Lone Wolf

Chapter 2: Make it up to You

Blake's POV

After a few moments of awkward silence, I decide to speak up. "Sorry again about the lunch thing. We were just messing around...we, uh, never meant to..."
"It's fine." she says, cutting me short. We fall back into awkward silence.

Feeling uncomfortable in the silence, I search for a topic of conversation, noticing that Kaila's typing on her phone. "Whad'ya doin?" I ask, slipping into my Western Pennsylvanian dialect, having grown up in Pittsburgh.

"Typing." she says.
"What are you typing?"
"None of your business."
"......."
I sweat drop. Curious, I try peeking over her shoulder.

Crying out, I pray for their safety,
For I would rather die,
Than for them to have their lives,
Cut short.

Impressed with this verse, I didn't even notice what Kaila was doing.
Before I know it, I'm staring into the eyes of an extremely pissed off Kaila. Vein popping, it's almost as if her eyes are blue flames.

"What the Hell did I just say?" she asks. She whacks me on the back of my head and turns away with a "hmph."

"Ow!" I say, rubbing the spot where she hit me. She was strong for someone so small, her head only reaching my chest when standing. We sit in silence for a few more minutes. Once I'm sure she's cooled down a bit, I open my mouth to speak. "You know...you're pretty good at writing."

"Thanks." she mumbles.

We sit quietly for another few seconds.
"........well...uhhhhhh...do you....um...like writing?" I ask awkwardly.
She gives me an "are you kidding me?" look. "Why else would I always be typing, Genius?" she says the last word sarcastically. Why was she so mean?

"Well... I always just assumed you were texting someone." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

She deadpans. "Seriously?" she asks. "Do you have any idea what I'm called?"

Taking a moment to think, I realize what she means. While her name is Kaila Wellse, people in our school call her "Kaila Wolf," "The Mute Loner," or "Lone Wolf," all the time. Ever since the very first day of the school year about a month ago, she refused to converse with anyone. I think back to that first day.

I walk into my first class of the year, talking with my friends, Janett, Darek, Ben, Sasha, Steven, Jake, Jose, Sam, and Danica. Being that it was such a small school district, practically everybody knew who everybody else was. Once everybody takes a seat, my group all sitting in the back, the teacher, a brown-eyed red-head, looking to be fresh out of college, stands up and addresses the class.

"Good morning class, my name is Miss Daniels, but you may call me Miss Anie if you wish. I will be teaching Earth Science." Some of the student's eyes widen with disbelief, probably incredulous that someone so close to our age was teaching. "Now, I know this is only the first day, but I would like to introduce someone." The faint sound of multiple people mumbling can be heard as Miss Anie turns to face the door and motions for someone to come inside.

"Who do you think it is?" Ben whispers.
"No idea." Ben's girlfriend, Sam, whispers back.

The members of the class quiet down and watch on silently as they hear the sound of footsteps entering the room. I watch on in curiosity as a girl, standing at a little above five feet, walks in with her head down, her dark brown hair covering her face. She stops next to the teacher. She turns to the class, but we're unable to get a good look at her, as she still doesn't look up. The whispers start again, only to cease as Miss Anie opens her mouth to speak.

"This is Kaila Wellse."

At this, Kaila looks up, showing the class her face. My breath gets caught in my throat as her eyes meet mine. Her eyes, a deep, sea blue, glittered like gems. But there was something else in those eyes. Was it... sadness?