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Sep 12, 2014 06:24PM

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Delaney stifled a yawn as she shuffled out of bed, quietly dressing in the dark. She had laid out her clothes the night before, dark skinny jeans, a long sleeved white shirt, and a dark grey scarf printed with reddish, orange poppies. She grabbed her makeup bag, quietly tiptoeing past her snoring roommate, Tiffany. They were both members of Chi Omega, one of the sororities on campus; Tiffany had stayed later at a Greek party, long after she had left, and was probably sleeping off a hangover. Delaney stifled a yawn as she closed the door to the adjacent bathroom behind her and flipped on the light. She studied her features in the mirror, frowning slightly when she saw that she had dark circles under her eyes. With a muffled groan, she unzipped her makeup bag and got to work. Nearly twenty minutes later, she finally reemerged, with her makeup skillfully applied and her long, wavy hair pulled back into a messy braid. She yanked on a pair of riding boots and, after glancing out the window, grabbed pullover. She slipped her bag over her back and darted out the front door. Delaney stopped briefly at the cafeteria for a chocolate muffin, which she quickly picked apart, and tea, which she was saving for class. She allowed herself one sip before she started walking to class, rubbing her arms to try and keep herself warm.




Ethan wandered down the halls for a while, heading to the cafeteria to get himself a Dixie cup full of hot coffee to help him wake up and shake off the darkness of the night before when he had wandered the city as a lion, trying to hide himself from the pedestrians that were out late partying as they always did on Sunday nights. But it is almost impossible to keep yourself hidden in the busy streets of Billings and any other cities that he might have run too last night. He only knew a few places that he was at last night, Ethan vaguely remembered being in Paradise, Montana last night and this morning he was extremely exhausted from all that running in. I went all over the state last night, he thought as he sipped his coffee, ducking into his first class, history. His normal seat at the front of the classroom wasn't taken today as it had been last Friday. Immediately, he took his seat, finishing off his coffee and tossing the Dixie cup into the trash next to the teachers desk.

((I think Nevaeh and Derek should have some history together, maybe dated a few years ago or something and he knows her secret...ah! There's so much we could do!!))



Things had been going so well for Delaney, until she saw Liam, her ex and a member of the hockey team, leaning against the bannister, shoving his tongue down some girl's throat. The scene didn't bother her much, which was probably arranged for her benefit. But when she saw who the other girl was, her face and neck heated with anger as she clutched her cup of tea; it was Elle Maxwell, one of the other cheerleaders and an all around terrible person. Instead of making a scene, which is probably what they wanted, she turned on her heel, stalking up the stairs. She made a pit stop in one of the bathrooms, making sure that her makeup was still flawless. By the time she got to her history class, her usual seat in the front row had been taken; there was one last front row seat available, on the right side, so she dropped into it, her cheeks still pink with fury as she flipped her fishtail braid over one shoulder. Delaney pulled out her binder and a pen, forcing herself to take a sip of tea. She looked at the guy next to her out of the corner of her eye; she didn't recognize him, so maybe she wouldn't have to worry about her less than graceful exit. Hopefully, he'd nod off in class, just like the rest of the slackers here, and she could save face. Appearance was everything to Delaney; it was the only thing she had left.

Ethan leaned back into his chair for a moment, popping his back on the chair as he yawned quietly before straightening up and pulling out his essentials for the class. Looking up when a blonde-haired beauty walked past his desk to sit in the one directly beside him, he shook his head, flipping open his notebook to the next blank page and pulling out his favorite black ink pen and tapping it against the notebook for a moment before setting it down on the desk, folding his arms in front of him that rested on the desk as he waited for the teacher to come in. He glanced over at the blonde next to him, turning in his chair so he faced her. "Hello, I've never met you before so I just thought I'd introduce myself. I'm Ethan Clark," he stuck out is hand to shake hers.

Delaney took another gulp of tea, feeling the familiar heat rush through her. This might be her second year at Montana State, but she was always cold, especially today; despite the many layers she wore, she just couldn't get warm enough. She uncapped her pen, neatly writing the date at the top corner of her paper before dropping it back down as she reached for the cross that hung under her scarf; despite the chill, the metal was warm against her skin. She had just straightened it when she heard someone talking to her. Delaney turned, and came face to face with the guy who had been there when she arrived. To her credit, she didn't turn red from dismissing him so easily; he was really cute and probably tall, but after the Liam fiasco, she was going to be more careful. She gave him the same, carefree smile that she used for game days as she said, "Nice to meet you. I'm Delaney Callaghan." She eyed his hand, barely shaking it when their professor finally arrived, out of breath and pink cheeked from the cold. Giving the guy...Ethan, one last smile, she turned to face the front, her pen in hand once more.
((I just want to make sure I get the years right: both of the girls are sophomores, and the guys are juniors? lol, and let me know if I made Derek too mean!))

