WAFs | Blood & Bones #1

WAFs | The Council's Little Brother (7)

I was done.

This was it. I've had it up to here with him. My hands itched to slither their way up his neck and strangle him dead– I was never a violent person, and I never will be. But for him, I was willing to make an exception.

Since the start of the week– Monday. I had managed to school earlier than everyone else and got to my locker early, but guess what?– he was there waiting. With hands on jean pockets leaning casually on the locker beside mine. He hadn't even said a word to me, he simply acknowledged me with a look and followed me around as I went on my merry way.

Like a lost pup.

And while at class, he would take the empty seat beside mine. He wasn't even in the class! But somehow, he had managed to convince the teachers he was, and by now, they must be so used to seeing him everyday.

I've been getting quite a lot of stares because of him. I would hear them murmur as I enter school grounds, but once he was with me, they all just shut up, silence to the point that you could hear a pin drop. In another time, I would have enjoyed this– loved it even. But how can I enjoy something, when judge mental stares follow my every move?

Everything just seems to be following me this week.

Not to mention, homework was catching up. And the second quarter semesters are drawing nearer up the horizon. The library has been busting with students, so I either have to study at school, or in the club room.

The club room. Since last Friday, it has been doing fairly well. Improving slowly, but still improving. We have a table and a bunch of seats in there, handcrafted might I add. Who knew Rue could handle a hammer?

Walking into the open club room door, my eyes catches the glint of the rusty door knob, reminding me of how it needed to go. Carrying my books, I dropped them down on the floor by my bag. I brought all my books to study in this room, since the library has been busy all day today.

But from the floor, I rose my head up. To catch Rue swinging a hammer around. Small blocks of wood and nails in front of him. Beside him stood a half-finished table, with its dark stained wood. Hadn't we agreed with red?

"What are you doing?" I asked nonchalantly, eyeing the small coffee table. I guess it doesn't look too bad..

And with my question followed by silence. Instead of hearing his rugged husky voice, I hear him hammering away on the table, plunging the nails tightly unto to the wood.

Standing up from where I sat, I walked towards him, making sure not to step on the loose nails and wood on the floor. I observed him as he worked from a distance away. By now, I've gotten used to the silence.

I could feel a smirk fitting my lips as I try to keep a grin in. I could feel him already brooding in annoyance when he heard me let out a little sound of laughter, I swear, he was so diligent at times, I would have mistaken him for a werewolf. "So you know how to use a hammer, but not a simple broom?"

"Shut up." He growled.

But I've had it up to here with him.

I get that he might be needing a friend or some sh!t like that, but no.

"Alright." I growled out. Stopping dead on my tracks in the middle of the hallway. Making a unsuspecting Rue almost bump behind me before he catches himself. Turning myself around, I glared at him. My eyes challenging his blank stare. "I'm done. Your either going to leave me alone, or I'm reporting you to the principal."