I smiled as I reached the guy’s tables. The entrance had had the desired effect on everybody especially the lust stares from the boys and death glares from the girls. I turned seeing two guys staring at me with intensity. Wow they both looked like fucking gods! One of them had sand brown shaggy hair and deep dark blue eyes. He was tall and well built, around 6,3.
“Hey! I’m Tiffany, Head cheerleader.” A curvy fake blond came up to me wearing some mini skirts and a very low top. I guess she was trying too hard. I looked up to her face, correction: She’s definitely is trying too hard.
I faked a smile, “Hi. I’m Kristina.”
“Ok. Can I talk to you for just a moment?”
“Uh, ok.” I followed behind as we entered the hall.
She immediately dropped the smile and looked at me, “Look I saw James looking at you, he. Is. Mine. Do you understand?”
I looked at her startled. What the hell? She is threatening me because of some fucking player? “Look I don’t want anything to do with your pretty man whore, so if this is the reason you called me here then go back to playing Barbies alright?” I shook my head and headed back to the café when I felt an arm grab me stopping me in my tracks.
“Stay away, this is my school. You are just a dolly.” She smirked and attempted to walk past me.
“Look Barbie you want war, I give you war but lets make something clear.” I took a step forward, “This kitty has some sharp claws and you don’t want to get hurt.” I smiled and flipped my hair.
“Wait do I know you?” Tiffanys face suddenly changed into confusion.
I laughed, she doesn’t know me after 11 fucking years of being teased and bullied by them?
“We are closer than you think.”
“What was that about Kitty cat?” Tom looked up concerned. He was a great friend, honest, loyal and everything.
“Nothing, just wanted to know if I wanted to join the cheerleading team.” I snorted.
The rest of the day passed quickly until my last period: Math.
I reached down the hallway entering the classroom.
“Ms. Daniels you are 10 minutes late.” I looked up at the male teacher.
“Fashionably late sir.” I smiled the best smiled I could and walked over to the last seat.
The man looked at me then shrugged and went back to his lecture on flatworms or something.
“Hey beautiful. Mind me I’m James.” I turned my head to freeze at the sight of the guy from the cafeteria. No way Kris there is no way you are going to let him make a little girl out of you!
“Hello James, I’m Kristina.” I flashed a smile and went back to the lecture.
Shifters and humans were banned from mating. It is said that the imprinting or well ‘soulmate’ didn’t happen between the races. Any mating, or love that did happen would mean complete death wish for both people. But some flirting wouldn’t do anything would it?
“So you are new at this school?” He looked at me and I smiled, if I still had the big glasses and short braided hair he wouldn’t say that.
“Actually people used to know me as Nina.” That name was my ‘nerd’ name in this school.
“Nina? As in pig faced Nina?” His eyes bulged out in surprise.
“Yep, also dumpster Nina too.” I smiled looking at him.
“ I’m sorry but I didn’t recognize you!” I laughed at that , “I’m surprised the IT boy actually knew I existed!.”
After the class I headed towards the exit while people whispered and boys hit on me. Players…
“Hey nerdy Nina!” I heard the shrill voice coming from one person I didn’t want to hear.
“Hello Tiffany.”
“Ooooh so it is you!” Her possy followed her lead as she flipped her hair ready to bully me. But there was no way in hell that I’m going to do that.
“No Tiffany, it was me. Now I’m Kris. And Kris doesn’t get bullied, she bullies.” I smiled and walked three steps before everything brightened in my day.
“Hey Kitty cat!” I turned seeing people watching but who fucking cares?
“Hello Matt.” I purred.
Each laughed and headed towards our bikes and to Training. My favorite part of the day.
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This kitty has claws
Teen FictionKristina Daniels is not an ordinary girl. She's a shape shifter. Even though things seem to go pretty normally now that Tom, Brad, Liam and Matt have entered the scene, she is about to hear a knock on her door.... guess who it is? Death. Experience...