Supernatural//[ON HOLD]

Supernatural//14

Fourteen.

“Campuses in the Houston area have reopened,” The reporter was saying. I turned the volume up higher and listened. “The local high school, Bryce Middleton, will resume classes tomorrow. The big football game have been rescheduled due to harsh weather and will be held at Bryce Middleton in three weeks. Get your tickets now.”

I snuck a sideways glance at Ryan. We were in his room, splayed out on his bed, going through our textbooks for the upcoming midterms. Amidst the upending problems with Cameron and my possible demise, school had resumed and soon, we'll be taking our midterms, going to prom, and getting our diplomas. Times like these, I wished school was the only thing I was worried about. But, no, I had to add psychopathic werewolf who wants me dead onto the ever-growing list. “You're playing in the game, right?” I asked, my voice rang loudly in the silence. His parents were celebrating their fifteenth anniversary and the rest of the pack dispersed to disband the groups of Rogues. Ryan and the usual trio, meaning Jenna, Dylan, and Reese, were in charge of keeping me safe. But Jenna, Dylan, and Reese were nowhere to be found.

I considered myself as an inconvenience. I knew they'd much rather be with their pack doing something proactive. But whenever I broached the subject, they would deny it. Ryan did. Twice. He'd nicely interjected that he'd rather protect me than hunt the Rogues. I would've believed him, if not for his sarcastic and condescending tone. The radio was still blaring so I turned the volume down before shutting it off completely, the next song cut off abruptly.

“'Course. I'm the quarterback.” Ryan rolled his eyes as if the answer should have been obvious. It was obvious but I couldn't stand the loud silence any longer, it was depressing and somewhat suffocating. I had to say something and naturally, small talks weren't my strong points.

“Right.” I said after a while. I pursed my lips then darted my eyes downwards, to the glossy page filled with quadratic equations and covalent bonds. I read and wrote down formulas and notes until my retinas burned with intense concentration. I put my pen down and rubbed my eyes, blinking them a few times. My fingers ached from holding the pen too tight and my bladder contracted painfully. I rolled off the bed, mumbled something incoherent to Ryan and stalked out the door, searching for the nearest restroom. Footfalls sounded behind me and his words reached my ears.

“Where are you going?”

“Restroom.” I replied, finally locating one at the end of the hallway. I ran toward it, slipping through.

“I'm coming with.” He informed me.

The door stopped midway, my face in-between the frame and the wood. I glared at him. “It's the bathroom. There's nowhere to hide.” I hissed, inching the door a fraction closer.

“It's not for the sake of your safety.” He grinned.

I screeched and slammed the door. Fuming, I unfastened my jeans and sat down, raking my nails against my palms. In the last few days, Ryan's behavior was like a puzzle. One moment, he would be brooding and focused and the next, his attitude would morphed into playful and teasing. It was rather strange seeing him switched from one personality to the next.

His chuckle resonated through the door. I scowled, finished my business and walked out, pushing pass Ryan and back into his room, settling on the bed and flipping to the chapter about First Law of Thermodynamic. I sighed and picked up my pen, poising it over a clean sheet of paper.

We worked in uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes. The sun dipped low and disappeared over the horizon. The sky darkened from orange and pink streaks to purple and navy blue. Twilight was approaching. Tonight, the moon would be in a waning gibbous. In a few more days, it would be a full moon. The day when the werewolves would be at their strongest. It was the night the pack would expect Cameron and the Rogues would attack. It was the night I was dreading. Fireflies cast golden glows against the window panes. My phone rang, jarring me out of my reverie. Andy.