Girl On Fire

1: two idiots in a wolfs den

•bullying ahead: mild
•microagression ahead:mild

I have always wondered what goes through a mans head when he looks at a girl he likes. I'm sitting here, with my best friend of - five or so years - watching a band of female and male wolves converse and all i feel is there hot and heavy gazes for each other. I mean, do they even like each other? Are any of them even mates?

"Its like...watching a white... i don't even know." My best friend, Carlos, sighs out.

"I think what you meant to say or, compare them to, is a teen movie with a bunch of white casting." I state. We snicker to each other and begin to assign them roles like male lead 1 and supporting cast. "Barley three weeks into our junior year and we're already putting the school gods into stereotypes." I giggle at Carlos and shrug. "It's all we can really do. We've already spent the last - two years moping and hiding away from the gods of our year. We might as well have some fun talking about them." I state.

One of the more built wolfs picks on a less built human and me and Carlos glance at each other before our lips turn up into a frown. He didn't understand them and why they picked on people half their size and i didn't either. I never sought out to bother others, i mean in some cases us shifters have to be the same in some areas right?

"I'll never understand that meat head." Carlos grunts out rather loudly. I look at him nervously, that meathead, Levi snow most definitely heard Carlos and was making his way over. Slicked back brown hair, dark green eyes, and a taught lean build. Carlos was, no offense, a stick. The man was a Skinny queen. An itty bitty tiny slay queen. He was talking a bigger game then he could handle.

Slick blonde hair flowed under levi's arm and I visibly grew uncomfortable. Anastasia banks. Top bitch, definitely a skank in her free time, always picking on the only black girl in school. A.K.A me.

"The fuck did you say, beanpole?" I glanced at Levi then Carlos and avoided any eye contact with the chick under Levi's arm. I began to pick at my palm, a visible sign of my growing agitation. "I'm not sure if that's racist or the only insult your dumbass could come up with," Carlos bit out. "I said I'll never understand a meat head like you."

"Why don't you learn how to shut the fuck up and mind you're own fucking business, cockroach?" Levi asked, laughing. Carlos visibly tensed up and glared harder at Levi. "Why don't you stop disrupting the peace around everyone else. You're a senior, fucking act like it." He grunted standing.

All Carlos and Levi did was argue. If Levi wasn't such a ... prick. I'd think he had something for Carlos. Levi picks on everyone indiscriminately of gender but Carlos gets the worst of the butt for whatever reason. And happens to be one of the fairly few Hispanic families in town? It bothers Carlos and raises questions for us.

I grab my bag to pack up and go to leave after a fuming Carlos but get stopped when there is a harsh vice like grip on my arm. I immediately look down towards my arm and see a perfectly, laid and manicured hand tightly wrapped around my arm. Anastasia. "And where do you think you're going, ghetto ass bitch?" She asks. I tense and my eyes grow wide.

If there was anyone in the school who was verbally and physically racist it would be her. She is the embodiment of racially motivated. She snickered at me and began pulling at my hair. "If I tug hard enough will it come out?" She asked looking back at Levi. He looked rather uncomfortable and shrugged slightly. My hair was flat ironed, but what does it matter? Why was she doing this? Why was she trying to humiliate me in front of the entire cafeteria? I never understood.

"Cut it out, Anastasia." One of the other girls, Lilly or jade grunted out. They were a set of twins and I never took time to learn the difference. "What? I'm only asking this ghetto rat if her hairs fake." She laughed. "It's none of your fucking business. Cut it the fuck out." She hissed out.

Anastasia pulled on my hair causing me to yelp and grip at my scalp before she laughed and flipped her hair. She finally let my hair go and slid back up next to Levi. Her eyes, it was like she was watching a zoo animal.

I immediately slid past her and left the cafeteria holding back tears and panic. Why couldn't I say anything? Do anything? The bobcat within me wanted to scar that ugly face of hers. Another side of me wanted to cry and scream and become angry. I became neither. And that made me angry.

As my eyes begin to water my anger doesn't seem to simmer. I turn to the right quickly and punch one of the lockers in. Immediately my anger is replaced with a sharp pain, I glance at my fist nestled within the metal of the now crushed locker. I quickly pull my hand back realizing what I've done and it only furthers the emotions I feel.

Thick hot tears roll down my cheeks as I cradled my hand and walk towards the choir room. The choir room was rarely in use for my study hall period, I open the door and this... smell hit me.

Like the entire room was jam packed with a smell I couldn't quite pin point. It made me.. relax. Significantly. I was still hiccuping and sobbing and what not but the panic and pain ceased. I shut the door behind me and walked into the room a little more. I set my bag down and sat down on the floor.

I looked down at my slowly healing hand. I probably crushed it on the impact. Fractured some of my knuckles at the least. I don't even think my form was right. It made me sob harder. Why did I have to go and take my anger and pain out on school property?

I heard a soft grunt or someone clear their throat and I looked up. Through the blur of tears I could make out dark hair, light olive skin, and a tall sculpted frame. "O-oh."