The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 13: Meeting Shaina Mendoza

Chapter 13
Meeting Shaina Mendoza

 This time, Dave is the one in charge driving the car. Mom has left the house earlier than we expected. When we got down, there was a note on the table, saying that she had some important errands to run. There was already a breakfast prepared to us; hashbrowns, bacon, and scrambled eggs. Mom did commute and let us drive her car, but since I don't know how to drive - I don't even have any slightest idea about cars, Dave would drive instead.

"What are your plans today?" Dave asks me as he shoves a piece of hashbrown into his mouth, some of it crumbling onto the tablet and I grimace at the sight. Dave, always a messy eater.

I shake my head, then shrug. What are my plans today? Go to school. Have fun. Don't bore myself to death. "Nothing," I say while chewing scrambled eggs. "Unless Troy asks me out on a date today, or to go wherever with him, that'd be my plan. To join him."

"Hmmm," he hums as he grabs as his phone's screen flashes a notification, indicating that someone has texted him. His face lights up like a Christmas tree being lit up for the first time and he quickly grabs his phone as quick as possible then types rapidly on the screen. I arch a brow on him. Must be an important person. He grins on his phone and puts it back on the table. I'm about to ask him who it was but I hold myself from asking. Special someone?

Dave has never had a girlfriend. Or special someone.

At least that's what he told Mom and I.

"Well, we better hurry," he says as he lifts a glass of orange juice into his mouth. I nod at him, agreeing. If we ever get late, we'd, for sure, receive after school detention and we don't want that. What if Troy invites me, or asks me out on a date, and I got an after school detention, what would happen? I can't afford to miss the opportunity to be with him! "We can't be late. Our professors would kill us if we get late to the class. I don't want to have detention! Everything ready? Backpack?" I nod at him and jerk my chin to where my backpack is located. We put our plates in the sink and Dave decides that he'd wash the plates now and tells me to go outside and wait for him. I tell him okay, pick up my backpack and head outside, to the garage where the car is parked. I wait for Dave for 5 minutes and he comes barging into the garage, his backpack slung over his shoulder.

He unlocks the car and I climb in the passenger seat and he runs over the car, to the driver's seat. He opens the garage by pressing a button on the remote and puts the key in the ignition and the car roars to life, making me hold onto my seat. Dave, as much as I hate to admit it - and he has proved it once by bumping me year ago, is a reckless driver. Even though he has been driving for about a year now, I still don't trust his driving school. Even though he took a driving class, I never trust him! Never! Once the garage's door has opened, Dave grasps the clutch and move it forward, his foot pressing on the accelerator and I hold my breath as my brother drives to the school.

The ride makes me want to throw up and my brain replays the memory of him accidentally bumping me while I was on a run. Why do I have to endure this ride? I could have commuted like what Mom did, or I could have walked to the school.

Fortunately, the school comes into view and Dave immediately chooses a parking slot that is near the school entrance. He parks the car and I climb out of the car as quickly as possible and glare at him. He sees my horrified expression and bursts out laughing. I give him the bird and grab my backpack in the car and leave him laughing. Some of the students are looking at him, amused and I leave him alone, walking towards the school's entrance, choosing to ignore my idiot of a brother.

Lessons without Troy is boring as fuck. Trevor, a classmate from AP English, is fooling with other students and making fun of them. He's the typical "dumb jock that is part of the basketball team". A bully. Miss Jewels has just left few minutes ago to go to the principal's office and assigned us to work in pair and read Romeo & Juliet. Oh the typical. Now, I'm stuck with Shaina Mendez, one of the members of the cheering squad. Blonde, blue eyes, short height, big breast and butt, flirty, has a snarky attitude.

Shaina Mendez has tried to flirt with me several times, but I choose to ignore her. As dumb as she is, she never gets the idea of me being not interested on her, or the fact that I'm gay. I get it, most of the people keep telling me I don't look gay at all because of how I dress, how I look and how I act. Manly, according to some, but I'm an open book. I'm surprised that they're not acknowledging the fact that I'm gay and not straight.

She presses her big breast onto me, scooting closer as she reads parts of the line in Romeo & Juliet. Can't she see the frown etched on my face? It's disturbing me. I'm gay and completely not interested on women in general but this girl doesn't acknowledge that fact. Bullshit. I frown as she moves again near me again. Trevor's jokes aren't good. At least he's a good sight to admire, unlike Shaina, one of the filthy students of this school. I try to focus my eyes and attention on Trevor, but Shaina is giving me a hard time doing it. She's an attention-whore, really. Rolling my eyes, I move away from her but that makes her move again. I'm starting to get annoyed. Holding my tongue from bursting out inappropriate words, I just shut my eyes and block all the thoughts, her voice, her breast being pressed onto me, and her dirty skin.

I endure it in an hour, and when the bell rings, I immediately sling my backpack over my shoulder, stand up, and bolt out of the room. I don't care if we're supposed to work together, I just don't care. I don't give a fuck about her. She's disgusting.

When Dave sees me, he immediately waves at me and when he sees my disgusted expression, he arches a brow at me. As soon as he's beside me, Dave slings his arm over my shoulder and move me closer to him.

"What happened?" He asks me in a serious and worried tone, looking at me intently.

"Shaina Mendoza happened," I mutter, rolling my eyes at the fresh memory of her pressing her breast onto me and I shiver.

"Woah, you mean the hottest chicks here in school?" He asks, eyes widening.

Seriously, why do guys prefer girls with big breasts and butts and small brains?

I sigh. "Seriously, Shaina Mendoza? One of the cheerleading team?"

"Yes, yes, brother, Shaina Mendoza. One of the members of cheerleading team." I say in a bored and tired tone, sagging my shoulders. "She kept pressing her breasts on me, which was so disgusting by the way. She couldn't take the fucking hint. Seriously, that girl's brain is so small!"

I earn a chuckle from him. "Calm down, Kieran. Anyways, let's go to our next class! Troy is probably waiting for us."

Nodding at him, we begin to walk to the next class we're in, me trailing behind Dave.

My feet grow cold, or rather my body, when I see that most of the students are staring at me. There's something about their stares on me that I cannot fathom. Suddenly, I feel self-conscious, asking myself if there's a dirt or something on my face. Dave seems to be aware of the situation because he even looks at me and checks if there's on my face. He shakes his head. What?

Shrugging, we see Troy waiting for us in front of the door of 43A classroom and when his eyes land us, a smile creeps up onto his lips.

My mood suddenly lights up and I jog towards his direction and once he's within reach, we both give each other a high-five. We enter the room and wait for our professor to come and start the lecture. Some of the students are still staring at me but I choose to ignore them. If they want to look at my beautiful face, then so look at it. Maybe my face is just too beautiful, that's why they're looking at me. Then I remember Dave's words. We're famous.

Maybe that's just it.