Not Yet

Chapter 1

I have been reading a lot of werewolf mated type stories lately and I started to pick the things I like best from the ones I have read and wanted to kind of mash them all together with my own spin on it. Hopefully no one finds annoying things in mine but I know everyone's reading and writing style is different. I also like to leave characters appearances, like the main character at least, a little ambiguous, I feel like it makes it easier to put yourself in their shoes if there is no set description. Well here we go:

I walked into English talking to Steph as we always did when I felt the change in the room. It felt like everything had stilled, like the world paused for a second and no one noticed but me. I looked at Steph, who had not paused and was in fact still talking to me. I saw her ponytail swaying back and fourth as she animatedly told me her story about what happened in gym class. My palms became instantly sweaty and I felt like I might shift at any moment. Steph finally realizing something was wrong stopped talking and grabbed both my arms looking me in the eyes. "Cass, you alright?" her words finally breaking through to me.

"Yea, I don't know what just happened" I said trying to get my bearings on myself. My skin was on fire and my heart was racing like I was at a full sprint.

"Well you didn't really eat at lunch, you should probably grab something from the vending machine between classes" she nodded as she spoke.

"Ah hem" came a deep voice from the front of the room snapping both our heads forward. When my eyes met the voice I knew that it wasn't lack of food that made me suddenly weak, it was this... boy or man? I'm not sure what he is. I think the realization hit him when his eyes finally found mine in the classroom. I saw his jaw clench and his eyes glaze over black as night. I have no idea what I looked like all I know is I felt as if I could melt the Arctic Ice Caps with my skin and as if every hair on my body was buzzing with electricity. A girl in the front of the room, a human girl, raised her hand and asked this man where our teacher, Mrs. Jenson was.

"She has decided to retire early, her husband has become ill" he responded finally looking away from me. Was this all in my head? I looked over at Steph who was facing forward paying attention and then I looked over at Branden who turned his head to look at me and smiled. Ok maybe I am imagining this, but I think I just found my mate and no one else has noticed. "I am Mr. Freeman, I am the new English teacher for the remainder of the year" he said letting his eyes scan the room, "If you will please take out your books and pick up reading where you left off. Your book reports are still due by the end of the week as Mrs. Jenson intended them to be" I waited for his eyes to meet mine again hoping for a reaction, but they never did, maybe I had imagined it. The class grumbled with his instruction but I was relieved, I had already finished my book days ago seeing as I loved reading. This gave me time to finish the report and try and figure out if Mr. Freeman is my mate or not.

The human girl in the front raised her hand again and asked if he would help her with her outline, I wanted to rip her throat out. What the hell, that is not like me at all. I am not a human hater as some werewolves are, but why do I suddenly hate this girl. The room started chatter lightly between the students and Steph and Brendan began moving their desks in with mine. We all chose the same book so we could work as a team to find the hidden meaning teachers swear authors leave in books for us to find. Having already read this book more than once I was leading the group, but it did make it easier having two different perspectives on the book to ensure we would get A's. Mr. Jenson made his way through the class making sure everyone was moving along on time he was about two groups away from mine. Brendan leaned over touching my arm, "Hey Cass, are you still going to write about the predestination theme in the book?"

"I was thinking about it, but I am wondering if it is to easy that maybe I should pick something harder like the concept of God itself" I replied looking down at the book. Truth is 'The Mysterious Stranger" by Mark Twain is my favorite book of all time, even though it is more of a short story. I have read it tons of times and take something different from it each time. "I don't know how this new teacher thinks and I would hate to get off on the wrong foot by writing an Anti-God essay" I sighed.