Lycanthropy and Me: The First Semester(mlm)

Day 13-25 Waxing Crescent to Full Moon *(Redux)

Day 13. Saturday, Waxing Crescent

"Who is she?"

Not breaking pace, Grayson looked down at Serena as she jogged beside him. There was a rage in her eyes he hadn't seen in years, usually accompanied by a smashed tennis racket.

"Oh... I'm sorry." Grayson panted. "Am I...supposed to know... what you're talking about?"

It was early in the morning, and Serena was already tired of his attitude.

They stopped outside the Marconi.

"Do you think this is funny?" She stood in front of him, squeezing a water bottle with her hand.

" Do you enjoy making me upset?"

"For the love of--" Grayson raked his hair back. "Not everything I do is because of you! I'm not--"

"Who. is. it!?" She hissed as she marched up to him, standing inches away from his chest. "Don't lie to me."

He tried to move around her, but she blocked his path.

"Serena, enough!" He snapped. "I don't know what's gotten into you. Ever since we came out here you've been at it nonstop. Look, I understand if you want to hang out, or eat together. That's fine. But I don't have to tell you what I'm eating, or where I'm going, or who I'm with. I. Am not. Your Boyfriend."  He glared down at her. "And nothing you do is going to change that."

Serena could feel her control slipping.  

"Even if I told your mother about your little problem?" Feeling vindictive, she put on a menacing smile. "I'm sure she could get you the help you need."

Something flashed in Grayson's eyes. Fear perhaps. 

"You would do that to me?" He asked, voice breaking. "Knowing that they would try to send me away?"

Serena reeled back, her ire subsiding. "Grayson--"

"Don't talk to me." He shouldered past her. "Just leave me alone."

While Grayson lumbered off to shower and get back in bed, Serena was left to wallow.

It had been a while since she had seen Grayson this upset. She had not meant to push him that far, but what other choice did she have?

For the last three days Grayson had been drenched in the scent of another werewolf--a werewolf Serena was certain she had met before.

She tried to remember the other Lycans she had met besides Malcolm. The image of Ashley hopping around in her maid cosplay immediately came to mind. Would Grayson be so standoffish if it were Ashley by his side?

 She grimaced. Maybe that scent was her...

It made sense, didn't it? He probably saw her at the club fair, or some other stupid event. The scent had been strong too. They were probably hanging out after class, having lunch, talking behind her back.

"Stupid slut."

As Serena paced her room, she realized she had said that last part out loud. 

She bit her lip. 

She used to mumble when she was young. Little things. Reminders. Swear words. Sometimes it happened when she was angry.  Her body felt hot. Now she was slipping into old habits. What was next? Biting her fingers?

Why did things have to be so hard? Tears streaked down her face, and she wiped them away. She wouldn't spend the morning crying over this. It made her all the more upset.