Wolf

School

Chapter 2

            “It’s not legally fucking, without penetration!” screamed Trevor. I was sitting in my new room, playing Grand Theft Auto V on my PS3. It was generally cold outside and I was not interested in leaving the house. I wanted to stay in this room and play Grand Theft Auto, escape from my crumbling life around me. I had to hand it to my grandparents, they picked a relatively quiet spot in Schenectady, and it was doubly quiet when you were the only one home. My grandfather had gone to his mechanics garage, and everybody else had gone to Bella’s new school to register her. Just thinking about that made me dread it, because I knew I was next. My mother had told me that when she arrived home, it was my turn. I was tempted to hop into her car and drive back to NYC, since she had left it here and I did have my license. But at the same time, something was stopping me, I don’t know what, but that idea seemed bad to me.

            I had played Grand Theft Auto for like an hour until I heard my grandmother’s car pull into the driveway. I cursed under my breath and asked god why me. I then heard the door open, signifying my immediate doom. God, this was really happening. “Elena!” my mother called to me.

            “Yes?” I asked, eyes focused on the screen, but I yelled loud enough for her to hear me. I heard keys being put down on a table, then footsteps coming up the stairs. She appeared in the doorway.

            “Alright Elle, it’s your turn,” she said. I sighed and paused the game.

            “Do I really have to?” I looked at her, my lip poked out.

            “Yes you do. There’s no way of getting around this. We’re here now, might as well get used to it.” I groaned and stood up. I went to the closet and pulled on my jacket. I took my hair out of the ponytail it was in, my ears were not about to freeze. I followed my mother down the stairs and out the door, saying goodbye to my sister and grandmother. She unlocked her Camry and I entered it. I hated the fact that I was registering at a new school, this was the worst. I knew damn well I didn’t want to be here and this was killing me. “You’ll be fine Elena. You have to be positive, think of good things. There’s new people here, and boys!” I smiled.

            “Mom, I think it’s funny how you think the boy population knows I exist,” I replied. She laughed.

            “You sound like me. Don’t worry Elena; it only gets better from here.” I nodded.

            “Okay, so maybe I am becoming a little more optimistic.” My mother pulled into the school parking lot and my heart dropped. “Shit.” I made sure to whisper under my breath, so my mother didn’t hear me. It was a big school, I’d give you that, but that didn’t make me excited. We stepped out of the car and the wind blew through my hair. I could hear the flag hitting the pole, reminding me of school. My mother led the way and the school was quiet.

            “They must be in class,” she suggested as we entered the main office.

            “Can I help you?” asked a woman sitting at a desk. My mother immediately walked towards her.          

            “I’m here to register my daughter, we just moved here recently,” my mother responded. I sat in one of the chairs and slumped down. I looked around the office and saw nothing but pictures of principals and students. I even saw pictures of the school mascot and wondered who would be foolish enough to get into one of those. There were pictures of sports teams on the wall. I got excited when I saw Pat Riley on the wall, he was one of my past time favorites.

            “Pat Riley?” I blurted, covering my mouth when I realized. The lady laughed.

            “Yes, he’s a very active alumni of the school,” she responded.

            “Wow, that’s awesome.” I was excited now, Pat Riley walked through these halls! My mother smiled at me and turned back around to talk to the lady. Maybe this would be a good time after all. I mean I was a senior so it couldn’t have been that bad.

            “Let me lead you to the counselor’s office so you can get her registered.” The lady got up from the desk and led us out of the office. I followed her and my mother. The halls were spacious, which I was grateful for. We entered the office and it smelled like pumpkins. The secretary left as my mother started to talk to one of the counselors. I heard a bell ring and looked out the door. Kids were flooding the halls. There were people all kinds of sizes and races walking past the door, but one caught my eye. Something was off about him. He had black hair with blue eyes, which was extremely rare, if not impossible. I held my gaze on him until I could no longer see him. The eye contact gave me chills and I shook them off. I was in a trance until my mother bumped me.

            “Let’s sit down,” she offered. We took a seat and I shook it off. It wasn’t anything, just a simple lock gaze. He was just a boy, he wasn’t anything special. I shrugged and watched my mother fill out the form. “I should be making you do this.” I laughed.

            “Please, spare me the agony. I’ve already gone through enough today,” I answered. My mother laughed beside me. The door opened and that dude I saw stepped in. I immediately tensed up, something was off, something just didn’t feel right.

            “Yes Rock?” the counselor asked, when she spotted the boy. I thought about it, Rock? Who in their right mind would name their child Rock? The boy smiled at the lady.

            “I need another copy of my schedule, for coach,” he said to her. She nodded and disappeared into one of the back offices. The boy leaned on the wall and waited. I watched him from my peripheral vision. He pulled out his phone, sent a text, and locked it. He was looking around the office and his gaze landed on me. “New to Schenectady?” It took me awhile to realize he was talking to me, causing me to blush.

            “Yeah,” I answered, eyeing him. I could get a better look now and he seemed like a normal kid. He nodded.

            “Well, I hope you like it.” I shrugged.

            “Not really my taste.” He laughed and I spotted my mother smirking beside me. I nudged her slyly, causing her to smile.

            “Well, what is your taste then?”

            “I’m from New York.” He nodded.

            “Ah, a New Yorker, you’ll fit in just fine with the other ones.” I found comfort in the fact that there were other kids like me. I wasn’t alone. The counselor walked from the office and handed Rock the piece of paper.

            “Here you go Rock and good luck in basketball this year,” she complimented, smiling. My mother got up and handed her the clipboard.

            “Thanks. Nice talking to you,” Rock said, leaving the office before I could get a word out. He was quick; I’ll give him that, which is why the name didn’t make sense. His name was Rock, but he moved fast. That was so contradictory, because rocks didn’t move fast, hell they didn’t move at all. I looked at the door, he was weird.

            “Elle, let’s go,” my mother said to me. I got up from the seat.

            “Leaving already?” I asked. Time had gone by so fast. She nodded.

            “They’re gonna process the paperwork and get your transcripts from NY. You should be okay to come by tomorrow and you’ll come get your schedule from here.” We exited the counselor’s office and left the school. “I saw you looking at that boy.”

            “I wasn’t looking at him. He spotted me first.” My mother laughed.

            “Yeah okay. Look at you, haven’t even gone to the school yet and you’ve got a crush.” I smirked.

            “It’s not a crush, I don’t even know him!” She laughed again as we pulled into the driveway.

            “Don’t worry; I think he likes you too! There’s still hope for you Elena! Now go play Grand Theft Auto, I know you want to.” I bolted out the car and up the stairs. This was going to be an interesting school year.