Twisting Fate

3. Time Flies

Three weeks had already gone by at the new school. I wouldn't say it had been great, but it had been livable. The girls were still horrid, the guys crude, the Alpha boy a pompous prick, and the classes so easy I could do them in my sleep, but I had not gotten into a single fight. Arguments, yes, heated debates, of corse, but blows we're never exchanged, thanks to my amazing self control and will. That, and the fact that my parent reminded us every morning to be on our "best behavior" so that we could "stay at this wonderful new school and enjoy all the new experiences it has to offer". My mothers exact words, not mine.

It was Thursday today, and something felt...off. I woke up in a bad mood, like really bad, the kind of bad where someone breathing too hard pisses you off. I was tempted to ask mom or Evelynn if we had any herbs that had a calming effect, but I didn't want my mom to feel like she'd have to stay home for me and my mood swings. Her job had been going so well that they had given her more hours, more responsibilities and much better pay. And my dad had only just taken up to working at a store close by that sold and fixed electronics. He's always been into that kind of thing, we'd just never had the money to have too much of the newest bits of technology. So he'd taken the job once we were in our second week at school, and had literally come home every day bouncing excitedly and telling us what he'd learned or done that day. Apparently the store wasn't too busy, because he was allowed to "play" around with some of the things there as long as there were no customers. His boss said he'd start teaching him how to do the repairs soon, so they could expand that part of the business. So I didn't want him to have to ask off either.

"I can do this", I though. "what do you think? I asked my wolf. And for the first time in two years, all I got was silence. "Hello? Are you in there?" I asked sarcastically. Like she could go anywhere else even if she wanted to. Still nothing. I wondered if maybe she was sulking, or feeling the effects of my bad moon too and just blocking me because she was moody. I decided to give her her space and talk to her later.

Evelynn and I walked to school, like always, and we separated to go our own way. I went straight to home room, as always, not having anything else better to do, and met Taylor and her crew at the door. "You can go in after us. Don't want to have to walk through your stench" she said, holding her nose as she got closer to me, sucking in an extremely over-exaggerated breath, and holding it in as she walked by.

I glared at her hard, and it took everything in me not to punch her face in right there. As it was, I felt the snarl rip through my throat, low and an obviously feral warning. One of the boys in class spun around to face me, a snarl on his face, lips pulled back in obvious challenge. If it wasn't for Mrs. Bradley calling for order right then and there, I'm sure it would have come to blows. As it was, I went to my customary seat in the back by the window and tried to use the outside scenery to calm myself. I could feel my heart beating statically after that mini-showdown, and my hands were shaking and sweating.

Odd, I thought, as I wiped them on my pants. I'm not scared of that douch. Not even a little bit. Why's my body reacting to him this way? I was so zoned out I hadn't heard what Mrs. Bradley was asking us to do, but I did hear my name called extremely loudly. I looked up, noticing the class staring at me, and said, "Sorry, what?"

She looked at me sternly. "The entire class has passed their homework pieces to the front but you. Did you do it?" She asks, seeming to think I had skipped it.

I felt my face getting hot as some students snickered at my obvious predicament. "Yes ma'am. Sorry." I got out the paper in question, but when I tried to pass it to the guy in front of me, he refused to take it. I tapped the paper on his side, hoping to get his attention and have him pass it up like everyone else did, but he ignored me. I glared at the back of his head for a few seconds, but got out of my seat to take it to her at the front of the class. I have no clue what happened next, it all happened so fast, but one second I'm walking, the next I'm falling hard and landing on the desk catty corner to the guy who refused to take my paper. I had, in the mili-second before I crashed into the one other empty seat in the class, tried to break my fall, only to miss the desk, fall on it face first and rip my paper in half. I sat there on the floor, dazed and ears ringing, as no one around me moved to help. I looked around, ears still ringing, to see everyone in class laughing hysterically, and the guy in front of me fist-bumping a guy behind me.