Summary-

Erin has lived in the same coastal town in California her whole life. But when she moves to Arizona she is faced with many social challenges. At least she has her good friend Liam and her loving boyfriend Gabriel. But is Gabriel who he really seems? What is Liam hiding? How can two people who seem so similar be so opposite; like different sides of the spectrum.

Good and Evil

Light and Dark

Vampires and Angels?

Chapter 1: How It All Began

The first day of school in a new place is always extremely awkward. You know absolutely nothing about what is going on and what to expect. Humanity as a race does not like unknowns. Variables just drive us crazy, we need things to be concrete, reliable. We can't have things changing, being indecisive. So when you walk into the building that the top line on your schedule tells you to, your heart beating like a crazy tribal ritual is occurring in your chest, you definitely feel a little awkward.

This was the situation I found myself in when I walked into D-wing on that smoldering Arizona morning. The thing I couldn't understand, and still don't to this day, is how it could be 8 o'clock in the morning and 90 degrees outside! I could remember getting to school back at home and it still being 50 degrees outside... No don't think about home. I couldn't think of that place anymore. It was just so depressing!

I looked at the number above each door as a made my way down the hall. Oh how I must have looked like a freshman, most of the people walking by didn't look at the numbers at all. However you could definitely tell who was knew, they were the kids walking down the hall with overstuffed backpacks, eyes wide and face pale, looking at every single room number trying to find their class. Judging by how lame they looked while being lost, I knew I couldn't be much better

Anyway moving on from my evident lameness, it took a little but I finally found my first class, geometry, yuck. It was good I found it when I did. The warning bell had wrung and there were only a few people left in the hall. No matter how much I despised the subject, it wasn't good to be late to my first class on the first day of a new school. Not quite on time enough. As I stepped into the classroom every head but two turned and glared at me, including the teacher, who it seems, was just about to begin her lesson. "And you are?" The teacher said with a majorly condescending tone.

"Erin Tyson, Ma'am." I said in what I was hoping was a calm tone.

"Well miss Tyson you are late to my class, and I do not tolerate tardies."

"No I'm not Mrs., uh, Mrs. -" I scanned the room frantically trying to find her name somewhere, finally finding it on the top right corner of the white board. "-Mrs. Bischer. The bell hasn't ru-" I was going to say the bell hasn't rung yet, until it did.

"Don't get smart with me miss Tyson. You can have a seat right there in between those two young men." I heard a few scattered giggles and whispers, until Mrs. Bischer screamed for quiet.

So I wove my way through the aisle of desks full of kids pulling out paper and pencils. Great, notes on the first day, that's my kind of teacher. Cough cough. When I got the desk that had been assigned to me, which was in the back row second from the very back corner opposite the door. I plopped down heavily into my chair, slamming my backpack down onto the desk, and then took a look at my surroundings. In front of me I could see the back of a brown-haired girls head, which was perfectly straight and very, very shiny. I looked to my right and saw a guy with bright red hair and a face completely covered in acne, it really did look like a pizza. Pizza-face was slouched over his desk scribbling furiously what Mrs. Bischer was yelling at the class. Suddenly he sat up, let his pencil drop to the table, and began vigorously rubbing his nose, which he continued for a few moments before quickly snatching up his pencil to recommence his note taking.

I laughed. I'm not really sure why, it was just so normal. I mean, was anything allowed to be normal? It was a new town, new house, new school, new people, new teachers, new everything. It was so strange having something be so normal and so common as an itchy nose. I guess maybe life was still life here in Smallsville Arizona.

While contemplating the reality that life might exist in Arizona as well, my attention slowly drifted from the Pizza-face on my right to the dark haired boy to my left. No, boy wasn't the right word, man was more like it. Even though he was seated, you could see how tall he was by how his legs were bunched up under his desk. His black hair was dangling in front of his eyes as he leaned over his paper. His arms were muscular and his chest looked rock-hard. He was wearing all black, a knit sweater and basic pants. Through his hair I could see he had a small red earring, which looked like a hoop on the top, but came down into two little spikes. To sum it all up, this guy was HOT.

Thoroughly distracted now, I continued to stare openly at his gorgeousness. I watched as the edge of his mouth twitched in amusement before he turned his head to the right, met my blue eyes with his smoky grey ones, and flashed his perfect teeth in a cocky half-smile that only used part of his face. I think my heart skipped a beat. Embarrassed, I flung my head a bit to quickly away from his gaze, and fussed with my hair out of habit, smoothing it out and running my fingers through it.

"Ms. Tyson, could you tell me what this shape is?" Mrs. Bischer indicated to a drawing on the board.

"A triangle?" I replied snidely. Ugh, geometry. Lame.

"Very good, now please take out paper and pencil and take notes. I suggest that you leave Mr. Foodini alone and start working." Oh. My. God. It was the first day of school! I mean seriously? Was she really going to be like that? I could tell it was going to be a long year. I had no idea.

When Mrs. Bischer went back to lecturing, and I turned towards my backpack to retrieve my pad of paper and a pen. When I turned back towards my desk there was a tightly folded piece of binder paper sitting there. I snatched it up and held it under the desk, scanning my eyes around the room for who the note might have come from. When my eyes fell on Pizza-face he flicked his eyes up at me and his face fell into an easy smile. I smiled an unsure smile back and unfolded the note.

So, your name is Erin? Erin Tyson, like the chicken? Tyson Chicken?

I sighed, and scribbled a hasty, and sarcastic reply.

No, not like the chicken company, like the boxer.

I folded it up and stretched my hand out towards Pizza-face. He slipped his hand out towards mine and grabbed the note. I watched his reaction as he read my reply. He gasped, looked at me, looked back at the paper, looked at me again, and then back to the note before he wrote something down and passed it back. I opened it and held it under my desk while I read it.

Really!?

A smile shot across my face, and laughter erupted in my mind. So I sent back this reply.

No. Not really.

Oh, was I a meany. Shortly the note fell back onto my desk.

Oh

"Erin! What are you doing!" Oops. Mrs. Bischer.

"Uh, Nothing Mrs. Bischer." Quickly I began writing down geometrical nonsense to make it look like I had been taking notes the whole time.

The bell rang, signaling salvation. I shoved my stuff into my bag and lifted it onto my back. I waited for the 30 some-odd other students to file out the door before I shuffled out myself and pulled my schedule out of my pocket. Art in C-wing was my second hour class.

A/N : So I wrote this chapter – eh – maybe two years ago. To be honest, I'm really not fond of it at all. I don't really want to just scrap it, but I have no idea what to do with it.

Tell me what you think!

Also, thanks for reading! Go check out chapter two! It gets better!

-Sminky