Cat calls are, officially, racist. (Complete)

Scatter!

Chapter 25

I turn off my engine and hop off my bike. I take off my helmet and lean against my bike while I wait for Jesse to arrive with my bag. He pulls up a few seconds later and I grin again, I always beat him at these kind of races.

“You know, I should just force you to let me win.” Jesse says after he parks beside me and hands me my bag.

“You probably could, but then that’d really screw up your ego.” I wink at him and jog forward to join my friends.

“Hey girls!” I call out to them.

“Hey Tyra, what’s up?” Missy asks me.

The first thing that runs through my mind is that Matt is coming back, but I push that thought away, they don’t know the true story of why Matt left Arizona.

“Oh nothing really, I’ve got Preston on my tail now ‘cause I threw cake at his face.” I say instead with a shrug.

Kristen and Missy gape at me while Meredith laughs slightly. “You threw cake at him?!” Kristen exclaims as we begin our way to study hall.

“Yup, Parker and I were hiding in a tree throwing chocolate cakes at people; we had a lot to spare. Stupid bastard made me get him like ten cakes.” I growl to myself.

“Yeah, but you still love him.” Missy points out.

I sigh while a smile tugs at my lips. “Yeah, I know.”

“So what’s this business about Dylon trying to attack you?” Meredith asks.

“Oh, he couldn’t catch me yesterday, so he’s planning his revenge. I have a feeling Parker stopped him from walking in my room yesterday.” I say to myself.

When  I woke up this morning, there was a trace of Dylon’s smell at the top of the stairs, and Jesse is the lightest sleeper ever.

“Kay, see you guys later.” Meredith walks down another hall to get to her own class.

“Oh, well isn’t he a kind boyfriend.” Missy coos to herself.

“Oh you have no idea...” I mumble sarcastically to myself. I subconsciously touch his mark on the base of my neck. My friends haven’t noticed it yet, and I don’t expect them to either because it only looks like two extremely faint scar marks, but any werewolf would be able to see them right away.

“Why do you keep touching your neck like that every time we talk about Jesse? Did we give you a hickey or something?” Missy asks eyeing my neck wearily.

I laugh at myself; no he hasn’t given me a hickey yet. “Nope, no hickey. I didn’t even know I do that anyway.” I frown at myself. Is that normal mate behaviour?

“Oh, well whatever.” Missy shrugs as we push the door to our classroom open.

“Heads up!” Someone calls.

I automatically drop to the floor (when guys throw things at your head extremely often, you learn to react really fast) as I hear something pass over my head and my friends shrieking from surprise from behind me.

I look to my side to see none other than Dylon with his hand in the air as if he had just thrown something (to probably hit me). I look to my left to see a chocolate cake slowly sliding against the wall.

“Preston? A chocolate cake? Really?” I eye him just to make sure he has none behind his back. I slowly rise to my feet and my friends cower behind me. Yeah, I would too if I were them, Dylon throws a mean baseball, so cake can’t be any better.