Hot Guy Meets Werewolf Girl
Chapter 1
I was running late on the first day. Great. I took the school's front steps two at a time, swung a left once inside, and sprinted to room C6. The final bell rang as I slowed my breathing and casually opened the door, stepping inside.
"Cutting it close, Mr. Travers" said Mrs. Branford.
"Yeah, um, my alarm decided not to go off this morning." I replied, smirking.
"Just take a seat please" she said in her sing-song, I'm-going-to-be-nice-on-the-first-day voice.
I glanced around the room. Dang, not a single one of my soccer buds. I sighed and chose a desk at the back of the room, ignoring the smiles and fluttering eyes of the girls taking their seats.
At least Allison isn't here, I reminded myself. The absence of my girlfriend was looking to be the silver lining of the so-far unpleasant day. I tossed my backpack onto my desk and rested my head, as Mrs. Branford began her fist day of school speech. "Hello, I am Mrs. Branford. I will be your Homeroom and English teacher for the year. Blah blah." I was beginning to daydream when I heard the click of the door opening and an angelic voice say, "I'm so sorry I'm late. My car wouldn't start and I...um. Well, I promise it won't happen again." I lifted my head to see the girl with the melodic voice. What I saw made my jaw drop an inch.
This girl was gorgeous, and not like the other slutty-looking girls in school. Her outfit was surprisingly plain and un-revealing, making me want to see more. She wore a loose-fitting Harvard sweatshirt and dark-wash jeans that hugged her small frame perfectly. The outfit was topped off with a worn leather Coach backpack and a pair of plaid Converse. Now onto her exquisite physical features; she wore her lengthy chestnut hair in a high shiny ponytail that let the waves flutter to her shoulder-blades. She had vibrant amber eyes framed by long, dark lashes, luscious pink lips, slightly rosy cheeks, and minimal makeup.
Mrs. Branford seemed caught in her spell as well because she simply nodded in response, smiled, and gestured toward an empty desk. This mystery girl smiled, which, well...practically made me faint. Her flawless white teeth made her entire tanned face glow and her eyes crinkled perfectly. She turned to take the desk Mrs. Branford had indicated I realized she would be sitting right beside me. Act cool, I told myself. "Hey, I'm Josh Travers. You new here?" I asked, giving her my most dashing smile.
"Um, Hey,"she said while settling into her chair "Yeah I'm new to the school. I've been homeschooled 'til now." Her intense eyes seemed to bore right through me as she met my gaze. I blinked and replied, "Oh that's cool." Why did I sound like such an idiot? I ruffled my dark hair and glanced away. She smiled and turned her attention to Mrs. Branford, ending our brief conversation. I bit my lower lip and decided to listen in as well, adjusting my ears to the drab teacher.
As we exited the classroom for first period, I accidentally brushed hands with the mystery girl (I forgot to ask what her name was). The simple contact sent an unbelievable sensation through my body. I felt an electric surge flow through me and had to fight the sudden urge to grab and kiss the girl. I froze until the room had cleared, then headed for class extremely confused.
My next few classes were uneventful. Mike and Kevin, my best friends and teammates, were in the classes (thank god) but I hadn't spotted the new girl anywhere. I did ask Kevin about her though.
"So have you seen the new girl yet?" I asked.
"Naw I haven't, but I heard she's like super hot!"
"Any idea what her name is?"
"Hmm. I think Jessica was talking to her in the hall. You should ask her." He suggested.
"Yeah ok. Do you think-" I was interrupted by the teacher and decided to keep my mouth shut for the rest of class, Mr. Richter could be quite the detention-holic.
