The Werewolf Girl (Camren)

Chapter 7: Second Chances

Lauren's POV:

March 01, 2015

I'm a very structured person. I love remembering things, it doesn't even have to be something important. Random facts, lyrics, quotes, the menu of my favorite restaurants and on my lucky side even my schedule. My classmates are currently in gym class and Camila belongs to this group. So I assume that my jacket is most likely in the girls changing room, secured in the locker of the brown eyed Cuban. I take a few deep breaths to calm down my racing heart before I scan the location. Shifting my eyes around my surrounding I see no one close by but I want to be a hundred percent sure, so I close my eyes and listen in. My ears were always my second strongest sense right after my nose.

When the coast is clear I shift nervously from one paw to another before I make my way to the backside of the school. Our sports teacher is pretty lazy, I saw him a few times sneaking through the backdoor into the hallway of the sports section instead of taking the main entrance. I just really hope that there is no one in the hallways but classes already started so I should be good. I take one more soothing breath before I shift back into my human form.

I reach for the doorknob hurriedly just to realize that this lazy man wasn't too lazy to lock the door after himself. I groan lowly. How am I supposed to get in there without mooning anyone? Don't get me wrong I don't have any insecurity issues about my body, I embrace myself the way God, and later on the moon goddess, created me but I don't really feel the need to walk butt naked around the hallways of my high school.

I close my eyes trying to come up with a way to open the door before I open them again when I feel the familiar tugging of my fingertips. Those are the thick roots connecting my two beings, my wolf loves to go off of instincts, she's also a good strategist. She often comes up with something in the back of my mind when my human being is hung up on something. I observe my claws and figure out which one fits best into the door lock. I take my pinkie finger and stick the sharp tip of my claw into the hole. Twisting and turning it around the lock I wait until I hear the small clicking sound signaling that the door is now unlocked. If I'm being honest it's not the first time I unlocked a door with something else than the fitting key.

I let my claws disappear behind my closing skin before I open the door carefully, eyeing the hallway through the crack in the thin metal door. When the hallway is clear I enter it and shut the door carefully behind myself. I cover myself with my hands as good as possible before I make my way over to the locker room.

It's easy to listen in on the ongoing conversations between my classmates. The gym wasn't really well dampened and my hearing is excellent. "You weren't in history class Mila, Mr. Isles even came up to me after class and asked if everything was ok. He didn't expect you to be someone to ditch class." There was a short break, the only sound coming from Camila was the swinging sound of her badminton bat, the small cursing sounds which leave her lips let me assume that she doesn't strike the small ball.

"I had to take care of something Ally. I'm sorry that I left you alone in class it won't happen again."

Ally as in Allyson Brooke Hernandez, we shared a few classes over the last years of middle and then high school. She's a very cheerful young woman, always helping other students and especially the newly transferred ones. She took Camila under her wing over the last few weeks. I could never tell her this but I'm very thankful for her kindness and the way she takes such good care of my mate.

I sneak down the hallway and enter the locker room for the girls. Like I assumed, Camila locked her clothes and my jacket up. I don't know her code and breaking her lock would be a bit extreme. A few other students left their clothes on the wood bench in front of their locker but I can't steal their clothes. They could see me in school walking around wearing them and then go to the principal. I already got two strikes and I don't want to be kicked out of school for such a stupid thing.