A Wild Ride

Chapter 1

If you had told me that in the span of a month, I’d go from invisible lose to werewolves’ mate, I’d have had you committed to a nut house. Yes you heard that right, werewolves, as in plural, two be exact, twins.

            I’m Zephyr and until now I’ve been decently happy with my life. I go to school out east, a freshmen in college. I don’t have any friends, mostly just people I talk to from time to time on campus. I talk to people online but it’s not like the real thing and people never last. I’ve hadn’t had much luck in the dating department either. With my average build, neutral haircut, and average attire. Being an openly gay black guy doesn’t help either going to a school in a mostly racist state. I try to blend in more than I’d like just to stay invisible even if it hurts. Believe me I’ve tried to “go out” and meet new people only to result in complete embarrassment and failure. I must hold the record for most cancellations/ stood up dates. Anyways, after a while I just stopped trying altogether. I spend my days losing myself in my virtual reality whether computer or video game. It’s the only thing that’s keeping me sane at this point. I go to class, and spend the rest of my time in my dorm. I live in a triple with two roommates, Phil & Jeremy. We get along well, but tend to not talk to each other unless needed.

            My usual routine soon changed though. In my English course were two new students. Twins. They introduced themselves as Derek and Michael. Derek was the taller of the two standing around 5’11”. He had a basketball players build and his looks were striking. His eyes were a deep blue almost azure and in the light illuminated almost…amber? I must be imagining it but his brothers were the same shade.

‘Must be contacts’, I thought. Derek had slight spiky blonde hair and well defined jaw line making him look so irresistible. He wore baggy gray sweatpants, a lyrca long sleeve gray shirt that showed off the result of many well spent hour in the gym. Michael on the other hand what the shorter twin but not my much standing at 5’10”. What he lacked in height, he made up for in muscle. He was definitely the stronger of the two with a more wrestlers build compared to his brother. If he is blonde like his brother then he definitely dyed his hair. It was black with a half buzzcut, half Mohawk with streaks of blue in it giving him the punk rock look but still somehow looking normal. He also sported two rods in his right ears completing the look. He wore a black tank top and jeans with obsidian colored boots. They sat down on either side of me in the empty seats and I immediately feel self-conscious and uncomfortable. I was sandwiched between two hot guys while wearing one my usual attire of graphic tee, jeans, and vans. I could hear the whispers coming from the girls behind me adding to my disdain.

“Why are they sitting next to that loser?”, I heard one say.

“Yeah there are plenty of seats back here”.

“No one even likes that fag”, I heard one snipe and all started laughing. I wanted to leave right then and there for the umpteenth like that semester. I swear one of the twins growled, but it was so muffled by the laughter I must have imagined it.

            My professor and one of the only allies I had at this school, Mrs. Delaware, had split us up into groups for a discussion on a short story we were reading. All the girls urged the twins to group with them trying so hard to look cute that it was funny. I didn’t laugh though but the thought was enough to bring a smile to my face. They respectfully declined and decided to group with me instead which I found rather strange. ‘Why group with me when theres a group of preyty girls practically throwing themselves at you?’, I wondered to myself.

            It turns out that Derek and Michael were transfers from some school in Europe. Their father travels around a lot and so do they. But he seems to have find a permanent location here in the states to conduct his business. Of what, I don’t know. It also turns out that they covered most of the material for the semester so this is pretty much review for them.

After a bit of working within our groups, the whispers started again. The professor stepped out to make copies for our next essay assignment.

“It’s like more queers comes here every year”, one guy whispered not bothering to be discreet. “Yeah we should beat his faggot ass after this”, his friend agreed.

I was shortly relieved to see Mrs. Delaware return but unfortunately class was nearly over. I’m no stranger to beatings from bullies ever since middle school, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy them. The panic attack I’ve developed don’t help either. The intimidation, the fear, the pain, having to explain to people why I have a black eyes or why I’m bruised in some part of my body. I hate all of it. The twins either didn’t hear them or didn’t care. ‘Figures though; they’ll probably join in’, I thought weakly. After handing everyone the prompt for our next paper, class was dismissed. I quickly grabbed my books and made my way for the dorms. Our IDs only work if you belong to that specific residence hall so if I could just make it there I’d be safe for the time being. Unfortunately I was stopped in the alleyway I use as a shortcut to go in through the back entrance of my dorm.