Never Yours, Wolfboy

Chapter Seven: So flipping weird

The lunch bell rang and I was quick to get out of the class, even leaving Ben behind.

I knew one thing was for sure. I did not want to run into Eli again. Two encounters was good enough for one morning.

I had gone from fight to flight and I wasn't going to be the one to deny it.

I remembered his hot breath, and the chill that slithered down my spine. He was cute, and he was attractive, and I knew I was attracted to him, but I also knew that I wasn't going to get involved with anyone while I was here and I wished that he would get the hint. No meant no and I hated it when people couldn't respect that. 

Shaking my head I pushed my way into the girl bathroom situated near my locker.

When I came out of the stall I had been occupying I found only one other girl in the washroom.

Bright red hair, pale freckled skin, skinny but at the same time you could tell that she could pack a decent punch.

She was standing at the sink washing her hands, and as I came up to do the same we made eye contact through the mirror, sharp calculating blue eyes. I didn't flinch away or anything. I just looked her over for a second than focused back in on what I was doing. 

"Jillian Carter, right?" the girl with fiery red hair asked. 

I glanced over, a little bit surprised that she knew my name, I hadn't thought we had any classes together.

"Yeah," was all I said, giving her a small smile. I didn't say much because I didn't really want to get into a conversation with her but at the same time I didn't want to be rude.

"New here, right?" she asked.

"Yeah..." I trailed off.

What did this girl want? It was kinda weird to start randomly speaking to someone you didn't know at all in the washrooms.

"Is that the only word you know?" she turned towards me, tilting her head to the side cause her long curly red hair to tumble to one side while her sky blue eyes pinned me in my place. 

I stood up straighter, still not facing her but instead looking at her reflection through the mirror that spanned the wall.

"Yeah," i replied sardonically. I turned towards her now, meeting her sharp gaze head on.

She smiled as if she was celebrating a victory. Then she stuck out her hand towards me.

I took it and she immediately gripped it tight shaking my hand, "Reagan Teller. Student Council Prime Minister," she said proudly.

I raised an eyebrow slowly shaking her hand before releasing it, "to what do I owe the pleasure?" i asked. This was weird. She was weird. This place was just really fucking weird.

There wasn't anything in particular, but the way her eyes zeroed in on me and the tight grip of her hand made me feel uneasy. 

She smiled brightly at me, "Oh well I just wanted to make sure you felt welcomed!" she said, fakeness dripping of her voice, "People can be really standoffish here, especially to newcomers so, ya know, just wanted to make sure you were getting along okay," despite the smile on her face, and the words coming out of her mouth her intent was made. I was not welcome.

I rubbed my hand dry on my jeans and supplied her with a tight smile, "everything is going fine."

I shifted a step to the side, glancing behind her head towards the door"Oh! Am I holding you up?" She asked innocently. Though her eyes were still pointed and the once bright smile was turning strained.