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Mr. Mirror

9: Mr. Mirror

 

Scarlet’s POV

I woke up feeling slightly hyper. And guess what? My father is making pancakes. Yeah, that’s what I need, more sugar to spice up my day. Or should I say… sweeten. Oh god, what is happening to me?

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention? You have to face Nathan today. My eyes widen in the mirror as my mind speaks to me. Crap! I totally forgot! I spit out the foam in my mouth and rinse, hoping so dearly that I could think of a backup plan for today.

Of course I’m going to avoid him; that’s the only way to not interact with him. Well, if I did have a conversation, I wonder what he would say… It would probably go like this…

Hey Scarlet, I didn’t know you talk about me with your friends…

I don’t!

Oh? Then what was that text about?

It was nothing! An accident!

An accident, I can believe. But the fact that it was about me… that’s kind of rude, Scar. Didn’t your parents teach you not to talk about others behind their backs?

I wasn’t… I didn’t…

You know, I could totally see that whole conversation play in real life.

Getting annoyed, I change into a pair of dark jeans and an orange striped shirt. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, where my dad was flipping his famous blueberry pancakes. And believe me, they were fucking delicious. (Excuse my “French”.) If you haven’t tasted my dad’s pancakes, you don’t know what heaven is.

“Morning, Scar,” my dad said as I walked into the kitchen, and he handed me a plate of three. He knew me too well. “Why are you sweating?” he asks, touching my forehand with his finger, then wiping it on the apron he was wearing.

I wiped my forehead to see that it was full of sweat. EW… Why was I so worked up about this? I used the back of my sleeve to wipe off the remaining sweat (gross, I know) and smiled at my father. “I took a shower?” I said, more a question than a statement.

“Well, you stink,” he said, taking an amused sniff.

While taking my plate over to the table I take a little sniff at my underarms, wondering if he was really kidding. I mean, I’m clean and all… I was just checking.

When I finished eating my heaven of a good breakfast, I drove myself to school in my awesome truck. However, I couldn’t help but think of what Nathan will say when I get to school. Forget what he’ll say, what will I say? Ugh, why didn’t I check who I was texting? You’re really stupid, Scar, my unhelpful conscience says. Yeah, no dip, Sherlock. Being literally one red light away from school, I seriously thought about skipping. This is just plain scary.

Who knew the boy that dad bit will move to the same area as us?

It’s a small world after all.

Why are you quoting one of your least favorite songs? I’m going crazy. I can’t stay on topic with anything.

I pull into the parking lot, grabbing my backpack and head up to my locker. Let’s just say, it’s hard to avoid the person you’re avoiding when he’s your locker neighbor. Plus, if you also have first period with that person… that doesn’t help either.

Just when I got to my locker, I looked around cautiously for him. Though I guess my wolf sense of smell was stronger than its sight. “Hey, Scarlet,” Nathan said, putting in the combination for his lock. “I need to talk to you.” I stayed quiet, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “I know you can hear me,” he says, and I sensed him staring at me while I was still putting my books in. I slammed my locker when I was done, practically running away. Well, until he grabbed me by the arm. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asks.

I gulped. “I’m going to class,” I said calmly, and stopped struggling in his grip.

“I need to talk to you,” Nathan stared into my eyes. “Plus, we have ten minutes.” He lets go of me and shut his locker and leaned on it. Now he’s intently watching me. And being the person I am, I squirmed under his stare. “So, what do you mean I should’ve changed?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said a little too quickly.

I thought he was going to give me one of his usual smirks, but instead he frowned, and well, vulnerable. “I know you’re lying…” he says. “And what do you mean ‘he doesn’t know he’s one of us’? Are you implying that I’m a girl behind my back?”

At that, my lips turn into a small smile. “I wasn’t implying anything. Though…”

His eyebrows shot up, “Though?”

I grinned. “Though you do look at yourself in the mirror longer than the average girl…” I put a finger to my chin, making it look like I was thinking.

“How do you know about my time at the mir—,” and he stopped himself. I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. People walked by our lockers, having questionable looks on their faces. That just made me laughed even more. “You really suck, you know that?” he says, beginning to drag me to first period.

“You—are—so—stupid,” I giggled.

“Yeah, yeah. You had your fun. Now answer my questions, will you?” Now that made me stopped laughing.

I tried on my new-and-somewhat-improved-over-the-years poker face. “You’re one of the evil queens in fairytales.”

“Okay, see, that wasn’t so hard to answer, was it?” he said, and then stopped walking. “Wait, what did you just say?”

That made me laughed. Again. For five minutes.

Let’s just say my face was as red as a tomato from trying to control my laughter.

No seriously, tears were in my eyes.

And it wasn’t even that funny.

“Stop laughing, will ya?” he mumbles. “It wasn’t even that funny.”

“It wasn’t to you, Mr. Mirror,” I said evilly. Nathan banged his head straight down to the table. I heard whispers starting to get louder and looks were given to him as if he were crazy. “You’re going to start calling me that now, right?” he asks.

I pat his back. “It’s okay. Your beloved mirror won’t make fun of you,” I grinned and he just groaned through his arms.

“You still haven’t told me the actual answers,” he points out ten minutes later into class.

“And I never will,” I said simply.

“But if it’s about me, I think I should know,” Nathan says, and I didn’t hear any part of his voice that said that he thought any of this was funny. In fact, when I looked up to him, he was paying attention to the assignment, but his lips were in a frown, and his forest green eyes got a little darker.

I sighed. “It’s more like I can’t tell you,” I whispered.

Nathan turns to me. “Why not?”

“I can’t tell you that either.”

“Well… you have to tell me something,” he whispers as he writes another answer on his worksheet.

“Hey, Nathan,” I called, and he hummed in return. “How’s Mrs. Mirror doing?” And he literally leaned back in his chair and slid down under the table to finish his worksheet. He got quite a few looks…

A/N: And I'm done with this chapter!!! Okay, so... I got this other story.. it's not really a werewolf story.. but maybe you should give it a try? That would be appreciated. (It's called Within My Bedroom Walls) Oh, and the good news! This story has a rank again. Well, it didn't before because I didn't update often.. but I'm getting back to it. SOOO... vote + comment!