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    Exposure


    I looked into those red eyes again. His red eyes were darker than blood, darker than hate. They were tingling with desire. He leaned down to my level and licked his lips. I thought he was going to kiss me, just as I had last night and before… but his head dipped below my mouth range. He kisses my neck softly, chuckles and then he grabs my shoulders and bites. One hand releases my shoulder and wraps around my torso tightly. I can’t move I feel cold my blood seems to be leaving my body. The man‘s lips suddenly feel warm and his ounce icy like body now seems hot. I moan and lean into him. He clamps down harder. My eyes are closing now… there is nothing, no pain, no joy, no emotion or feeling. I feel like I’m floating in an empty sea.
    "Demi! Get Up! Time for school!"
    "Go away." I mumbled as big Yellow lab puppy, Ash, jumped on top of me. My little brother Zack is obsessed with Pokémon and he is there, waking me up.
    "Go Away." I said again and I got up. With a yelp, Ash fell off my bed and ran away. I snickered and open my closet. I pulled out jeans a tight striped long shirt and a Juicy Couture Hoodie. It was fall and I spent my summer in Los Angeles in California. It's really hot. I never want to live there. But they have cute clothes. I was getting changed when I heard a click.
    "ZACK! Get Lost!"
    "Dem, Take a chill pill" He said and then laughed he is 14 and he just got a 'deep' voice. He likes to show it off.
    "Go...Away." I said through clenched teeth.
    "Jesus! You’re a feisty mama, aren't you? You need to cal-". I silenced him with a glare and he quickly ran away. I laughed quietly then finished changing.
    I go to Ashland High. I have two Best friends there, Rachel and Megan. Rach ran up to me first, Megan takes the bus.
    "Demdem," She yelled. I hate that nickname I had it since the 2nd grade and it sounds dumb. "Guess What?"
    "What?"
    “Nick just asked me out!"
    "Cool." I said, I hate nick.
    “We once made out for 45 secs and......" blah, blah, blah. She continued breathlessly, not noticing my rising annoyance.
    I yawned and walked away.
    "Hey Demi, wait!" she called
    "What?” I said trying oh-so-hard to hide my boredom. I hate mornings.
    "I was going to say he has a brother." She said, damn. I can’t hide anything from her.
    "I am so sorry. I just hardly get any sleep last night. I had a nightmare. I guess that Buffy the Vampire slayer marathon got to me."
    "Oooh...Tell, tell, tell!" She said, chuckling. I couldn't tell her the truth though, so I quickly thought up a lie…
    "I dreamed that I had to kill all the vampires in the world, got to get to Spanish." I rushed to class. I picked a random seat in the back and then Scott sat next to me,
    “He what are you doing Friday night?"
    “Get lost." I snapped.
    "Hey, I just want to be friends...” I started to say something mean but when I looked at him he had puppy dog eyes and was pouting.
    “Ok, fine. I will hang out with you."
    “Sweet!" He yelled and then the bell rang. A tall dark hooded boy sat next to me, he smelled sweet yet cold. I looked at him and saw he was looking at me. He had onyx eyes and pale skin and strands of brownish hair poking out.
    "Um.....hi. I am Demi and this is Scott." I smiled.
    "Hello. I am Alexander Britonelli the third." A soft velvet voice answered.
    "Holy s**t." Scott grumbled behind me. I elbowed him slightly.
    "Can I just call you Alex?"
    "You may, Demitra." He answered.
    "It's Demi."
    "Right." He answered sourly.
    I looked at him. He had pulled his hood down. His brown hair was shaggy. It covered his ears and framed his eyes. I smiled at him hoping to get a reaction out of those beautiful onyx eyes.
    He didn’t respond. I pushed my dark brown hair out of my eyes, and tried to focus on the boring middle aged woman at the front of the room. She was speaking in Spanish and I could only understand so much after only one semester or so of this class…
    I pulled out my mp3 and started to listen to Paramore. I tapped my foot to the beat and mouthed the words.
    I had one earphone out, so I heard myself get caught…That prissy teachers pet, Jake, raised his hand and said “Mrs. Gonzales, I am afraid I can’t understand much with Miss. Sing-along back there.” He extended his thumb to me. I scowled at him.
    “Miss Demi, come up here.” Said Mrs. Gonzales, I waked up to the front. “Give me your MP3” She said in her Spanish twang. I took it out of my ear, already missing the soothing rhythms that I called rock… “Detention.” She said simply. I nodded and rolled my eyes. As I walked out I looked at Jake, my words in my eyes:
    I will get you.
    I walked down the hall and before I had turned the corner I found Scott jogging next to me. “I threw a spitball at Jake.” He said. Scott and I had been friends since Megan had started dating his brother two years ago. He had short blond hair spiked in the front, like all the other guys… But Scott was different. His green eyes were always earnest and inviting, and many a girl had a crush on him. They all admired me for capturing his attention.
    I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Scott, you have no sense of secrecy.” I said with a laugh. It was so obvious he had a crush on me, and he wasn’t discreet about it. We turned the corner and saw the door. It had a sign saying detention. We opened the door and looked around. There were three other people in here. We took two seats in the back. The guy on the other end had jolted awake as I sat down, I froze. He was looking at me and his eyes were… red. He stared at me and I stared back. The world seemed to fall away and there was only him and I. He held my gaze and smiled wickedly. Some one shook my shoulder. I turned slowly to see the green eyes of Scott.
    “Huh?” I asked. He rolled his eyes and repeated his question.
    “I asked if you wanted some music…” he said as brought out his own mp3. Soon we were tapping our feet in unison and Paramore was soothing my scared nerves. I cast one glance at Mister Red Eyes.
    He had black hair, red eyes and an evil glint; he said “I am Ryan.” He said it in a voice speaking to my mind. This is Ryan! This is who all the girls, and guys, are talking about! This is the guy who ‘ruled the school’… Something told me to turn away, so I focused on the music and let the hour pass by.