Fang found this all very annoying. Then again, he found almost everything annoying, but especially this.

He growls as he lifts his electric cigarette to his lips and takes a drag from it, staring up at the school building. “Pointless.” He mutters.

You see, Fang gave the pinnacle image of ‘Bad Boy’. What with his eyebrow ring, nose ring, two lip piercings and almost all black clothing. Then there’s that oh so important leather jacket that just finishes the look. Though he was not cultured enough to actually realize the vibe he let out.

He takes another drag from the electric cigarette before heading for the doors. In his mind, he couldn’t help but try and imagine what his target had turned into after all these years. He growled and scratched at the collar around his neck as he envisioned her as this thin and preppy girl with almost every boy on campus at her fingertips. The thought alone made him want to puke as he entered the cooking room. He scans the small area before his eyes land on a girl in the corner. He relaxes a little as he makes his way over to her.

Another thing that escapes most people about Fang is that he was someone that perhaps you thought only lived in Made-For-TV movies. Ones where a well built, tan, and an overall pretty attractive man falls for the most unlikely kind of woman, but that’s exactly how he was.

Fang loved chubby girls.

As he neared this particular girl though he felt a flutter in his chest. He wasn’t good at flirting in the slightest, and he was here on official business, but sitting next to such an adorable girl couldn’t hurt right?

He puts himself beside her as the teacher greets all the other students coming into the room. The girl seemed to be almost startled by his percents and he couldn’t find himself able to communicate any form reassurance to her. He was going to try and form some type of sentence, but the girl beside him beat her to it.

“U-um. Hello.” She says in a voice that, to Fang, sounds like a million beautiful bells chiming. “My name is Gizel. Gizel Greenwood. You must be a new addition?”

Suddenly that name hits Fang like a million brinks.

Well Shit.

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After storming out and running into Gizel for the second time, Fang was ready to slam his head into a wall. Seriously. How was someone he was supposed to hate to be so cute!?

“MOTHERFUCKER!” He growls, punching one of the columns that lined the winding walkway. He ended up spooking two innocent girls that happened to be passing, his outburst making them scurry away in a hurry.

“Tisk tisk, Shifter.” A voice says, making Fang turn. A woman, only a tad shorter than himself, stood with her arms elegantly crossed. “So brutal and frustrated.” Her voice was neutral and almost wispy.

“Hey.” He says, looking her over. “I know you. You’re the baking teacher.”

“Indeed I am. My name is Sage.” She says offhandedly. “Now tell me. What business do you have with Greenwood? And why, in this God-awful world, did the Council send you to fetch her?” She tosses her dark green hair over her shoulder.

“That’s none of your business.” He bites. “Who, or what, are you anyways.” He sniffs the air. “You don’t smell like any other thing I’ve faced recently. So what are you?”

She lets out a breath of air but it held no emotion behind it. “Of course not, you insolent mutt.” She moves her hair again to show him the soft yellow diamond birthmark on her forehead. “I’m a Dreamwalker. Though I doubt you’ve heard that term.” She lets her hair fall back over the mark.

“You’re right. I don’t know what that is at all. So that doesn’t answer my question.” He balls his hands into fists and hunches a little, ready to attack the women if he had to.

Sage lets out another breath and lowers the sunglasses so Fang can get a clear look at her purple eyes. “You really are a stupid mutt. Why not crack open a book, call the Council. Be smart for once.” She pushes her sunglasses back up and turns to leave. “I know that might be hard for you, but at least try to put some kind of effort,” Fang growls as he watches her walk away, fighting the urge to rip her in half. He scratches at the collar around his neck.

“I hate the human world.” He mutters. “So limited.”