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Chapter 2

A/N: Hi guys!! Are you doing okay?......Good!:D So, the characters Matt and Raven are actually based off of me and my best friend. Although he isn’t a werewolf, he still has the same personality as the character in this story..odd eating habits and all. And I DID live in Alaska! And I did have to leave my family behind..including my snow dogs. Sad yes, but I needed to move on. Well, enjoy chapter 2! And please leave any type of feedback!! I still need ideas for this story here. Alright, I’m done ranting. LET THE READING BEGIN.

Chapter 2

Oh Matt. You know I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and I will forgive you for doing anything stupid. Whether it’s not cleaning up after yourself, coming home late, or even bringing home another dead bird.

But..

What I CAN’T forgive you for doing is going 70 on a 55mph road, slamming head-on into an innocent animal, and carelessly wipe the blood off your car with newspaper.

Fucking. Newspaper.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit..”Matt mumbles under his breath while trying, but failing to wipe the blood off of his car.

“I swear Raven, I didn’t see it. I-It jumped in front of the fucking car!”

“Shut the hell up Matt.” I croak. I’m knelt down beside the beautifully dead creature, stroking its soft grey fur. “Just..just be quiet.”

I hear him sigh, then the sound of soggy, used paper being rung out on the concrete fills my ears. Are you kidding me? He better be lucky that no one uses this back road, or else this scene would’ve looked crazy.

“We have to bury him.” I say numbly.

“We don’t have time for this Raven! We are already running late to school. We can’t drop everything and go throw this thing into some dit-..” He stops his ranting.

I wipe my nose with my hoodie. “What Matt? What the hell is it now?” I’m so angry..so very angry. Just imagining this being one of MY dogs would’ve killed me, would’ve brought me over the edge, would’ve made me choke out my only friend..

I look up to see Matt standing with this scared, yet blank expression on his face. His fists are clenching and unclenching, and his eyes were looking through the dense forest that surrounds us. He sniffs the air, then after some time, he comes over to me.

“Hey!” I yell as he practically shoves me aside from the wolf.

He takes one of its large paws and looks it all over. After some time, his breath hitches. He then stops his ministrations, stands up, and hauls me to my feet. He grabs one of my cold hands and starts dragging me to the car.

“We need to leave.” He says, his tone dead and an octave lower then what it usually is.

“Matt! If you don’t let go of me right now, I swear I will break your fucking neck!” I screech. He let’s go after shoving me in the passenger seat and clipping on my seatbelt. “I could’ve done that..” I mumble with my arms folded.

He ignores me by shutting the door. He then runs over to the other side of the car and after getting in, he stuffs the key into the ignition and speeds away, creating skid marks.

“Slow the fuck down! This is exactly how we got into this situation in the first pla-!”

“RAVEN! QUIT IT PLEASE!!” Surprised by his outburst, I cower far back into my seat. Matt is very scary when he’s angry..

I look at him out of the corner of my eye. He is clutching the steering wheel tightly, making knuckles turn white. He also keeps looking out the side view mirrors, as if anticipating something like another impact. I sigh. Maybe what happened back there scared him as much as it scared me...poor thing.

We still could’ve buried it.

Matter of fact, it still is gunna get its proper burial place; by me.

I’ll just sneak out sometime tonight, and go to where that poor creature is lying. The crash site isn’t far from the apartments at all, maybe 15 minutes on foot. I’ll take my motorcycle...

A wide grin plasters itself on my face.

“What are you smiling about?” Matt asks. Oh, guess he’s done being a prissy little prick.

“Nothing.” I say monotonously. Nothing at all.

“Welcome to the finest physics school of Moscow.” A middle aged man says sternly in Russian. He is about 6’3, and is pretty well built. He has stern brown eyes, and his face is set in an angry scowl. He is wearing framed glasses, and he has a pretty well-kept grey beard.

“Just call me Mr. Bartoszewicz. Or Mr. Bart, for our English students over there.” A few students giggle at the nickname.

Mr. Bart saunters over to us. “Raven, Matt, your uh…translator will be in very shortly.” He says in very poor English.

Pft, I don’t need a translator. I know some Russian...

“Spasibo.” Me and Matt say in unison. I glare at him. I forgot he knows some too…

Mr. Bart, although quite surprised, acknowledges us, then makes his way back to the board.

“This is your math class for those of you who don’t already know. Now, before we start, I am obligated to go over some campus rules..”

Ugh...I’m already bored out of my mind! I slump back in my chair, trying to even out the drawstrings of my hoodie.

“No smoking on campus, no PDA, no alcohol in classrooms, no-..”

Mr. Bart is interrupted by the slam of his classroom door.

“So sorry I’m late. Traffic was crazy as usual.” A young man says in Russian.

Oh my…

My mouth is probably hanging open right now from his presence. I straighten up in my seat.

This rather...dashing person is wearing a black and purple plaid shirt that hugs is slender but firm frame. He is wearing a pair of black, skin tight jeans accompanied by worn out black Doc Martins, and a silver cross necklace is adorned around his neck. What really stands out though, is his pure snow white hair, and his beautiful dark blue eyes. He is absolutely stunning.

Who is he?

Mr. Bart sighs, then walks over to introduce this guy to us.

“Raven, Matt. This is your translator, Alexander. He 21 years old and is our youngest graduate. He has exceeded at the top of all his classes, and right now is gaining some community hours for his new job as an Instrument Scientist in Environments & Engineering Diffraction. I know that you will learn plenty from him. Now please; have a seat Alexander, and no more distractions unless it’s the uh..English.”

Alexander gives an apologetic smile to the teacher, grabs a nearby chair, and scooches it so that he is about a foot away from me and Matt.

“Hello guys.” He whispers, holding out his hand to give us a handshake.

“You must be Matthew.” Alexander says as he shakes Matts hand with a smile.

“It’s Matt.” He says as he limply gives into the handshake. “And this is Raven. Don’t touch her.”

“Matt!” I whisper, slightly embarrassed.

“Heh, that’s quite alright, very sorry Matt. And you, Raven. What a lovely name.” I nervously give him my hand to shake, but he takes it and gives it a tender kiss. I can already feel Matt's death glare.

“O-oh why thank you Alexander.” I say quietly, already feeling my whole body heat up.

I will never wash this hand again..

“Please, call me Alex.”

”Okay...Alex.” We exchange smiles.

“Alright alright, enough with the chit chat. Let’s actually start class.” Matt whispers angrily.

“Right. So very sorry.” Alex says. He clears his throat, and starts translating the teacher.

All the while never breaking eye contact with me.

Oh yes…this will be a fun school year.