room as if answers lie hidden within the room. Then as if pulled by a force our eyes lock once again. This time a surge of pleasurable sensation ripples through my body that I can no longer physically withstand. I need to make narrow escape before I end up acting on any primal instincts. Handing in my paper quickly I leave the room.

Sarah's POV

The test isn't hard but it doesn't mean that some thinking isn't involve. I exhale with a sigh. 'Why couldn't 1+1=2 be all there was to Math?' Mr. Knight really knows how to make Mondays a nightmare.

'Find the length of the side marked X on the right angled triangle in the image shown'

This is easy, simply use Pythagoras Theorem. I want to make sure I don't lose marks carelessly so I scan my brain to ensure I apply the correct equation to solve the sum. I twirl the pencil in my hand as I think and as my mind is rolling my head looks around the room, at nothing in particular, until my eyes meet Blake. Our eye contact is forcefully broken when abruptly he gets up and leaves the room.

'Did I offend him? What did I do wrong?' These thoughts start to consume me.

A screech of a chair against the concrete floor jolts me back to my surroundings as another student gets up to hand in their test sheet. I shake my head hoping to reorganize my thoughts. 'No more time to lose' and with that I shift into concentration mode once again.

I leave the class room all finished and satisfied with my performance. I enter the hallway as students congregate in the walk way comparing answers. I sift through the crowd searching for Blake.