Ethan smiled when she shook his hand though it was barely a shake, pulling away afterward and shifting back into his normal position in his chair, arms resting on the desk in front of him. The teacher walked in with his heavy coat still on and his face pink from the cold air outside, he held in a chuckle. Ethan being a shape-shifter, much like werewolves-from what he had researched-could not get cold, his body temperature was always greater than any humans which is why he never went to the doctors. Because if he did they would wonder why he wasn't dead from his high temperature.






Derek shut his eyes tight, willing himself to wake up from this bizarre dream. He had never know that Nevaeh had tattoos; he had also never met her parents, or found out anything about her personal life. But that had been their whole relationship, always dancing around the unspoken; he had always felt like she was keeping something major from him, but he had never found out, probably wouldn't now. His eyes snapped open when the sounds of conversation died down; the professor had entered the room. His posture straightened as he uncapped his pen, messily scrawling the date.
Delaney could feel herself shudder when the professor dropped his briefcase on the desk. She could feel the cold emanating from him and his coat. Finally, she leaned forward, shrugging into her black pullover, wrapping it around her petite frame. While the professor got settled, she glanced over at the guy sitting next to her. She didn't understand how he could be warm in just a hoodie and sweats. But then the professor launched into his lecture, forcing her to scramble to keep up. They were in the middle of the American Civil War, and she was filling her notes with dates and names of battles.
An hour and a half later, the professor, a tall man with thinning black hair and a beaklike nose, cleared his throat and shuffled his notes, signaling the end of class. But then he raised a hand, quelling the noise of students preparing to leave. "I know you're all eager to leave, but this is important. I'm assigning group projects today." He crossed his arms as his eyes traveled over their faces. "You can do anything on this project; it can be on famous historical figures, a certain battle, or life for the people left behind. You can write a short movie, teach a lesson plan, or write an essay. But I warn you to choose wisely," he cautioned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "This project is worth 40% of your final grade." People started chattering excitedly, already talking with their friends. Then all their hopes were dashed when he raised his hands for quiet, saying, "I know that you already have the perfect group in mind. Unfortunately, life doesn't work like that. You will be working in groups of four or five people. That I assign."

Ethan felt Delaney's eyes look over at him, only once when the class was coming to a close. Probably wondering how I'm not shivering right now, he thought already knowing that it was so. He let out a silent sigh, resting his chin in both of his hands as he listened to the professor teach. A quiet groan escaped his lungs when he heard that the teacher would be assigning group assignments and be choosing the group, he didn't have many friends in college so he was also halfway relieved that the professor would be choosing. The professor started listing off groups, Ethan waited for his name to be said. "Ethan, Derek, Delaney, and Nevaeh, you are a group," the professor announced before continuing with naming off the other groups.


Derek had been about to book it when the professor cleared his throat, raising his hands for quiet. He collapsed back into his seat, letting the bag fall from his fingers as he folded his arm. He was a little apprehensive, since this project was worth such a large portion of his grade, but it was better than working a paper alone; he wasn't the strongest writer, so he was looking forward to working in a group. He had a few friends in the class, so they should be able to come up with something decent. But then he heard the professor's next words and his stomach sank. Derek could feel his jaw tighten as he sat in his desk, his back stiff. This had to be some sort of universal joke; first he had found Nevaeh in a crowded class of 115 people. Now he was working in the same group with her, and since the professor had a reputation for being a hard ass, there was no way to get assigned to another group; he only knew the other girl, Delaney, only vaguely, since she had dated a friend of his for a few months. He had hung out with Ethan a few times, but didn't really know him. Finally, Derek picked up his bag, waiting to find the others so they could figure things out; the sooner he did, the sooner he could put some space between him and Neveah.
Delaney pouted when the professor didn't let them go right away. She perched on the edge of her seat, her gaze bouncing between the door and the professor; she was supposed to meet Tiffany and Lori for a quick study session for their sociology midterm; it was some stupid requirement for her business degree, but she couldn't afford to screw up one grade. Things needed to be perfect....which was only emphasized when he brought up the group projects. She felt a twinge of apprehension fill her; she had two friends in this class, but neither were very bright. And, even though groans erupted in the seats behind her, she felt relieved. Now she wouldn't be forced to work with friends, or make up a bad excuse as to why she couldn't. Delaney smiled, shifting slightly in her seat to face Ethan. "Maybe this group thing won't be so bad." she said as she got to her feet, slipping her back pack over her shoulder. "At least I know you." She said, turning to look for the other two members of their group.

