Gone

Chapter 6

-4-years-later----Jess'-age: 18----

(Jess' P.O.V.)
I shove my stuff in my binder, turning in my stuff and practically running out the door into the crowd of half asleep teens.

Will follows me at my tail blabbing on about the older technique of using oil pastels. Who ever heard of an art crazied wolf?

As we near my locker someone knocks into me making some of my books fall.

"I'm sorry." The person said picking up my books. As soon as I remember who that stench belonged to I gag and ball up my fists under my binder.

"Smith." I growl showing my canines

"Warrior." He snarls back handing me my books. Will coughed awkwardly.

"Thanks." It was short but at least I didn't break his legs or arms again or put him in a fireman or a Russian. (Wrestling moves.)

Usually future alphas and betas get along but not here. We've been arguing with each other since we meet so the happy unicorn named Charle isn't coming now.

The school is neutral territory so it's shared by the River Bed Pack, Smith's pack, my pack the Blood Moons, several vampires, merman and maids, fairies, faey, witches, warlocks, angels, angel demons, humans and ect. After I found out my adopted father was Beta I had to learn EVERY thing about Alphas/Betas.

After Will and I put our stuff in our lockers we head on down the west wing to art. I dread art class it's the only class I don't have Nevaeh and Scarlett in and I suck at art anyway so I ponder as we begin.

I start to think as we being our oil pastel canvases. I grin at the thought of my best friends.

"Calm down it's just art." Will said through the mind link.

"It just art." I mock waving my hands angrily hitting my oil pastel palette. I groan and resume my talk with Will.

"That's because your good at art Will." I snarl angrily.

"So are you... ish" Will says in a lopsided grin across the classroom. I growl in defense but Will being his cocky self just smiled bigger.

"Jess, Will no mind links in class please." Ms. Quinn says though her link

"Sorry." Will and I say in unison.

I stare at my canvas trying to figure out what it looks like it kind of looks like a tree or maybe a frog or a complete mess. It is a start I guess shrugging my shoulders.

"Hey Blake do you have a blueish green?" I ask

"It's called turquoise Jessie bell." He said handing me the pastel with a small smirk plastered on his little face.

"Why did I even ask." I growl in response and taking the whatever pastel. Stupid leech only if this wasn't neutral territory he would be a stray cats lunch meat.

As I start to finish my oil pastel art the bell starts to ring. It finally started to look like a tree. 8th period thank you for saving me!

"Put the pastels in the turn in pile and get out of my classroom." Ms. Quinn says strictly.

"Bye Jess." Will says turning to go to social studies

"Bye Will." I wave packing up my stuff

After turning everything in I head down to my locker. As I place my binder in the locker someone covers my eyes.

"Guess who?" Says a perky voice

"I'm guessing Nevaeh!"

"Yep and Scarlett, and Jack!" Nevaeh smiles sweetly

"Hey Jessie." Scarlett and Jack say in unison smiling like two goofballs.

Suspicious...

"Hey Scarlett and Jack." I wave hesitantly.

"Ready to go to?" I ask closing my locker door. Suddenly I feel a light tap on my shoulder. Then it hits me.