Claimed By Wolves (BL)

Ten: Some manly attention.

I hopped on the bicycle after eating breakfast with Amelia. She told me to just follow a path in the woods – the only dirt path I'll see – and I'll arrive at the North building and from there, I'll ride towards the fountain then to the Eastern buildings.

As I paddled my way through these forest-y paths, I barely heard a loud bell ringing that probably means school's starting.

Oh gosh. Don't tell me I'm late?

I paddled harder and finally reached the fountain then took a swift turn to the Eastern path and finally had a view of the school. An old medieval building with navy blue roofs and walls made of stone. The whole thing was like three attached buildings but the middle one being pushed further back and a cemented pathway lead to its huge doors from the wide parking lot. By the rows of the wide pane windows, the center building is made up of four floors and the other two, three.

There were barely any people when I arrived. So I was late. I chained my bike on the horizontal pole in front of a few cars and finally ran towards the entrance. I almost tripped by the stairs when a stick hits my chest, stopping me from getting through the doors. My eyes traced the stick to its owner and saw a girl, with cat-eyed glasses and a high tight ponytail, as tall as me.

"You're late mister..." She glanced on my left chest where my name patch was attached below the school seal. "...Cahill. And you're also a junior. A transferee?"

I forced a smile then nodded. This is awkward and at the same time nerve racking. She's probably part of the student council.

"Hi, I'm Ekaterina, a senior and the part of the student body disciplinary committee." She smiled. "I'll guide you to the principal's office." She continued as she opened the door wide for me. I swore I thought it was for me until she entered right then. That was kind of embarrassing.

I got in behind her leaving half of the door open since she told me too. By the time I turned the whole medieval theme of the school suddenly warped through time to the modern era when I saw the inside.

The sand colored floor glistened like marble and with every step, the sound of our shoes tapping the floor echoed through the empty halls. It looked like a normal school inside with the lockers and all if it weren't only for its intricate style.

Ahead of us was a staircase that separated to both sides at the middle leading to the second floor. And that's where we headed.

"This is building A." Ekaterina started which startled me. "The first floor are where the freshmen classrooms are located, the second floor for the sophomores, third for juniors and, fourth for seniors. The principal's office is located at the left wing, top floor. So we'll be stopping at the third floor then turning to his office." She continued as we turned to another staircase after reaching the second floor.

We continued to walk and then finally took a left turn. There was one lone door at the end of the hallway. Ekaterina opened the door and lead me inside. This time the floor was carpeted a dark red. She closed the door behind us then turned to the woman behind the desk on our right.

"Good morning, Mrs. Renalli. The principal told me to bring the transferee student to him if ever we met." She told the woman with dark straight hair whose bangs cut straight above her eyes. Her red lips quirked into a smile.

"He's in his office doing nothing right now. Go ahead and give him a job." She continued to smile at Ekaterina but the poison in her words was still obvious which I assume could be directed towards the principal.

"Thank you, Mrs. Renalli." Ekaterina chirped as she turned and walked towards the principal's office. She knocked a few times then finally opened the door. A swivel chair had its back on us as its turns side to side. We continued to walk forward and stopped a few feet away from the varnished wooden desk. A loud laugh erupted from the chair as it shook back and forth.

"Yes, Lisa. I won't miss the party." The man behind the chair said his Transylvanian accent thick in his every word.

Ekaterina and I continued to stand there as we waited for the principal to finish his call. With a beep, we knew he was done. His chair swirled and stopped in front of us. His smile grew wide with his eyes when he laid them on me.

"Ah... You must be Heath Cahill?" He said as he leans his elbows on his desk. "Thank you, Ekaterina. You may leave now." He said as he looked at Ekaterina, who just smiled then left. I looked back at the principal. "Sit down, Mr. Cahill." He gestures on the seat in front of him and I sat there awkwardly. I forced a smile at him as he stares at me with a huge grin. I'm starting to get fed up by this staring contest.

"Um, Mr – "

"The resemblance is remarkable." He said in an awed voice, his smile never fading.

"Excuse me, sir?" I asked as my brows furrowed in curiosity.

"You look exactly like your grandfather." He smiled and looked distant as if reminiscing the grandfather I never even met.

"You knew my grandfather?" I asked. I barely knew him since I never really got the chance to ask my parents about him. I heard some stories but it wasn't enough.

"We were friends." He said proudly.

"But you don't look that old." I said in an unbelieving tone as I shifted on my seat. His eyes seemed to glow in amusement after hearing what I said. But he really looked young. My grandfather must be in his late 90's if he were still alive. The principal barely looked forty.

"I'm actually older than my appearance." He said as he continued to speak with his proud tone. "Benjamin Cathail."

"I'm sorry, sir. But I think you've mistaken. My grandfather's name was Frederick Cahill. And I've actually never met him." His eyes widened with surprise but he kept his amused smile.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I must've mistaken your looks. But you look exactly like him, you know? Benjamin." He said as he took his elbows and leaned back to his swivel chair.

"How old are you anyway, Mr. principal?" I asked out of curiosity.

"I'd rather not say." He winked as he took a piece of paper from his right side and handed it to me. It was my schedule.

"This is your schedule for the rest of the school year." He stands up. "Now follow me, I'll lead you to your homeroom class." I followed right behind him as we went out his office. He greeted Mrs. Renalli before leaving.

Once in the halls, we continued to walk to the other side and stopped in front of the first room beside the stairwell. We walked right in when the male teacher noticed us. We stopped in front of the class.

"Good morning, this is Heathcliff Cahill, your new classmate." I forced a smile, ignoring my full name, as the principal introduced me. "He's a transferee so please take care of him." He smiled then turned to the teacher. "I'll leave him to you, Mr. Larson." The principal finally left.

"Mr. Cahill." Mr. Larson gave me a welcoming smile then turned to his class. "Is there a free seat there?" He asks, and I know I wasn't hallucinating when a few kids fell off their chair as their seatmates raised their hands. And most of them are male.