White Alpha |h.s|

6. Legend

Harry 




I was a little nervous, I have to admit. Not for Noelle, but for her dad, or whatever. Bill, I mean. I hope he doesn't recognize me, because I'm dead shit. Noelle was a special girl, and don't get all sappy on me, I don't mean it that way. I mean that even before she got the bite, I could tell she was hiding a wild side. She might not have known who I was, but I knew who she was. She intrigued me. I had two classes with her, Choir and English. I would always pay close attention when she was presenting for English, because she had this sarcastic humor. No one in that class seemed smart enough to get it, but I did. She was smarter than everyone in that room, besides me, and she knew it. It was funny. Even the teacher didn't get it. But he's a dumbass anyway.

I would tend to watch her while she wrote, she seemed so focus. Her brow would be furrowed, and she would continuously bite at her lip, making it swell. She would push her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and I could tell she hated wearing them. She only wore them to read and write, I've gathered. In English, I would always see her doodling in her notebook, rather than writing down actual notes. I suppose she's one of those girls who you can tell her once and she'll remember till she dies. Honestly, I haven't came across one yet. Until I sort of met her. She didn't draw normal things like hearts and swirls. She drew this weird symbols. I'd never seen them before, but they were pretty cool. She liked to draw one, in . Though it is four different symbols, I suppose they were all part of something bigger. Because she always drew them in the same order, in the same way.

I really felt bad for her. For losing her mom like that. When I found out her mom could still be alive, part of me wanted to tell her but she would have thought I was fucking insane, and Derek would have kicked my ass. Speaking of Derek, I hope now that he has Noelle, he'll stop being a hard ass. I don't blame him, but I was tired of getting my ass kicked. He's a really good guy, though. I trust him more than anyone, and I know I can count on him to save my life, if I ever need it. But I doubt it. I'm pretty good at kicking ass myself.

Another thing about Noelle is, that she can sing. And it really pissed me off when Mr. Adams put her in Honor Choir instead of Concert Choir. I don't know what his fucking problem is, because I've never heard anyone with a voice like hers. She can hit all the notes the girls in Concert Choir can't dream of hitting, and actually sounded good. She would be great to lead in a competition, we might actually come in first instead of second. We've came in first once, and that was when we had our old teacher, Mrs. Tabolt. She was a great lady, and knew what she was doing. This guy? Is as intelligent as a fucking rock. The rock that Patrick fucking Star lives under. Mr. Adams wanted me to come after school for a talk one day, and she was in the auditorium, singing her heart out. She was all by herself, just doing her thing. It was beautiful.

Honestly, Noelle was the reason I broke up with Scarlette. She pissed me off, how she always bullied the poor girl. And all that girl ever did was mind her own business. Scarlette wouldn't admit it to save her life, but I think she was jealous of Noelle. Noelle had a lot more money than Scarlette's family did. Noelle had long hair, that was real, and never dyed. Noelle, also, had straight A's. Scarlette cut her hair in this bob a while back, and then it's taken her forever to grow it to her shoulders. And now she uses extensions. I don't how we lasted so long. And I don't even know what she was doing with a guy like me anyway. I didn't play sports, I get in trouble with cops, I've been arrested four times, spent a week in juvy, I make fun of guys a cheerleader should be into. Like a football player? I mean, come on. Well, I think I remember her telling me she had a thing for 'bad boys,' but I've got news for her, I'm not a bad boy, I'm just an asshole who happens to have anger issues because I'm a werewolf.

Oh, but I'd never tell her that.

This Friday went like normal. I watched as Noelle doodled, and I got her to give me her number before I went home. Mom knows about Derek, and the whole wolf thing. I thought'd it best to tell her, so she's prepared, and just so she knows what's out there. At five, I stopped playing video games to get a shower. Afterwards, I threw on my old black jeans, and my burgundy button up. I didn't feel like wearing a jacket, so I threw on a red thicker plaid shirt. I left them unbuttoned so you could see my chest, and chains. I sprayed on some cologne, my new stuff. I hadn't opened it yet, and I decided what the heck. After sliding on my worn brown boots, and black belt, I fixed my hair quickly after it was dry. I checked the time and saw it was 5:30. That should be enough time to get there ten minutes early, if I speed. I've gotta sweet talk her dad, so might as well.