The vampire on campus.

He always wore khakis and a t shirt. The shirt was your usual Hane's White undershirt. Khakis and white shirt... Stylish yo. He always spiked the tips of his hair up with gel, like they used to do in the 90's but somehow it's still in style. New balance running shoes, grey, black, and orange were the chosen footwear. He had tic tacs in his pocket. He was so plain and simple. I'd never seen him utter a word. Classic brown leather belt. I always saw him pass on the street in my first class. My second and third classes, He was in. He had a black backpack. I'd never seen him take notes, He always just followed along in his book. Sometimes, He would studiously observe the cover of his book. He liked to look at people, always a stern look, almost scowl on his face. Today he was staring at a royal whore. A real, live whore. I imagined that he had secret problems. But he'd never get a girl. No. He didn't want one. He was too sour and distant for anyone to get close to. At least, that's what I assumed. He always rushed out of class as if a fierce fag were out to rape him. He power-walked to every class. He only had one pace and it took two of my steps to keep up with his one stride.

Today I talked to him before English class started... "Did you get the e-mail about history class?" I asked quietly. I just wanted to see if he was capable of uttering words, making sentences, acknowledging people, anything. He looked up at me, almost surprised. "No." He can. "Oh, well, apparently the proffessor had an allergic reaction and we won't have class today." I told him. Still looking at me, "Oh, thanks for letting me know." "No Problem." I turned and practically ran to my seat at the other side of the room. He could pass as a vampire. Like the ones in Twilight, but not as stunningly beautiful. His pale skin shone like one. His eyes were bright like one, his perfect body like one The way he completely introverted himself... I don't believe in vampires, but just the same, I'd like to think that he is one.