Super Wolf

Chapter 8

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I snickered to myself as I snapped the last picture. This was exactly why I loved me. I was too funny for my own good. 

Have I mentioned I loved drawing male genitalia on the unconcious? 

Clay, much to my glee, didn't keep a lock on his phone. So when I had knocked him out, I had to take advantage of it. There wasn't an inch of his face not covered in sharpie marker, and I had pictures to prove it. I sent out his new look to every person on his contact list, with the caption 'Check out my new tattoo.' A few people instantly responded with humorous remarks, but I almost felt bad when I realized his mother had recieved the picture. 

"Clayton Hubert Richardson! You know better than to sext, its illegal!" she chastised. I had to bite my lip from laughing when I realized she classified this as 'sexting'. But I felt slightly guilty; Let's face it; the poor guy's middle name was Hubert. 

After locking him in his car and throwing the keys in a nearby bush, I proceeded to school on my motorcycle. It felt odd leaving him at my house, with no real damage inflicted on him, but when I noticed I had already missed first period, I knew he wasn't worth it. An eery feeling told me that eventually I'd be having another confrontation with Mr. Mate. And I had a hunch that encounter wasn't too far away. 

I ran into the school during passing period. I didn't even bother asking the annoying couple to take a hike today; I just pushed inbetween them, earning two annoyed sighs. 

Just as I was throwing the hoodie over my head, grateful to have the embarassing message off display, I smelt a dreaded scent. 

I thought I might have been able to get through the day without too many annoyances; when I was irritated to begin with people tended to easily pick up on it and leave me alone. 

Not Casey French. 

A nasally voice infiltrated my delicate ears, causing me to nearly cringe. "Casey, what are you-" 

"Not now," he hushed her, as he appeared beside me like an apparition. I sighed. 

"You better not be-" she began to berate him. 

"Sure, I'll text you later," he said dismissivley, obviously not even listening to what she was saying. He was glaring at me with depression evident in his eyes, making me slightly uncomfortable. 

"Casey, I'll break up with you!" He didn't even answer her. 

"Can I help you?" I asked sarcastically. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to preserve the parts of my body I especially didn't want his eyes wondering over. 

 "There's some guy looking for you," Casey said, his eyes trickling down my whole body. I was ready to let out a gruff sigh, when his words caught up with me. 

 "Someone is looking for me?" I asked, stunned. There were numerous possibilities, and none of them were particularly desirable. If any vengeful gangsters had discovered my identity, I was royally screwed. 

"Says he is your boyfriend," Casey said sourly, and his tone didn't pass me. I almost wanted to roll my eyes at his immature jealousness, but I was a tad preoccupied with making sure there wouldn't be a shootout at school or something. Duty calls, afterall. 

"Where?" I asked, shifting my eyes past Casey to examine the crowded hallway, looking for anyone that looked dangerous. 

"In the commons," Casey said. I went to push past him and find Mr. Pretend-Boyfriend, when a firm hand grabbed my upper arm, jerking me back against the lockers. And if you haven't quite inferred this, I will tell you directly: No one manhandles Brinley Easton.