Correct Me If I'm Wrong, But Are You A Vampire? (Twilight Based love Story)2

I drove my car (which resembled the blue van from "Juno") into the parking lot of the confusing little complex of buildings that I would soon call "School."
'Wow,' I thought to myself. 'I thought that Stepahnie Meyer never saw this place in her life, let alone describe it to a T.'
I parked in front of one of the buildings that had the sign "Front office" in front of it. I walked into the little building and went to where the secretary's desk was.
The secetary, whose little name placard showed that her name was Ms. Greene (generic or what?), didn't look up from her computer, which, on further inspection, revealed that she was playing solitare.
I coughed. She didn't make any movement to acknowledge my presence. I coughed again. Still, there was no answer. Only when it seemed like I was coming down with a severe case of bronchitis did she finally look up.
"Oh," she said, obviously startled. "You shouldn't sneak up on a person like that, dear."
'I didn't,' I thought, but I smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I'm new here."
"Oh, right," said Ms. Greene. She began flipping through some files, which made me wonder why they would still have only hard copy files if there was a perfectly good computer that could take the stress out of looking things up. The thoughts were pushed aside when the woman actually managed to fish out her file. "Ah, yes," she said. "Rachelle Saunders."
"Elle, please," I told her. I had been going by that name ever since I was little and couldn't pronouce the "Rach" part of my name.
"Right," said Ms. Greene. She began to hand me a few items. "Here is your schedual," she said, "a map of the school and a slip of paper that you need to get your teachers to sign. When the school day ends, you should come back here with that peiece of paper. Ok?"
I gave a quick nod and headed out the door. I knew in that moment exactly how Bella felt in a new school.
I looked at my schedual. My first class was French, which was in building five. That would be easy enough, because that building was right across from the office.
I walked there pretty quickly, which turned out to be a good thing, because once I got into the building, it started pouring.
'Thank goodness I got in here on time," she thought to herself.
Her French class was quite boring. Apparently, it was still the time of year where all they were doing was going over things that have already been learned, at least by me, anyway.
After getting out of that first hour class, I rushed out, because the next class that I had to be in was English, in building two. Unfortunately, in my haste, I ended up running into a boy.
"Sorry," I said, quickly apologizing to the boy.
"Not at all," he said, getting up. He offered me a hand and I gladly took it. "The name's Mark," he told me. "Mark Halper. Are you the new girl?"
"That'me," I said, holding out a hand for him to shake. "Rachelle Saunders, but I go by Elle."
"What's your next class, Elle?" Mark asked. He had blonde hair and blue eyes that somehow gave him the look of a cute little puppy dog.
"I've got English with Mr. Burke," I told him. "It's in building two, I believe."
"That it is," he said, looking somewhat excited. "That's my next class, as well. Can I walk you there?"
"Uh, sure," I said. "It would be nice to have a guide."
"Glad to be one," he said.
Mark walked me to my class saying things like how Forks hadn't gotten anyone knew for two years, and even longer since then. He asked me how much I enjoyed it so far (I obviously lied) and many other things. I was almost relieved when I found out that there were no extra seats by him. Instead, after a brief introduction of myself, I had to sit next to a boy who looked completely disinterested in the lesson.
I, of course, didn't pay much attention to him as Mr. Burke suddenly called on me.
"Ms. Saunders," he said. "Could you please recite the poem on page 314?"
I nodded and immediately opened to that page. It was Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice," which I had basically completely memorized since reading "Eclipse."
"'Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire
But if it had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To say that ice
Is also nice
And will suffice.'"
The boy who sat nest to me suddenly looked up. It was then that I sawa his piercing, black eyes. They were eyes that I had only read about, but I knew that what I was thinking of was crazy, and I pushed the thought away.
"You seem familiar with this poem," he said in a velvet smooth voice.
"I've read it many times," I admitted. "It's supposed to be about the conflicting natures of man: the passion on one side and the hatred on the other. Of course, when I read it, it's in a very different context."
"Oh?" he asked. "And what would that be?"
"I don't want to say it," I told him. "It's stupid. It just shows that I read too much and have no life."
"Sounds interesting, then," he told me.
"Promise you won't laugh?" I asked him.
"Sure," he said. "I won't laugh."
"To me, it's about the conflict between a vampire and a werewolf over a human girl."
His expression changed dramatically. "I see," he said. "And are they trying to, uh, eat this human girl?"
"No," I said. "They're in love with her. Now you probably think I'm really weird, right? I told you that I read too much. It's just a story."
"You, my friend," he said, "read some awfully eccentric stories. I'm Robert Jennings."
Rest in results. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
He held out his hand for me to shake. That was actually the first time that I looked at his face. It was... well, I could only think of Bella's description of Edward, and even that didn't seem to do him justice.
'Maybe he's a vampire," I thought to myself, jokingly.
"Rachelle Saunders," I told him. "People call me Elle."
I shook his hand, and the first thing I noticed was how cold it was.
"Are you, uh, sick?" I asked him.
"No, why?" he looked at me, puzzled.
"No reason," I said, internally scolding myself.