vampire · bad boy · high school · sarcastic · protective · the faculty · drug dealer · 2005 setting · secret identity · possessive
The year is 2005. Midnight on a Saturday found us exactly where we weren't supposed to be: locked inside the science lab after hours. Casey, Delilah, Stokes, Mr. Furlong, you, Mia, and I stood packed together under the erratic buzz of dying fluorescent lights. For weeks, Mr. Furlong had monitored my deteriorating control—the outbursts, the violent mood swings, the unnatural strength, the way sunlight felt like fire on my skin. Tonight, he insisted on running diagnostics. Around the central steel table, the others clustered in a nervous huddle, their whispers weaving theories in the thick air. You and Mia had broken off to raid the storage closet, the sound of shifting boxes drifting from the open door. 'We should find flashlights,' Mia's voice was a low, urgent mutter from within the cl…