Ravished and Ravenous. (Bella x m werewolf reader)

Get an eye full

Bella p.o.v

I was mentally kicking myself most of the morning. First opportunity to make a friend and I nearly blew, or might have anyway. Completely out of character for me, I decided I was gonna make small talk with the boy that confidently strolled beside me. Yet as soon as he spoke, his soft, warm voice that was full of calm energy, I felt my willpower melt away. As I pushed past him into class, I hoped he hadn't seen my flustered face. Yet even though I swore to myself when I first got here that I wouldn't settle down with anything potentially permanent, I felt myself becoming curious with the boy who every time I glanced up during our classes, was fully immersed in his work. The difference I noticed between us immediately was his demeanor. He answered questions, debated respectfully, articulated his idea's well and just seemed so much more collected and calm; in comparison to the shy, awkward mess that I was.

The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself. I stammered, blushed, and tripped over my own boots on the way to my seat.

After two classes, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class. such as the boy; Y/n I believe was his name; and some that looked like his siblings, all with their pale skin and their interactions; and some others. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks. I tried to be diplomatic, but mostly I just lied a lot. At least I never needed the map.

One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch.

She was tiny, several inches shorter than my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights. I couldn't remember her name, so I smiled and nodded as she prattled about teachers and classes. I didn't try to keep up.

We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me. The boy from English, Eric, waved at me from across the room. It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them all together.

They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room.

There were five of them. They were talking, but they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.

They didn't look anything alike from the outset. Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter,
with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The next was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students. Then there was one that I already knew; his tall frame covered in defined muscles and scars, his h/c hair cut in a classic French fade, his hair falling occasionally into his bright and sharp green eyes.

The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones, except Y/n.