Nothing Like Chocolate [Open]

It was becoming one of those days, where a hot chocolate would be the perfect solution to end her day. Well, not really end, as she still had a lot of work to catch up on tonight, which is due in like three weeks. She just couldn't help herself, really. It wasn't like she had anything better to do with her time, she barely had any friends, and if fighting vampires all day was going to be something she would be consumed with, she'd rather let Janelle handle that stuff and she can be 'cool, research girl' and help out with that kind of fun stuff. She loved reading, so any excuse to open up a dusty ol' book full of demons and vampire blood and guts was good for her! Though she couldn't deny she was getting the best handle of everything which had happened. She was getting there, but just the shock of finding out about vampires and all that kind of stuff, it was a lot to take in. She needed to process everything. And the best way of doing that, was occupying herself with books until she was comfortable with the whole shadig. She hated having to lie to her parents when they asked why she had a bruised arm, to which she had to make up the excuse that she fell over onto the concrete. She was surprised they believed it, actually.

Sitting down at a table with hot chocolate in hand, with extra marshmallows might she add, she begun opening up her human anatomy textbook and begun to look through it all. She took a sip from her coffee, smiling deliciously at the chocolate influx. She stole a marshmallow from the glass and bit on it tenderly as she flicked through some of the pages and begun to job down some notes from the text. She had two books open in front of her, people were probably thinking she was in college or something. It did feel good, people knowing or assuming that she was smart. Since it was her finest quality, she might as well use that to her advantage. Her less finer qualities, including making a fool of herself or being a social outcast, everyone also probably knew, but hopefully the being smart thing was more of what they thought of when they saw her in the school corridors.

She widened her eyes and turned to see a couple at one of the tables, not because they were a couple and that was what she craved or anything, but because she could sense the guys...Oh, she didn't even want to say it! She could sense the guy's "excitement" downstairs. She opened her mouth slightly, before turning back towards her books. This wasn't fair! Why did she have to feel those kinds of things, how were they helpful? If someone was sad, she could help them out, but if they are excited? She didn't have a spray bottle handy at the moment. She sighed, as she rested her hand on her left hand and continued jotting down some notes, trying to override these emotions from her head. Wasn't there an "off" button for these kind of things? If there was, she needed one right now.