My Werewolf Prince

Chapter 3

This is the third chapter, in Grace's P.O.V. Again, thank you to all that read my story and those who commented. In this chapter, Grace and Cameron properly meet for the first time. Tell me what you think! Sorry if you think the space between the paragraphs are too long, I'll try to make it shorter.

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Grace

  

  I timidly took my first step into unfamiliar territory. Oh, how I missed my old classroom! But no, the teacher insisted I move up to another maths class to "apply myself". I was doing fine with the homework, it wasn't to easy for me! But he wouldn't listen.

  So there I was, attending a maths class that was meant for the year above, basically freaking out, when I see somebody that makes my heart drop. Out of all the classes I could've been put in, it had to be Kelsey's?!

  My older sister stood there, chatting with her other cheerleader friends. Apparently, she hadn' t noticed me standing there like an idiot. I tried to squash my inflating balloon of jealousy as I watched her toss her perfectly tidy hair over her shoulder. I failed miserably.

  Suddenly, I felt like a little kid again, standing in the corner as I sulked over how unfair it was. Why wasn't I the perfect daughter, with the perfect life and the perfect looks? Why was Kelsey so popular, that even all the teachers liked her? And the question I wondered the most; why couldn' t I be a werewolf? 

  When I was a child, I had once begged my parents to allow me to attend a pack meeting. I shouldn't have bothered. All the other kids stared and pointed at me, whispering to each other behind my back. And Kelsey was the one that led all the other children to believe a was some kind of freak. That was the night when I realised something; I wasn't part of this hidden society where people turned into wolves, I was a human. A plain, simple, human.

  That was the first and last time I ever went to a pack meeting.

  Afterwards I pretended that our family was a normal one. At home, I talked about school, friends, all the common things you should talk about in a family. I didn' t try to get involved with the pack and never really knew who was a werewolf. By making friends that I knew nothing of before, I wasn' t sure if they knew of werewolves. To be honest, I don't think I wanted to know.

  Finding any empty seat, I sat down, not bothering to look at the people who were around it. I took my time looking through my bag before finally taking out my book on Greek myths. Without success, I tried to concentrate on reading, but all I could think about was my heart thudding against my chest. Oh how I wished Julie was here, or even any friend. 

  A smooth voice broke me out of my misery. "Well well well, fancy see you here. Skipped a year level, did we? Must be especially smart then." I whirled around to see Cameron sitting leisurely on a desk, wearing a smirk that I desperately wanted to wipe off. I scowled when I saw him, my mind whirling with distrust and confusion. 

  Why did he always seem to appear where I was? All throughout the day I had been catching glimpses of him; in the cafeteria, outside the classroom, even lurking near the girls' toilets! It was as if he had been stalking me, appearing literally everywhere. 

  Or maybe you were looking for him. A voice inside my head whispered. I shook my head at that comment fiercely. There was no way I had been thinking about him at all. None whatsoever! He didn't even cross my mind!

  As much as I wanted to deny this fact, it had been true. I couldn't keep my mind from wondering to him. It was as if our last encounter had been imprinted in my brain. And there he was, right in front of me.