Nevaeh grounded her teeth together when she heard what group she would be in, just my luck and Derek and I will have to do half of the work together. She shook her head, she knew who Delaney was, being she was one of the most popular girls in Nevaeh's class. She gathered her things and stood up with the perfect grace only a vampire like herself possessed and walked around the room towards the front where she saw Delaney and with who she guessed was the other group member-Ethan, as the teacher had called him. Trying her best to avoid a bump-in with Derek while she was walking, eventually, she found her way to the front of the class, standing in front of Delaney and Ethan, Derek not having yet joined them.
Ethan looked over when Delaney spoke to him, he had just been about to bail when the teacher announced the groups. "Yeah, at least," he smiled a bit and stood up, gathering up his things in his backpack and swinging it over his left shoulder, rocking back and forth as he waited for the two other group members to come and meet with them. But with the class now being a sea of people it was hard to tell who was who, and it didn't help that he had never heard of the girl-Nevaeh-before. But he had known of Derek, hung out with him a few times, when it was possible. He almost jumped out of his skin when there was suddenly a petite blonde standing about a foot away from his shoulder, her florescent turquoise blue eyes throwing him off for a moment, making him have to give her a double-take. This must be Nevaeh, he thought.

Derek slowly wound his way through the mass of chattering students. They were everywhere, blocking the walkways and standing at the ends of rows, but it's not like he was in a hurry. As childish as it was, he wasn't eager to be stuck in a group with his ex. He could hear people complain about the assignment and the unfair arrangements, and while he would rather get hit by a truck, there wasn't anything he could do about it. At least it wasn't just going to be him; Delaney was fun, for the most part, and Clark was cool, just really quiet. Which suited him just fine; Derek wasn't really big on the whole 'small talk' thing. Too soon did he make his way to the front, each step hitting the musty carpet heavily; he felt like a man walking to his death. Which, once he saw Nevaeh again, couldn't be more true; it felt like his heart had been ripped open again, every wound reopened and bleeding. Delaney shrunk away from him when he got closer, edging closer to Ethan. He bit back a chuckle, knowing that the forbidding expression on his face was to blame. "Clark." he muttered, lifting his chin slightly as he stood before them, arms banded across his chest. "So what are we doing?"
Delaney turned slightly, rewarding him with a cheerful smile before she swung around, searching for their other group mates. She pouted, her lower lip sticking out slightly as she strained to see over the heads of their taller classmates. She didn't want to glance at the clock, but she wanted to get everyone's details so she could leave. Tiffany and Lori would be pissed if she was late. After a few more minutes of impatient waiting, a petite girl appeared at Ethan's side, causing the taller guy to jump. Delaney nearly did too; the other girl had come out of nowhere, probably because of her delicate build, which was like Delaney's. She frowned slightly as she crossed her arms, sizing the other girl up. Nevaeh was pretty and blonde, also like her, but she was slender in all the places Delaney had curves. Just then, Derek came in, sporting a fearsome growl; he had been Micah's friend, a guy she dated for a few months during freshman year and while he had been quiet, he had never been unpleasant. With a cautious glance towards him, Delaney dropped her arms, a cheerful smile on her face. "Ok, I know this sounds bitchy, but I have somewhere to be in... 10 minutes," she said, checking the time on her phone. "Can we trade numbers and pick a day to figure out what we're going to do?" Delaney asked, her expression hopeful.

Ethan looked over when the petite blonde offered her hand to him in a greeting, his eyebrows pulling together slightly as he listened to her strange accent, unlike any of the ones he had heard before. He nearly pulled away when he felt her ice cold hand shaking his, a shiver immediately traveling up his arm before she pulled away, her grasp surprisingly strong considering her size. His eyes moved quickly when he heard his nickname being used, seeing Derek arrive no sooner than Nevaeh had, nodding to him. "Derek." Shoving his hands in his pockets, Ethan nodded when Delaney suggested trading numbers. "Sure, mine's 406-333-9145," he told her, hoping everyone else had caught his number.

Delaney's expression mirrored Ethan's when Nevaeh lifted her hand. The other girl's accent was a little weird; it sounded European, but she had no idea where it was from. She waited, letting Ethan shake her hand before gingerly shaking hers. She had to stifle the yelp that threatened to emerge; she was freezing, like she had dipped her hand in ice water before walking out into a blizzard. She politely pulled her hand away to reach for her cellphone, glad that the others weren't mad that she wanted to ad the group meeting early. Her thumbs moved over the keys quickly, capturing his number. "Ok, mine's 406-...." she said, rapidly rattling off the other numbers. She turned to Derek, giving him a cheeky smile. "I already have yours, so I just need yours, Nevaeh," Delaney said, turning and giving the other girl an expectant smile.
((want to do a time skip to when they first meet up at the library to work on the project?))

Ethan quickly pulled his phone out of his sweatshirt pocket and typed in everyone's numbers, he glanced over at Derek who hadn't given his yet. Feeling the extreme tension crackling through the air between him and Nevaeh, who's turquoise eyes seemed as if they were almost smoldering. He blinked rapidly, sort of shocked with what he saw, but the moment he blinked, the smoldering in her eyes stopped. And so he couldn't tell if it was just his imagination or if it was real, how strange, he thought as he glanced for Nevaeh to Derek and back again. A shiver running up his back as the tension cracked, Nevaeh breaking her eyes away from Derek's as if nothing had happened and examining her fingernails.




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