Razderona • DNF

12 ︴cat out the bag

          George stretched, leaning his head further against the tree. It had been a week since the situation with Otis had occurred, and so far it's been pretty peaceful. Otis has been keeping to himself, he hasn't had any nightmares and he hasn't seen Nysa since.

It's been strange, but who was he to complain? This has been the best week since he's joined Razderona.

"You're not faster than me!"

George lifted his head, watching the two girls with a raised brow. He was currently sitting on a tree root watching Dylan and Libby race each other around the school fields whilst waiting for Dream to join them.

"I so am." Dylan replied to the challenge, falling forward and shifting. George sat up slightly, this was his first time watching a werewolf shift.

Her face contorted as a long wolf's muzzle extended out in front of her, dark ashen fur bursting through her skin and tearing her clothes.

"No fair!" By the time George looked over to Libby, she was also in her wolf form, with light brown fur and pale green eyes, she was almost the complete opposite of Dylan's.

Dylan shook out her dark fur and padded over, giving the fawn wolf a couple affectionate licks on the cheek before nodding her head towards the race track outlined in white painted grass. "Let's race then."

"Alright your on!" Libby accepted the challenge with a fanged grin and curling tongue. "George you should be the ref."

George held back a sigh. He had been planning on just relaxing under a tree, but of course he'd get roped into something, it never failed. He got up and stretched, hem of his tshirt hiking up his stomach. "Sure," he eventually accepted, eyes following them as they bounded off towards the race track.

He ambled over towards them, folding his arms and standing to the side. "Okay, are you both ready?" Once they answered with a chorused response, he nodded and raised his hand. He brought his hand down and yelled, "GO!"

Both the wolves took off, blades of grass and specs of dirt flying into the air. George watched with slim to no interest, zoning out until he was approached.

"George, right?"

He looked up through a strand of brown hair that hung over his eyes. His eyes narrowed slightly. The male in front of him was tall, so much taller than him with brightly dyed blue hair and equally blue eyes. He reached forward and flicked the man in the arm, eyes widening when he reached to rub the spot that had been flicked.

"Ow? What the hell?"

"Sorry I..." Thought you were an illusion made by some psycho menace that keeps bothering me. "It's a greeting that my— mum... Taught me how to do?"

"Right..." The male muttered suspiciously, hand falling from his arms. "Anyway, I wanted to talk to you."

"You did?" George looked the male up and down. He had to admit, he was fairly good looking, and the two ring piercings on his lower lip made George swoon. "What about? Wait... How do you know my name?"

"You do realise when there's a new student news goes around fast," the boy responded, lips twitching in an amused smile. "I don't know anyone that doesn't know who you are."

"Oh yeah, forgot I was new." George murmured, mentally facepalming after noticing the male's puzzled expression. "Anyway! What's your name?"

"Elio, Elio Hawthorne." Elio extended his hand with a charming smile that swarmed George's stomach with butterflies. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."