Formerly Yours

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

After the bell rang, releasing me from English class, I made my way to my 4th period class: lunch. I smiled to myself as I entered the aging cafeteria. Lunchtime in Mayville High School is never boring. On second thought, I take that back, lunch at Mayville High School has the potential of becoming boring with the toxic food items and peeling paint surrounding you, unless you sit at a table like mine. A table inhabited by the most awesome people in the entire school: my friends.

I quickly made my way through the maze of wobbly circular tables and earwax colored chairs that had purchased by the school board back in the 70’s and now littered the linoleum floors of the overcrowded cafeteria. I avoided eye contact with the vast majority of the student population until I reached my destination, the lunch table that my friends and I had inhabited for the past 3.5 years.

“Hey guys!” I greeted, speaking for the fist time since first period as I set down my bag. Mark nodded at my in welcome and Scott and Mariah chorused with a “hey” as Kelsey, my best friend, tackled me in a hug.

“You took FOREVER to get here! You nearly missed my rant on calculus!” Kelsey exclaimed, before diving into her reasoning of why she will never ever in ten thousand billion years have to find the derivative of anything for any purpose whatsoever as the rest of us began to eat our packed lunches.

At Mayville, you don’t digest the cafeteria food unless you have a death wish—it’s suicide in the form of mystery meat and food poisoning. Trust me when I say we all discovered this on the first day of freshman year, and we all agreed that it was an experience not worth repeating.

Today was a Friday so naturally Kelsey and I had to sing a song about Friday during lunch, and, since no one likes Rebecca Black, we decided to blare Katy Perry on Kelsey’s iPhone for our own mini concert during lunch. Kelsey and I were, of course, the lead vocalists.

 “Yeah we danced on table tops and we took to many sho-“

“SHUT UPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!”  Scott bellowed from his seat next to Kelsey at our circular cafeteria table, rudely interrupting the rendition of “Last Friday Night” that Kelsey and I had been singing. He got a couple of looks from neighboring tables for that one.

“Hey now, hey now. That was uncalled for.” Kelsey made a face at Scott before tossing her red hair over her shoulder and swiveling on her squeaky cafeteria chair to face me once again. “You know what? That’s it! I say we vote him off of the lunch table island.” She exclaimed, her green eyes flashing, clearly appalled that someone would have the gall to protest our singing.

“Kelsey, be quiet.” Mark rolled his eyes from across the table. “He needs to stay on the ‘island’ so that I don’t pull my hair out.”

“But then you wouldn’t have your smexy hair anymore, Mark!” I exclaimed.

“And then you will no longer hold the title of Long Haired Mark.” Mark did, in fact, have long hair for a guy- it was brown and wavy and nearly reached his shoulders.

“I’m pretty sure that is the lamest nickname you guys have ever created.” Anna declared as she kissed Mark hello and slid into the seat next to him before they began their own hushed conversation.

“Oy vey, the lovebirds are at it again. One day, we shall get revenge on them for ignoring us. Revenge, I tell you! Anna and Mark will be stuck in a ditch and we will be too busy talking to our mates about clouds, puppies, and happy things to give a shit.” Kelsey smacked her hand on the table as she ranted, causing it to shake and her open water bottle to tip over from the movement, drenching her nachos in the process.

“Fail.” Scott muttered, as we laughed.

“Oh, shut up.” Kelsey grouched before she rushed off to gather napkins for damage control. I frowned to myself. And we will be too busy talking to our mates, yeah right. Kelsey doesn’t know that Braiden and I are mates. In fact, no one knows Braiden and I are mates. We’ve done a pretty damn good job keeping it hidden the past 13 months, and as far as I know it’s going to stay that way. Not that it’s been hard to avoid the person I’ve made a point of avoiding for the past 15 years (or 5/6) of my 18 years of life. As far as the pack is concerned, I’ll just become the old cat lady who never found her mate, and Braiden will be the Alpha who doesn’t need a mate and prefers to fuck sluts.  

I would say that I would go find some human guy; a genuine, nice, human guy to fall in love with like a normal person, but that wouldn’t go well. First, there would be the whole explaining my furry abilities, and then there would be the whole issue of that not being “legal” in our pack. There would be way too much drama involved. Plus, Braiden has made it a point to make sure to make any guy (other than Scott and Mark) stays away from me—not that there are many guys that have ever been interested in me, but I think he’s become so accustomed to chasing potential friends off that it’s become one of his hobbies.

Not that it particularly matters; I wouldn’t trade my friends for anything in the world. I just sometimes wish that I had some change to look forward to in life, some spontaneity or adventure that would come with new friendships and getting out of this god-forsaken place, but that’s clearly just not going to happen.

 

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Sorry it's kinda short, but I haven't had much time.

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"Unless it's mad, passionate, extraordinary love, It's a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life Love shouldn't be one of them."  -Dream for an Insomniac

Has anyone seen that movie? I haven't, but I like that quote. 

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