Kind Monsters

When Paris White wakes up in a strange house, she meets five monsters she never knew existed. Jonghyun, a Vampire. Minho, a Killer. Taemin, a ghost. Key, a Demon. And Onew, a Werewolf. But, despite their supernatural powers and beings, they are surprising caring and kind. Paris and Ghost Taemin immediately fall for one another, and challenges are released.


8. Beat Your Ass Drake

The hallway was filled with giggles and laughs. Drake looked at me. 'Wow, you got five boyfriends in less than 24 hours, babe. Nice one.' He spat. Taemin's lips came level with my ear. 'He's dead. Minho's gonna beat his ass in.' He told me. He was right. Minho was bigger that Drake, and tougher. He grabbed Drake's shirt, and threw him against an empty space by the lockers. Drake yelped as he hit the metal. Ouch. Minho stalked towards him, and pressed him into the locker. 'Listen up! You called us goths? Paris's boyfriends? How about I kick your dick and we'll see what you have to say? What'd ya say, bitch?!' He threatened. Drake turned pale. I grinned. Taemin also smirked. 'Told ya.' He claimed. I nodded. Onew made a sizzling sound. 'Burn man! BURN IN HELL!' The hallway fell with laughter. Minho raised a fist, and hit Drake across the face. A cut appeared on Drake's lip, and he groaned in agony. 'Dude! You hand is like iron!' He shouted. Minho chuckled. 'Yeah! And you know iron can hurt pretty good. Leave Paris and us alone! And that pretty face with be spared!' He told Drake, the let go of him. Taemin let go of me, and Minho came back to us. 'Let's get outta here before we get more stares.' J-Jong suggested. We nodded, and walked off. Girls all around drooled on the boys, while the guys all gaped at me.

Key and I had English, so we entered Miss Layla's class a few minutes after the bell. 'Paris, who is this?' She asked. I smiled at her, then looked at Key. His hands were in his pockets, seemingly calm. 'I'm Key.' He greeted. Miss Layla smiled at him. 'Key what? If I may ask?' She asked. 'Er, just Key.' He replied. Miss Layla nodded slowly, then gestured to two seats in the back. 'You two may sit there.' She told us. Key and I walked to the back, only to receive stares by the ones nearby. Key at next to a girl known as Melody Green. She was the school's reporter. She wasn't stuck up, and actually a really nice girl. But, don't give her secrets. It's obvious why not. Melody smiled at Key and I. 'Hey Paris.' She greeted. 'Hey Melody.' I replied. She looked back at the teacher, who began to talk about Essays. Key paid good attention. So did I. In a long time.

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