Prophecy of Two

3. Juliette Esmeralda Isabella D'Avila

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Chapter 3: Juliette D'Avila

I gave a swift kick to his face, his groan of pain totally worth my unbalance. Using his stunned being to my advantage, I tackle him, his hard chest slamming against my shoulder. Pressing all my weight into his biceps with my knees, I throw multiple punches to his face and jaw.

Seeing as I wasn't giving any mercy to Ricky, Joe quickly jumps over the side of the ring and yanks me away from the bloodied trainer. Or was trainer. Joe clearly wasn't happy, his face was red and grumpy. "Enough!"

Shrugging his hands off, I glare at him, "You got a manager for me or what? Because if your people are this easy, I think I should check out more options in gyms."

Joe swallows loudly, "I have a manager for you." Seeing my expectant look, "She's just not here at the moment. She'll be in later."

Scoffing, I unwrap my hands and start walking off. "I'll be back tomorrow around three thirty, I expect your manager to be here," I grab my shirt and phone, shoving the metal door open. I was fully aware of Ricky's eyes on the back of my head, trying to burn holes through it. He was pissed. I could also feel his gaze on my ass, but I was too satisfied with the ache on my knuckles to care. I could feel myself smirk as I slammed the door to my car closed.

After going to all the needed places, I went home and dropped all my bags on the sofa in my apartment. I head into the bathroom to check my freshly dyed pink hair. I started putting the coconut oil in my hair to lock in the color. After doing that, I head back into the living room and turn on Netflix to watch my, now, favorite series, Game of Thrones. I just started it and it looks really good so far.

I watched two episodes before heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

Tomorrow, the first day of hell at the best school in the country and I couldn't keep the smirk off my face as I smashed my face against the soft pillow.

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"Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm late!" I yelp, slamming my door shut and running for the doors of the school.

The day I need to be somewhere, I'm late! I mentally scold myself as my wolf simply shakes her head at me with amusement. Well, at least someone is enjoying themselves... I think bitterly, walking into the office.

Mrs. Quarter as it was written, was sitting in her desk chair, hands in her hair. Her face was in a grimace but when she saw me, her face changed into a smile-- fake as ever-- and asked my name.

"Juliette Esmeralda Isabella D'Avila," I say, watching her scrabble for my schedule.

"Oh!" She exclaims, "I was expecting you yesterday!" Mrs. Quarter grabs a folder underneath a pile of nurse notes, "I'll have to write you a tardy slip."

Grasping my schedule and slip, I roll my eyes slightly, "Thanks." I head to my first class, taking the elevator since all the halls were empty and the class was on the top floor, number 618. Geography... I absolutely hate geography, I wasn't good at and never planned to be. Why should I get good at something I hate? But if you put me in a computer class, I'm all in for it. Making websites and hacking are my specialty, nothing can keep me out of a computer. Not that I would share that with anyone...

I open the classroom door, silently watching as every head turns to me. The teacher was a nasty bald headed man, he was short and had wrinkles on his face, making it droopy.

"You must be Juli--"

I cut him off, hand raised in the air, "Actually, you can call me Isabella." I never liked being called by my real name, plus everyone compares it to Romeo and Juliet, which is not me. I am nothing like that little shit and I can't even put two alike terms between me and her. That's the way I like it.

The rest of the day went on as the same, long, boring, and just plain horrible. Story of my life guys! The only hour I was happy in was music, I tried out for the percussion spot and got it. The teacher, Mr. Dolan, was very surprised as the rest of the class was. Hot damn! Mr. Dolan was hot!

He was tall, his brown hair in a quiff, and had hazel eyes. His gorgeous hazel eyes were shaped like almonds, his cheekbones were high and could more than likely cut watermelons in half. He was the man you'd have wet dreams about and blushed every time you looked at him.

But I refused to be a blushing fool, I simply sat and did my part when he called on people or played music.

I was glad when the last bell rang and I could finally leave this, ravishing hell hole. I quickly made my way through the hallway crowds, may or may not using my werewolf speed to push around them. Even with the extra help, I managed to bump into a girl as I was walking on the quad. I almost yelled at her for being so clumsy, even if it were my fault, but words died in my throat when I caught a whiff of her scent.

It caused the non-existent hair on my back rise and my spine straighten as I recovered quickly from falling forward. She was about an inch taller than my 5'5" height and was way ass skinny but there was muscle there. What threw me off the most was her eye and hair... Her almond eyes were a deep green with reddish-gold flecks, they could make you fall in and drown in them. And her hair! It was such a deep, beautiful red color, it was almost as if her wavy-straight hair wasn't even hers but someone else's-- like an angel or someone graced by the gods. Her deathly pale skin just made her features stand out even more with her light freckles and high cheekbones, her small hourglass figure.

There was a powerful aura about her, like mine but her scent was slightly different than an actual Werewolf's-- I just didn't know what it was. I could tell she knew what I was too because her eyes widened even bigger than they already were and her nose flared.

Both of us took half a step back, examining each other. She took in my bright pink hair and grey eyes, flickering over my tan skin and slight hourglass figure that lacked some since it was mostly toned with muscle. Which is another thing I hated about being in shape, you lose the softness in your body. Almost as if we were reading each other's mind, our hands thrust out and shook.

"I'm Selene Kingston," her voice was soft and slightly sounded unused.

Replying, I release her hand, "Juliette D'Avila but you can call me Isabella or Ez." I mentally face palmed myself when I said that, I was openly inviting her to be comfortable with me! My wolf shushed me.

We stood awkwardly for a moment before she broke it, "It was nice to bump into you but I got to get going, I have people waiting on me. I hope I see you tomorrow." She smiles but it came out like a grimace and I knew it wasn't on purpose somehow.

"Yeah, tomorrow," I back away from her, nodding my head thoughtfully. I quickly walk to my car and speed to the gym, the odd encounter still running through my mind.

The gym was busy, people were in every corner-- either punching a bag, with a trainer, running, or lifting weights. Everyone was sweaty, that's all I could say really. But even with the busy people, they still managed to have their gaze off at something. Following their gazes, I freeze, there she was.

Selene was in a sports bra and capri spandex, her red hair was pulled back as she blocked a kick to her face. She was fast. Her movements were swift as she took her opponent down easily and held them in a hold, waiting for them to tap out. I was really surprised she was here and even more so when I saw the guy she versed. He was a giant. His muscles bulged out of his body and rippled with every move, there was a deadly aura about him but his next action said different. He ruffled her hair. Ruffled it!

Joe saw me standing nearby, "Hey! Come here, I got your manager for you." His face was filled with pride, "Meet Selene, she's the one for you if you want," he gives me a glance and says slowly, "whatever you want."

She went to shake hands with me but froze just as I did and dropped her hand. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," she says in complete disbelief. The words felt really strange coming from out of her mouth.

Well, damn.