Y/N lives a quiet life at school, and prefers it that way. However, 'bad boy' Damian falls instantly for her and is determined to change that. They clash, and one fateful outing together, Y/N learns a big secret-
werewolves exist.
In an unlikely du...
Am I really standing here by the school gates waiting for Y/N?
Yes. Not that she told me to. But I'll play it off casual. I don't want to seem like a stalker. God why can't that incident stay out of my head? Does waiting for someone unprompted even count as stalker behaviour? Fuck if I know.
I narrow my eyes at my phone, brushing away a chip of glass from the miserable, dying screen protector. My red streak beams at me from my reflection, standing out from the rest of my hair. I smile, then frown. Y/N's not here yet.
Mrs Szymańska's an ok form tutor I guess- she likes dogs I weirdly remember- but she's already been cracking down on my lates. She let me off the first week, but cause it's "one of the most important school years", she's advised me to try coming in just a few minutes early, or else I'll get a contiq- a.. consin- punishment. I forgot the damn word.
Anyways, there's still three minutes to go until the late bell rings and I have to be inside the building. Three more minutes to wait.
Two minutes.
One minute.
I forcefully shove my phone back into my blazer pocket (which I'll be holding; I hate blazers) and trudge in. I want to punch myself in the head. Why am I so upset that she isn't here? Maybe she didn't come in because of me. Because of me and what I did. Maybe she lied about accepting my apology and hopes I'm dead.
I wish I could use my super speed in here without anyone ever seeing, so I could go where I needed a lot faster. On my way to form I see some balding Mario goober with a plain suit and ugly tie standing in the middle of the hallway, hands crossed behind in inspection. I don't think I've seen him before. Whoever he is, he's weird. Why's he leaning into people trying to just pass him? I carry on walking forward, but purposely linger behind a friend group of quite a few people. I have an idea.
My hand rummages around in my pocket before pulling something satisfactory out. I scrunch it into a small ball, then wait til I'm in close enough range. Goober turns his half shiny head away, then...
I launch my deadly cannon at him and it lands square in his face. Heck yeah! I celebrate secretly with a smirk at the ground, and look back to see his reaction.
He is literally fuming. I think if I squint hard enough I can see smoke coming out of his ears. Not wanting to get caught, I slip behind a thick pole before darting away, narrowly avoiding his range of sight. A few more paces forward and I have to release my built up laughter at least quietly. It flew straight at his face! Maybe I should consider taking part in the Olympics for something to do with throwing.
Quickly after, I reach the classroom grinning, with a new short story to tell. The door's still open when I arrive, so Mrs Szymańska asks me to close it. I pull it shut, peering one last time into the corridor. No sound of Y/N's iconic strut. No lock of sunshine in sight.
Oh my goodness. I need to stop with the simping. I'm lucky enough for her to still have looked at me yesterday.
Before sitting down I dap up Hayden (who IS good at catching it turns out, just clearly not at the right time) and Logan, Hayden's friend. He introduced us to eachother and the rest of their friend group, who are in other forms. So I'm kinda less of a loner now. They're cool guys, those two specifically. Their humour types bounce off eachother like crazy, so much that Mrs Szymańska has them on opposite sides of the classroom.
I dump my bag down by my seat. The chair to my left stares right at me. I try to distract myself by listening intensely to the register.
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Everyone's been fairly quiet, me included. I think even though it's Tuesday we're all still tired and can't be asked. Me as well. Someone from the back raises their hand.
"Yes?" "Mrs, I think I saw someone that looked like you yesterday but it wasn't you. Do you have any siblings?"
She tenses up a little and her face expression seems strange. She stares at the floor, then back to her laptop.
"No.. not anymore." she quickly says, leaving the class to share a mix of confused and sympathetic looks. I turn round to Hayden and then to Logan, with furrowed brows. They shrug, Logan looking a bit sadder. Now the general quietness is awkward.
My eyes dart to the clock. There's a few minutes left til the next lesson. I don't even know what I have next. I reach down to pick up my bag-
