Female Behavior. Female Behavior... my ass. "Female behavior, what are we honestly going to learn in this class?" I say to Piper while we sit down at a table. There's four tables and we sit in groups. Piper shrugs, stuffing some papers in her folder. "I think the class name kind of hints it out. Female behavior. Maybe it teaches us how to be lady-like." "Ugh, barf." I say, pretending to gag until a lady comes out of this door that in the classroom. It must be a walk in closet or something. "Whew! Sorry girls, I was just trying to find the cups." Her high pitched voice says. She turns to face us, his long dress dragging along the ground. Her long black hair is covering her face and she's holding a large box. Glass must be in the box because stuff are chattering while she walks to a table. She places it down and huffs out a deep breath. She grabs her hair, pulling it back into a pony tail, revealing her gold eyes. "Hello everybody, I am Patricia. Yes, you may call me by my first name, I sound terribly old when someone calls me by my last name." She darts her eyes over everyone until she inhales and exhales deeply again. "So this is your last class of the day and it is female behavior." She opens the box, taking out tea cups. Patricia starts to pass them down to the girls at the table she was at. "I will be showing you how to eat, drink, and talk properly just like how a lady should." When she was done handing out cups to that table, she carries the box to mine. I look at the table who have the cups and Adeline is examining it like she has never seen a tea cup. "For todays lesson, we will be learning how to drink." "Is it really hard to drink out of cups or something?" Adeline calls out and I grab the cup Patricia hands me. "It actually is." She replies back and after giving everyone a cup at my table, she goes to the last two. Eventually everyone has a cup and she grabs one for herself, standing in the middle of the classroom. The room was well decorated, dark red with yellow designed curtains and the tables have the same design but as table sheets. "Okay so as you can see on your tables all of you have a glass of water." She gestures at the filled cold water we have on our tables. "Now fill your cup up with the water." I slowly pour it, trying not to spill it. Eventually I get it without a mess and we all look back up to Patricia. "Now, you are going to lift up your cup up in the air." Some girls rest their arms on the table and others like me lift the cup up high but have their elbows rest on the table. "See, you guys are doing it wrong." She adds, sighing. "Oh my god." I whisper under my breath. "Place your arms and elbows off the table, that is rude. You need to let them rest in the air and your three index fingers holding the handle." She pauses, showing us with her fingers. We all mock her while some girls giggle. "Then you will use your other fingers and hold the other side like this." The tip of her fingers were lightly grazing the other side meanwhile the other is gripping the handle. "After you will slowly tilt it and press your lips against it, drinking a small amount." We all press our lips against the tip of the cup, drinking the cold water. Pretty refreshing after running in the morning. "Now, put the cup down and rest your hands on the table because you can't put them on your lap... It's kinky if you know what I mean." Girls giggle while I snort at her comment. She laughs again, placing her cup on her desk. "Okay, now do it repeatedly until I tell you guys to stop." Everyone lifts the cups up again and drink out of it. I need to leave this place, I think to myself. I raise my hand until Patricia sees me. "Can I go to the bathroom?" I ask her and she nods, opening her mouth to talk. "The better way to say it is 'may I use the restroom'?" I nod to her, not knowing what to say back. I get up, walking out of the classroom and to the hall. I walk down the hall, turning to find the bathroom. When I turn at the corner, I bump into a body. I bump into their chest, closing my eyes and taking a step back. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to." I admit before opening my eyes. And before I do, I hear the familiar whisper from a couple of days ago. "Adeline." He says and when I open my eyes, I come to face these light hazel eyes. The ones I couldn't get away from. "Adeline." He whispers again and I take another step back. I examine his whole appearance, the ruffled light brown hair and his high cheek bones. He has long eyelashes which girls would die to have. His jaw line is sharp and his ears are so cute and pulled back when he smiles at me. Creases appear on the corner of his eyes and one dimple on the left side of his cheek. He is wearing a navy color v-neck with a dark pair of jeans. He is slim and muscular, looks like the lacrosse boys from my old school. His teeth are perfectly straight when his smile becomes larger. "You should take a picture, it lasts longer." His low voice says and I widen my eyes, feeling my cheeks flush red. "No, not like that, I didn't mean to, I- ugh..." I stutter and he waves his hand in the air. "Don't worry, I was just joking." "Are you one of the six?" My question spills out fast and I feel dumb for asking. "Yes I am and you must be the one that got in trouble last time I saw you." I let out a laugh, running my hands through my hair. "Yeah, I'm a trouble maker." I admit sheepishly. "So you are Adeline..." "And you are?" I ask him, feeling idiotic for not asking his name. "Evan Blackwell." "Well Evan... Shouldn't you be in class I'm guessing?" A smirk appears on his faded pink pump lips, extending longer every second of silence that passes. "I got bored, knowing that you are becoming a vampire pretty soon is not that exciting." "Shouldn't you be excited? To be something that everyone around you already is? And family members?" He shrugs, looking down at his Nike shoes. "Yeah I am but the dying part isn't so fun." My eyes widen and when he realizes, he purses his lips into a soft thin line. "You didn't learn about that yet didn't you?" He asks me and I slowly shake my head no. "Awkward." Evan adds, scratching the back of his neck. "I'll find out eventually." "That's true, I'm-" "MR. BLACKWELL!" A loud voice booms through the empty hallway we are in and I jump from the voice. Evan closes his eyes, scrunching his shoulders up, hoping to avoid the voice. I see a figure walking towards us and Evan pops open an eye mouthing to me oh fuck. "Yes, Mr. Porter?" He firmly says, turning around to an old man who's face is red like a tomato. He must be pissed. "What on earth are you doing on the second floor! You are not suppose to be here roaming or talking to one of the girls!" I take an awkward step back, not realizing that we aren't allowed to talk to the boys yet. Or that they aren't allowed to talk to us. "I am sorry, I was just..." "Just what? Lying that you were going to the bathroom and roaming around the halls?" Mr. Porter lifts his hand up and smacks the back of Evan's head, his hair falling on his forehead which was pulled back before he got hit. Evan chuckles under his breath, winking at me before getting grabbed by his teacher. I feel my cheeks getting heated up from that wink. Why am I feeling like this? "I swear if you turn out like your brother I am kicking you out too!" He shouts while pulling Evan away from me. "No one is more like an ass than my brother." He talks back meanwhile I watch them walk down the hall. "You are just like him!" Mr. Porter barks back and I hear Evan's laugh from down the hall. "And you Miss. O'Here should get back to class too!" He adds without turning around to look at me. They both head up the stairs to the third floor. How did he know my last name? Ugh, vampires. I turn to head back to class. I wonder who Evan Blackwell's brother is?