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Ch. 12 The Hot New Teacher.

The first day nothing happened, though Dean still acted weird, on Tuesday however...

As I walked into my first period, I froze and openly stared. My teacher Ms. Varner was no where to be seen, instead a tall handsome man, who looked to be in his thirties, that had black hair, tan skin, and green eyes stood there. He was really attractive, and looked oddly like Dean. That instantly made me wary, so far every werewolf I've seen or met looked attractive, not that all hot people were stalker werewolves, but I was really on edge after the whole being-stalked-then-thrown-off-the-side-of-a-cliff thing that happened recently.

Slowly I took my seat, in the front, my usual friends who only hung out with me because I had money sat around me. After saying his name, he easily started a lesson, but I wasn't focused at all. Why was he here?

"Um, sir, where is our teacher?" I asked halfway through the lesson, he grinned and I could feel all the girls in the class melting from the hotness level radiating off of him, but it had the opposite effect on me. Suspicion crawled up my spine and I stared at him. "I'm glad you asked, you see, she quit. Guess she just couldn't put up with you kids anymore." He answered, I leaned back in my chair as he continued the lesson. Ms. Varner would not just quit. She loved teaching.
Near the end of class, since we finished early, he let us talk. I pretended to listen to my fake friends talk about mundane things, but I stared at him. When he looked up from his computer, he met my gaze, and slowly smiled. That's when I knew he was a werewolf. No teacher would smile at their students like that, they hate their students. Everyone knows this, and this guy was just weird.

After school I ran out to Dean, and waited till we were out of earshot, "I think my biology teacher is a werewolf." I said bluntly, Dean looked at me. "Why?" He asked casually, that made me wary. "I just know, he acted too weird." I responded, Dean sighed. "I don't know, maybe you're just overreacting." That made me pissed off, and suspicious at the same time. No way the Dean I knew would treat the sudden appearance of a werewolf so casually. "No Dean, I just love jumping to conclusions, and blindly acting on instincts, and I'm not at all trying to look out for my own safety. You're right, I am just overreacting because I want to have your undying attention." Every word out of my mouth was spoken with burning anger. Dean actually looked guilty but didn't say anything, and we walked in silence.

Once we reached the house, my anger was boiling over, which meant I was so mad I acted... okay. He opened the door for me, "Thanks." I said, that's probably what tipped him off besides the fact he could sense my emotions. Dean raised a brow, and I walked straight to the kitchen, not looking back. "You alright kitten?" He asked, I shrugged, "I'm fine." I answered, pulling out my homework. This is what I called the eye of the hurricane for my anger. "You sure?" He asked, "I think I'd know better than you would." I retorted, pulling out my pencil. The only other thing that gave me away was my deathly tight grip on the pencil. "I'm going to make something to eat, you want anything?"

I didn't answer for a few seconds, then I said, "I'm not hungry."

"Look Sandra, I know something's wrong, you don't have to try and act like it's okay." He finally said, I actually smiled up at him. It was a bright, radiating smile. In response Dean actually took a step back in fear. "Really? Because I don't see why I should tell you the truth either." I responded, he took another step back, and accidentally hit the counter with his lower back. Finally he took the bait, "Why?" I looked back up, "That is a great question Dean, why, why shouldn't I tell you the truth, why should I? Personally it's because I don't believe in double standards, you know what a double standard is right Dean? In case you don't, it's when someone places an expectation on someone else but not themselves." I started, keeping a smile plastered to my face. Dean nodded slowly, "Since you aren't telling me something I don't see why I should be telling you anything." I finished, looking down at my work.

"I told you everything." Dean argued, and I stood up. "Really?" My tone was soft, and he didn't respond, he just stared at me, waiting. "I'm surprised you really think I'm that stupid." I snapped, my tone was so harsh he actually flinched, a twinge of guilt raced through me but it vanished just as quickly. Stepping out from the side of the table, I started, "You must really think low of me to think I wouldn't be able to tell when you're lying. Just because I don't have weird werewolf sensing shit going on in my mind doesn't mean I can't use deductive reasoning. I know you know about that teacher, and I know you know he's a werewolf. So if you just told me why you're lying this would be forgotten, because you know, it pisses me off to know you're lying. This whole thing where you protect me is built off of you telling me the truth, if you're going to start lying to me I might as well run into the woods screaming at the top of my lungs." I snapped, then I took a breath. Dean sighed.

"Sometimes I wish you weren't so smart." He complained, and I just crossed my arms and raised a brow. "That teacher is my brother, Levi. I really just wanted to make sure someone was there to watch over you while you were at school." Dean explained, taking a step forward. "I don't see why you couldn't have just told me that." I complained, "I didn't want you to think I was being intrusive." He admitted, taking a step forward so he was in front of me, "Look kitten, I'm sorry." His tone was genuine, he went to kiss my forehead, and I stepped back. His eyes widened in hurt, and before we could do anything there was knock at the door.

When I pulled it open, my eyes widened in surprise.

It was Levi.