The Werecat; The Story of Ronnie

Four

Three days had passed, and Ronnie neither talked to Skylar nor Lulu. Three days of plowing through classes, homework, and his latest sex toy; a werewolf named Amelia. All throughout those three days, he plotted and planned the best way to approach Lulu. Of course, he still couldn't figure out why he wanted her so badly. All he knew was that there wasn't a girl in this world he'd ever seen quite as beautiful as her. Never met a girl quite as smart or stubborn, either. And that turned him on even more.

At the end of the fourth day, he decided to skip calling Amelia. He just wasn't in the mood this time around. He pulled on his trench coat and headed out of his dorm, then out of the boys' wing. His watch told him it was nine, and that meant he had an hour before lights out. Making his way quietly through the halls, he headed down the stairs and towards the back of the school, and the courtyard outside.

The courtyard was the pride and joy of the headmistress herself. In the centre was a large pond, with lilypads holding water lilies, a small family of swans, and cattails here and there. The water was clear enough to see the bottom, where some of the mermaids made a fort deep, deep below. The pond itself is deeper than it should have been, disproportional to its size, and had small caves set in the sandy walls, all the way down. Surrounding the courtyard, tall brick walls were built in place, bound by spells that kept students from leaving and intruders from entering. Along the walls, various plants were planted, sorted by the colours of the rainbow and from tallest planted closest to the wall, leading out to the smallest planted more towards the pond. A large oak, a good twenty to thirty feet tall, grew at one side of the pond, near the far wall. Up in the higher branches of the tree were various nests made by the harpies, who liked napping up there in the mid day sun.

The oak tree was where Ronnie liked to be best, just to relax and forget about everything. It was the sort of solitude that being with a woman just couldn't do for him, much as he liked doing them all. And it was in the shade that he seeked, crossing the grasses and around the pond to the giant oak. As he got closer, he noticed that there was already a shadowy figure underneath the tree. He frowned, but continued closer still, with the intent on suggesting a whole other world for this person to go to... Then stopped.

Sitting underneath the tree in the shade, with her arms wrapped around her knees, was Lulu. Her chin was resting on top of her knees and she was staring at her reflection in the water. Ronnie almost turned around and went back, until a thought struck him. He smiled. Now's my chance, he thought, and made his way over to her. She looked up as he got closer, and he seen a slight frown cross over her features.

"Go away," Lulu snapped quietly, turning her face away from him, her curls falling gracefully over her cheeks. Instead of turning away, he sat down next to her and tucked a curl behind her ear. Lulu cringed away from his touch, as if he was diseased, and wiggled away from him a couple of inches.

"Look," Ronnie started, "we kinda got off on the wrong foot. Here, let me try again! I'm-"

"I know who you are," Lulu interrupted. Her curls fell back into her face and she was staring at the water. "Ronnie Macmillan, the school stud. Everyone gets a ride on you. Not me, though. You're a pig."

Ronnie blinked in surprise. Rejection wasn't something he was used to, and he didn't know exactly how to take it. It took him a minute to gather his thoughts, then another to piece them all together. A frown slowly appeared on his face.

"I'm not THAT bad," he said defensively, crossing his arms.

"Yes. Yes you are," Lulu replied hotly, turning her face to glare at him. Anger flashed through Ronnie and he let out a low growl. Lulu flinched, almost unnoticeably. That made him feel better.

"You know," he started, dropping his voice, "you'd feel a lot better if we made out. Just come and curl up on my lap, and we can-"

Her hand flashed out faster than he could react, and left his face stinging. His hand went up to his cheek and a grimace of pain twisted his handsome features. Lulu's eyes were bright with fury, her other hand balled in a fist. If looks could kill, Ronnie was sure he'd have died slowly and painfully just then. He growled at her just then, narrowing his eyes. Her eyes narrowed right back.

"Fine," he said eventually, standing up. "You know, you're not all that hot anyways. Probably just a skank who thinks she's too good for anyone."

Suddenly Lulu was up on her feet and swinging her fist at his face. He moved at the last second, but her blow managed to connect with his nose, and he felt it snap. Warm blood flowed down his face and into his mouth, and his hands went up to hold his nose, tearing up with the sudden pain.

"I'M the skank?!" she shrieked furiously. "YOU'RE the one who switches play toys every. Fucking. WEEK!" She tried landing another blow, but Ronnie saw it coming this time, he grabbed her fist in one blood-covered hand and squeezed enough to make her gasp with pain. His other hand flew up to her throat, and he pinned her to the tree. A snarl escaped his lips, and his eyes narrowed viciously.

"You. Broke. My. Fucking. Nose," he said slowly, emphasizing every word. "You. Little. Slut!" He let go of her hand to hold his nose, but tightened his grip on her throat. She made a choking sound, gasping for air, and clawed at his hand. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and, just when he thought he'd won, her knee came up to connect with the soft flesh between his legs. He howled with pain, both hands going to cup his crotch, and Lulu staggered away, coughing and breathing deeply.

"You deserved it," she coughed, rubbing her throat. Ronnie rubbed his crotch with the palm of his head, trying to ease the pain, and stood up slowly. He spat on the ground and growled at her, then advanced.

The rest was mostly a blur. He was throwing fists and dodging Lulu's retaliation, and at one point they were wrestling on the ground, trying to land punches and kicks on each other. By the end, Ronnie not only had a broken nose, but deep scratch marks on his neck and arms from Lulu's nails. He was sitting in the grass, panting and trying to clean his wounds with his shirt. When he looked over at Lulu, leaning against the tree, she was holding her arm, and had the beginnings of a black eye.

"I hate you," she whispered, her voice laced with pain and tears, and limped off inside the school. Ronnie watched her go, then flopped back in the grass, too exhausted to move.Everything hurt, but he'd gladly take it and more, if he didn't have to see Lulu hurt like that again. What had he done?