The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 9: Kyle

-Kyle’s P.O.V-

The parking lot to Banff’s cramped and only high school was deserted at this time of day. It was a little after lunch and classes would be in full swing, leaving little to no students wandering about. If there was any better time to talk to Miss Gray when she was cornered, it was now. She couldn’t just run away this time, because I’m fairly sure skipping school was worthy of a detention. She’d be forced to tell me all about the attack and then I could get a grip on things.

Entering the hall, I began strolling casually down the corridors of the school. Chatter and the noises of the classroom were muffled behind closed doors and each held a small window to spy through. I walked past the math’s room to see a room full of bored, cranky teenagers as they watched an old man talk avidly about his subject.

The English, history, chemistry and languages classrooms looked much the same as the first one, and I found myself trying to sniff out that tantalizing scent that I longed to smell. My keen ears perked up at the sound of shoes squeaking on the floor and the occasional laugh that came from somewhere behind me. I turned to move over to two large double doors, both with large handles and square windows.

Peering through the transparent glass, I spotted a class of girls and boys participating in various sport activities. Off to the far right of the room were eight girls and boys enjoying a basketball match, and some shamelessly flirted with each other while doing so. To the left of the room were three volleyball courts set up and most were with teams of four or five, but one in the middle only had two players.

My eyes zeroed in on Florence as she twirled a volley-ball around her finger and weighed it between her palms. She wore a short skirt with spandex shorts underneath and a top that clung to her upper body. It was the mandatory school sports uniform, but she flaunted it like she was a model. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail with loose tendrils hanging about her face and her expression was that of deep concentration.

My eyes flickered to her opponent and instantly alarm bells began to ring inside my head. He looked around my age, maybe a little younger and had the sharp features of a man, even though he was dressed as a school boy. His blonde hair was straight and his eyes surveyed the room carefully. His gaze travelled away from his surroundings and rested back on Florence, taking her in.

It was obvious to anyone watching that he was checking her out, and he liked what he saw. His tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lips and a wave of disgust rolled over me. After it followed anger, jealousy and rage. How I felt like this was a mystery, I shouldn’t be feeling possessive over a high school girl. But something in me just gravitated toward her, and there was no denying the effect that she had on me. The emotions boiled through me one after the other and I clenched my fists from the effort of restraining the shift that threatened to overcome me. I couldn’t change now, I was on school premises.

I kept repeating that sentence in my head and I slowly calmed my body down, but I was still furious. There was no point in denying that she would be attracted to him, with his muscular frame and boyish looks. But she couldn’t be with him, he wasn’t right for her. He looked just like another run-of-the-mill boy who enjoyed playing around with girls until they left them, used and alone.

What am I saying?! I mentally berated myself. It’s not any of my business as to who she likes. Besides, you wouldn’t prove to be a better match for her anyway, a broken, depressed freak who has no shred of self control. You shouldn’t even like her, it’s wrong!

As if sensing my roiling emotions, the boy looked over to the doors of the gym and stared straight at my face, cocking his head slightly. He was no doubt trying to figure out why a complete stranger was staring at him with such emotions clear on their face. His lips twisted into a smile as he looked to Florence, then back at me. Then, the cocky little bastard smirked and winked at me, before spinning around and returning the volleyball back over the net with ease. It seemed as if he made the connection between Florence and I, and was well aware that I was playing the role of a jealous suitor.

That last touch, the little wink set it all off. It was a challenge. He knew that I liked her and he was going to try and change it, claiming her as his own. He didn’t need words to express it, he said it all in those gestures.

My body began to shake violently and I stepped away from the doors, fury overtaking all my common sense. The wolf inside of me was begging to be let free, begging to take over and settle this between that little punk and I. The ache in my stomach was like a thousand needles, each piercing into my internal organs as I started to shift. I could feel my teeth extending and sharpening into points, and my fingernails stretching to form claws. The change was painful, and it was happening fast. If I shifted now and anyone saw me, I was dead meat.

Sprinting at my full speed, I didn’t care if students saw a blur flying out of the school; I just needed to get away. The doors rocked on their hinges as I bashed past them and launched myself over the concrete steps to the school. Pain flashed through me and was gone in an instant as I fell to the floor and changed. My black fur revealed itself and limbs shortened to the adequate size.

As soon as it was over, I anxiously looked around the parking lot. Not a soul had witnessed the change, I was safe. The aftermath of pain was still lingering in my muscles, the feeling you get when you had recently run a marathon and were recovering for a day.

My paws dug into the gravel and I took off out of the school grounds. Adjacent to the road leading to the school were a few shadowed trees that provided cover until I made it to the vast forest. Anger coursed through me and I ran faster, pumping my limbs with all my strength. It took all of my self control and rational thinking not to turn back and rip that stupid student to shreds.

As much as it pained me to think about it, I knew that I couldn’t be with her, let alone date her. Being with a werewolf was dangerous, demanding and made way for a life of suspicion and risks. I couldn’t ruin her life like that before she was able to live it. There was a reason that shifters and humans didn’t mix too often, and I had to abide by the unspoken law of my kind.

Never expose who you are.

It was tough at times, but if I needed to die to protect my kind I would. The words echoed in my head as I ripped through the forest, ridding my anger by raw, excessive exercise. No, I would not break that rule. I almost gave over to my inner wolf right there, almost lost all my self control perhaps forever. But I kept that last little rope tethered to my sanity as I ran wild, I would stay in control, I had to. But it was so hard, so hard not to just give in and go rogue. After all, there was nothing in my life that I would miss. 

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So I guess there you get to learn a little bit about lonely and unloved Kyle :( Oh it was very hard to write that little bit right there ^^ it took a lot of deleting and re-writing. 

Sorry about the late upload, and a belated Merry Christmas for all of you out there! I won't do a song of the moment for the next few chapters because I'm uploading them all in a heap :) 

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-Moozelle