The Werecat; The Story of Ronnie

Five

"You beat her up?! What the FUCK were you thinking?! You can't just beat up a girl!" Skylar shouted, eyes wide with shock. He almost dropped his stupid flask when Ronnie told him how he aquired his injuries, and he'd be damned if he didn't wish that he could stick that alcohol up Sky's ass right now.

"It's not like I wanted to, jackass," Ronnie growled in retaliation. "It just sort of... Happened."

" 'Just sort of happened' my ass, Macmillan!" Sky went on. He popped the top off his flask and drank deeply to calm himself, while Ronnie's fists balled up and relaxed at his sides. Lily snatched the flask away before he could get far, though, put the stopper back in and turned to Ronnie.

"You want to impress her," Lily started slowly, "so to do so, you punch her in the face?" She shook her head and sighed. "Ronnie, you'll get nowhere fast if you keep that up."

Ronnie scowled at them both. "So it's cool for her to punch me, but not for me to punch her?" he snapped. "What kind of shit is that?!"

Before either Lily or Skylar could answer, Amelia came skipping up behind them, her thick brown curls bouncing. The only reason Ronnie bothered with her at all was the fact that her curls and her height reminded him of Lulu. Other than that, she had to be the most annoying girl on the planet, and probably the worst at giving head, too. A low, irritated groan left his lips.

"Rooooonie booo!" Amelia sang, stoppingbehind Sky. She slipped around, caught a look of his face, and let out a delicate gasp, a hand flying to her mouth. "Oh, Ronnie!" she exclaimed, and hugged him tight. Sky tried not to laugh, and Ronnie scowled at him in response.

"Amelia, I'm fine-" Ronnie started, but the smaller girl wouldn't hear of it. She kissed him before he could speak any further, then started expressing unnatural concern over his wounds. For God's sake, he was only bruised and scratched, not broken and dying. But Ronnie sat there and endured it all, managing to keep his face from betraying how annoyed he really was.

"Haven't the nurses taken care of you yet? Why aren't you fully healed? These cuts need to be washed and bandaged! They'll get infected!" On and on, Amelia went, from one injury to another. Sky and Lily slowly backed away, and Ronnie's eyes widened at them in protest. Sky smirked, gave him a mocking salute, then turned and strolled away casually with Lily at his side. Lily was waving the flask at him, and he seemed to give a response she didn't like, because they started arguing and bickering in low whispers.

Ronnie, now left to fend for himself, turned to the werewolf girl. "Amelia," he started again, "I'm fine. Really. Now I've got to get to class, before I get into shit."

Amelia pouted and crossed her arms. "That isn't fair!" she whined. "I haven't seen you in days! Haven't you missed me?" Ronnie opened his mouth, then closed it. He had no idea what to say to that, because, truth be told, he didn't. The bell rang, saving him from having to reply, and he fixed his tie.

"Well, time for class," he announced to her. He turned to leave, then turned back and gave her cheek a quick kiss before going off to class. She giggled behind him and he heard her skip of. Good, that should hold her off for a while, he thought. As he walked along to class, people pointed and whispered at him. Not any different from any other day... Except for the fact that they weren't exactly saying the best things. It seemed to him, as he looked at the sea of somewhat familiar faces, that what had happened between him and Lulu got around pretty quickly. Which meant that there was probably some sort of nasty twist to it, knowing this school.

Vermillion stepped in front of him as he reached his classroom door. She put her hands on her hips and glared up at him. Ronnie sighed and tried to step around her, but she moved right in his way again.