Super Wolf

Chapter 11

Sorry I've been away for so long! I've had a lot going on.... I'm going to try to make the breaks shorter, promise! 

Note: I HAVE NO ISSUE WITH SWEATER VESTS, I THINK THEY CAN BE CUTE ON BOYS. So please take no offense. ***Love all around <3***

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You've got to be fucking kidding me. 

That was all I could think as I stared down the hall, watching the three new 'transfers from Michigan' strutting towards me. People stop as they walk by, gripping their books as they stare in amazement. Emma Reed literally swoons at her locker, and her friend catches her before she falls to the floor. People are mesmerized. By what? I have no idea. To me, they just look like three bubbling oafs. 

Who I had thought were going to leave me alone. 

Before they could catch up to me, I slammed my locker shut and stalked away, pushing inbetween the teenage orgy that just had to occur two feet from my locker. I swear those perverts personally had it out for me. 

"Brinley! Wait up!" Lynch shouts, and I grimace. Why did my name have to sound so perfect rolling off of his tongue?

Wow, Brinley, I caution myself. Where in the name of Mother Russia did that come from? What was next? Me fantasizing over his musky-redwood-minty aroma that practically made-

I shook my head. Those kind of thoughts had to stop. 

"Brin! Yoo-hoo! Stop walking so fast!"

I sighed, turning around abruptly. I had weighed out the pros and cons, and decided that walking away with him calling my name for the whole school to hear would cause more embarassment than me actually talking to him. "What the hell do you want?" I hiss under my breath, avoiding eye contact per usual.

Instead, I glance around the hall, and see every student and their mother staring wide-eyed and mouth-open at the interaction. After supressing a grimace, I demanded from him again: "Talk, or I'm going-" 

"You're not happy to see me," he said with a frown in his voice. I gave him a look of disbelief; what did he expect?

Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose."You said-," I lift my head and glance around, and decided its best to lower my voice", that you kidnapping me was a mistake. I thought that implied, ya know, you leaving me alone." I emphasized the last three words, which made his frown deepen. 

"Of course not. I'm just going to pursue you in a different manner," he said. I snorted. 

"Pretending to be high schoolers so that you can stalk me?" I ask, resting my hand on my hip. 

He almost smiled. "When you put it like that, it sounds bad, but-"

"It is bad!" I interupt. "Besides, I'm 17, you're  like a a damn grandfather to me. Besides, it is psychological abnormality for an adult to be attracted to post-pubescent teenagers. You know what that makes you? An ephebephile. And I'll be damned if I'm going to be followed, stalked, and manipulated by an-" 

"Dude, she just called you gay!" Brody busted out laughing, holding a fist to his mouth. Lynch, Clay, and I shot him an annoyed look. 

"That's a homosexual, dip-shit," Clay whispered, embarassed by mere association with Brody at this point. Everybody was watching us, and I snarled at a group of girls, who immediatley dispersed. 

Lynch took a step closer to me, and grabbed my arm. Lowering his voice, he growled. "I'm only 21. And its not like I usually like teenage girls. I just like you because you're my mate-"