Almighty Lycan.

Trent. (Part. 1)

'I cannot believe I got stuck into doing this. This is total BS, and EVERYONE knows that that's the only thing that I am allergic to.' I thought to myself as I peeked into a classroom that held in after school detention kids for two hours.

I knocked on the door, and a few seconds afterwards a long and lanky old guy with a big balding spot in the middle of his hair, opened the door, looking as uninterested in me as I felt for this whole situation.

When he moved out the way to let me in, everyone was curiously staring at me. Some looked at me in recognition, while others in confusion. I could hear them whispering to each other, trying to find out who I was, and others whispering about how I was the new girl.

Walking in, head held high in mock ignorance, I made my way to the back of the room in the far corner, away from everyone else.

After their eyes followed my every move to my seat, they slowly turned back around and kept quiet for twenty minutes.

"Alright, I'm going to take a bathroom break. I WILL be back." He said before getting up and stepping out.

As soon as he closed the door, some people got up to moved to their friends, and others stayed in their seat but talked with other people around them. Everyone immediately got their phones out the bin that we were forced to put them in upon our entrance.

"Your the new girl." I looked up to see a pretty brunette with big brown eyes, and very tan skin.

"And you're captain obvious." I said, automatically on the defensive side. But instead of getting angry like I thought she would, she laughed. A kind of laughter that made you want to laugh too. I refrained from doing so.

After she was done laughing she held out her hand for me to grab. "My names Lola, Lola Michaels."

I stared at her hand for a long skeptical time, before grabbing it, and shaking it twice. "Lindsay Foxx."

"So your the new girl who half the school is obsessed with, and the other half hates." She said in an 'oh' tone.

I chuckled slightly. "What's it to you?"

"I was just curious of who the whole school was raging about. I just never imagined you to be so... Short?" She said, trying so hard not to be rude, but completely failing. But for some reason, I didn't seem to care.

Yeah I was like 5'3, and this girl was like 5'9, but who cares. I could still totally kick her ass if needed.

I narrowed my eyes at her, pretending to be offended, even though I wasn't. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, the way that everyone else was describing you, it made you seem like you were a tall, and gorgeously hideous Amazonian warrior who goes around kicking peoples asses for no apparent reason." She laughed loudly, gathering some peoples attention.

"Oh trust me, there are reasons." I sighed, a smirk on my face as I stretched my feet out on top of the desk I was currently occupying. "Gorgeously hideous, huh?"

She laughed again, sitting down at the desk in front of me. "I got two completely opposite descriptions of you from all kinds of people. Some people think you're 'not that hot', or even 'crazy'."

"Ah, well that part may or may not be true." I chuckled, appreciating the honesty in the words this girl was spewing out of her mouth. "So, how come I have never seen you before, Lilly?"

"It's Lola," She giggled. "I've been out of town for the past couple of days, and this is my first day back."

"Wow, and you're already in detention?" I said, eyebrows going up. She didn't seem like the type to get detention, or into any trouble at all.

"Actually I'm only in detention for being late to class on several occasions." She explained, her cheeks going red in embarrassment.

"That actually makes a lot of sense." I mused out loud, putting my feet down, and leaning forward on my desk.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, slightly offended.

I scoffed slightly, a smirk preoccupying my face. "Oh, just that you don't seem like the type to get into trouble often."

And I was right. Despite her size, she seemed to be the type of girl who ends up the teachers pet. With her Bambi like eyes, and innocent demeanor, everything about her screamed, 'Good Girl'.

She wore a pretty white dress, that was kept simple, and was paired with a pair of nude flats. She had big natural curls in her almost burgundy like hair. She was your average book worm.

"How would you know that?" She asked, trying to sound rude, but just managed to sound confused.

"I can read people pretty easily. Its a natural born talent of mine." I gloated, holding my head up high.

Before she could reply to my comment, I asked, "how come everyone's not worried about the teacher coming back from his 'bathroom break'?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, before saying, "Because we all know he probably wont come back for a while. We don't know what he does, but it always takes him until the end of detention for him to come back."

Before I could reply with my dirty thought filled mind, the door opened, and you wouldn't believe who walked in with his usual casual swagger back.

The football player whose nose I broke with a kick to his pretty face! And get this, there was no broken nose! Not even a small bruise was present. He looked as if the whole incident never happened. Even acted like the whole thing never happened. Damn his werewolf genes.

He gave me one glance. Just one glance, before he went to take a seat with a bunch of his buddies. Something was going on. You don't just see the person who broke your nose, less than 24 hours ago, and not even care. You just don't. I don't care how much of a saint someone is. It's just not possible.

And yet it happened. I was dismissed without a second glance. As if he's never seen me before in his life.

I sat there for a few moments staring at him, waiting to get a reaction out of him. That's when I realized how quiet a certain chatty cathy seemed to be.