The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 28: Detention Class

Chapter 28

I'm back at school, where most of my day is being spent as boring as staring at the book with a pen on top of it. My mind is wandering somewhere, not where I am right now. The voice of the professor drifts away, fades into the distance as my eyes focus outside the field, sight passing through the opened window. Birds are chattering, singing with their best mates and I look how they interact. Just looking at them, it reminds me of Furion. I really want to hear his voice right now. Had I not been so selfish before, he would be still here with me, spewing wisdom words at me. How I wish he's here right now. Cloud said that his life went miserable when I left. If I waited for him, what's happening right now would have been really different. The Pack could have been stronger by now, and probably Cloud and I had mated already.

The smell of vanilla invades my nostrils, and I inhale more. That smell, it is very familiar to me. I slept an entire day with that scent lingering around the air, tickling me. That scent became one of the best smells I have ever inhaled. Of course it belongs to my mate, Cloud. He's around the school right now, and I couldn't be happier as I am right now. He wants to make sure I'm safe, as always. His scent lulls me to a sleep, to the point where my heart begins to slow down and the world I'm in becomes as bright as the sun. It's like I'm completely in a whole different world. I shut my eyes, listening to the nature as Cloud's scent hovers around me. I'm wishing I'm the only one who could smell him, and I don't want to share him, because sharing sucks. We all know that.

A push from behind me snaps the world I'm in and when I'm back in the world where boring stuff happens, I find every pair of eyes looking straight at me, and they all are laughing at me. My cheeks redden as Professor Beautox looks at me, expecting an answer with the question he might have asked me several minutes or seconds ago, I don't know. The class begins to erupt into laughter and I bow my head down in shame.

"Mr. Lockwood," Professor Beautox says in a calm manner. A tone that I'm beginning to understand. When he uses that tone, I think it actually says 'I'm going to wreck your life right now so be prepared' or 'Prepare to be humiliated for not listening to what I was saying! Be prepared!'. More likely, it's going to be the latter. "This is not an imaginary class, where you can have your mind wander somewhere. This is my class, and I teach French. Now, I'm going to repeat. Please translate... I will go to a detention class later after school."

The translation is already on the tip of my tongue, I just don't know why I can't let it out. Though I did understand what he said, I think it's not fair for me that I will have a detention class for just not listening. Professor Beautox is just as strict as the principal of the school, I swear. I effing swear. I open my mouth to answer, but the whole class begins to laugh again and I roll my eyes at them for having fun at my misery. I only nod just to satisfy Professor Beautox, but the back of my head, I think I'm already thinking of 1000 different ways to murder him, where everyone would it's an accident or suicidal and not planned by me. Trying to hide my smirk, I bow my head down and look through my lashes at Professor Beautox, who seems satisfied at my punishment.

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At the end of the day, here I am, in this creepy room by myself. Apparently, I'm the only one who got a detention for today. I'm starting to think that Professor Beautox doesn't like me. But then again, Professor Beautox doesn't like people. I wonder how he became a teacher in this school if he doesn't like interacting or if he doesn't like people much. My phone has been confiscated from me as well as my MP3 device. My day keeps getting worst.

The door of the room opens, revealing Troy as he enters with ease. His eyes are already trained on me. I take a deep breath as he walks towards me with a blank expression. I feel bad suddenly for what I've done to him. Did I lead him on? I did, didn't I? Troy is wearing a plain white shirt, a bit fitted on him, matching the white shirt with a denim pants and a black boots. His bracelet is still dangling on his wrist, looking marvelous and sparkly. His backpack is slightly open behind him, and the tip of what looks like an ancient book is peaking at me.

Troy pushes a seat backwards and takes a seat on it, looking anywhere but me. The room fills with awkward silence as his presence becomes unbearable to me. This is not the Troy I used to know, or not the Troy I met. The Troy in front of me is different, and it's because of me. The Troy in front of me makes me want to slam myself for not giving the best he deserves. A lump has formed in my throat, making me not able to speak. I want to say sorry, but would that do good on him? Pity is not really a good thing. I want to be vocal about my feelings for him, tell him that he's a good guy and the right person for me, but... I sigh.

Before he speaks, he makes himself comfortable and looks at me with eyes that speak sadness. He places his backpack on the ground and gulps. I scan him, from head to toe, and ask myself how could I hurt this person in front of me, who has done nothing but good to me?

"Just want to let you know that I'm not mad at you," he begins, saying it slowly for me to understand. Still, when the words slip out of his mouth, he can't look at me. His eyes are trained somewhere on the ground. "I'm not mad at you, but disappointed. I... I thought I had a chance, to be honest. I thought we had a chance... and then I saw you with him, and I saw how happy you were while you were with him."

It hurts to know what he's feeling, that he's in pain right now because of me. But I can't do anything about it. In the future, Troy would be able to move on from me, from this, because he deserves someone better than me. I'm not the right person for Troy. There are a lot of people in the world, and millions of them qualify for Troy. He just needs to wait more, with patience. My eyes look down in shame, not wanting to be focused on Troy as it would hurt me if I do so. Seeing him like this is enough to blame myself for everything again. I have no control of my feelings, and despite what creatures the Goddess had made, no one has ever really given a power to manipulate feelings.

"I know what you're going through right now," I say to him honestly, still looking down. "And I know it's because of me. I led you in, making you believe that there could be an us, which I thought would happen in the first place. I did believe that. Maybe it was because the attention you were giving me, the smile you were putting on my face when my life was as just as fucked up as the garbage which has been stinking for so long. I didn't mean to lead you on, it's wrong, but I didn't want this to happen.

"Troy, I'm really sorry. I know it's not the word you want to hear," I continue, this time, my eyes are trained on his sad face as his fingers fiddle with each other, "it's not even pleasant to your ears right now. But you know what, if I had a power to manipulate my feelings, I would do it in a heartbeat. Countless times I've thought about that, that you're perfect for me, that I deserve you and you deserve me. But the world works in different ways, and sometimes, those ways are the ways you don't like, but you just have to keep dealing with it until you get used to it. I got used to my life before that I dreamed of having a prince to save me while I was drowning in misery. You saved me from drowning, Troy. You did, and another person saved me from the misery I called life. It was him. I'll be forever grateful that I met you, and I'm not going to regret it. Not one bit. I hope one day you'll see the person that is destined to have you, a person who is destine to love you more than he has ever loved himself, someone not selfish like me, someone as not destructive as I am, someone as deserving as I am. I love you as a friend, Troy. And I'm still here when you need to me. If you need me."

"Thank you," he says, smiling sadly. "I wanted that clarifications. But that's not the only reason I went here. I want to let you know that you being in a detention is part of my plan, so we could talk about serious business."

His tone becomes serious as well as his expression, and Troy gets the ancient book inside his backpack and puts it on top of the table, opening the book carefully. He looks at me as I raise my brow at him questioningly and I gulp.

"This is our world..."