I stared at Frank in disbelief. Ronnie and Chris had just beaten the crap out of him and his skin was unscathed. How? I slumped my shoulders as he helped me back outside. I leant against the wall and stared at Frank. Mikey and Ray went off to class when the bell rang. Frank and I had a free.
"Frank?"
"Hm?"
"They beat the shit out of you and you're not even marked. How?"
He shrugged.
"They're fucking idiots who can hit but without force."
I frowned.
"You're lying."
"What?"
"Everything seems to make sense. You pale, not blush. You wake up at dusk. You can't be around certain chemicals. You don't mark when you get beat. Your Dad asking if you got thirsty. It all makes sense. You're a fucking vampire."
He stared at me in shock. Fear hit me. What if I was right? He burst into laughter.
"O-OMIGOD! HALHP! I c-can't breathe!"
He held his sides he was laughing so hard. I blushed.
"Sorry I'm an idiot."
He shook his head still laughing.
"It's fine. You're not the first person to assume that. I'm just a freak."
He shrugged. I sat down.
"You're not a freak. You're perfect."
He stared at me and laughed again.
"Keep dreaming."
The bell rang and we stood for class.

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I sat next to Frank. He kept glancing at me, as though he was worried. I frowned and focused on the Math. (Before anyone starts, it is not math-s-emativs so therefore the abbreviation is math. I'm not American. I'm just logical.) Mikey passed me a note.

'You and Frank fought?'

'No. Don't pass me notes. I'm not losing Head Boy status.'

I slid it back to him and focused on my work. I failed. I wanted to know Frank's secret. I had to know. Even if it killed me finding out.