Prophecies: The Grey

Project Partner

The first bell rang knocking me back into real life. I swallowed hard when the first bell rang telling me to hurry up, and get to class!. But yet, because I am new, I don't know where to go. Not exactly.

I looked around looking for room 113, but I couldn't see anything. I walked by some rooms 103...104...105...106...until finally, I reached the class I had been wanting to get to. Science. Room 113. 

To my surprise, when I walked in, I see Damon sitting in the back row. And just my luck! The only seat open is the one right beside him to the left. I shrugged and sat down, rolling my eyes trying to ignore him. He smiled at me and I think I blushed, but I don't know. I rolled my eyes again to tell him, go away, or leave me alone! 

"Great!" the teacher says, "Mrs. Stone thanks for joining us. Get lost in the halls?" I didn't reply, well not really. I replied with a depressing smile. I could feel my heart racing because in the corner of my eye, I see him sitting there staring at me, then the board, then the teacher, then at me again. I kind of got freaked out after a few minutes. 

His smell of desperate was rubbing off of him. He smelt like...dog! That's it! Well, he also smelt like too much “perfume”,  trying to block the smell of his dog smell. I realized, ever since the turn, my smelling has increased a ton. It must be a dog thing, I think. I could even smell the hot dog stand a mile away at the park where little kids play.

The teacher is talking, but I am not quit getting what he is saying. But a few words catches my attention. I suddenly turn my gaze to the teacher. Did he say...project....partner...Jade and Damon? Oh, no! I am just having the best of luck aren't I? 

Ugh. No one knows how angry I am right now. And I sure didn't think I could feel so much anger all at one time. Especially right now. Actually, what am I saying? Right now is the best time for me to feel this angry. Being partnered up with Damon? Luck...

"Oh! Class!" the teacher tried not yelling, but he did. I looked at him like maybe, just maybe he will switch are partners, but I know that isn't going to happen. "This is a big project! It's due in a month, and it is worth one-third of your grade. Think about it." 

I sighed. I caught a glimpse of Damon walking my way. No! I sighed again and rolled my eyes like I have been all day. "So," he said, almost skipping around. Which is weird because he is wearing skinny jeans, which I never got the point of... "I guess we are partners. I think we might be seeing each other more than you thought..." he smiled happily and skipped away...

I felt my eyes lower to the floor. I felt depressed at this moment. I am kind of...afraid of what is going to happen to me....to him...to both of us. I can't let my grade fail. My parents will ground me even longer. I have to, no matter how much I will hate it, do this project and pretend like I am okay with it.

Suddenly, I realized I was smiling... I don't know why. I hate him! How could I be smiling at this point? Have I been smiling this whole time? Knock that smile off your face, Jade! I yelled at myself in my head. Finally, I turned my smiled to a frown. He must have been so happy because I was smiling back at him. Which, in my defense, I had no clue I was doing. 

After the last bell of the day rang, I realized I told Damon I would talk to him. Well, he'd talk to me, but still. I have to listen and I don't want to! I just want to go home and think about what is going to happen and how my messed up life is going to be the next month. 

I walked behind the school, it took me about three minutes to get where Damon was sitting ready to talk to me. A smile appeared on his face. He stood up and made a sound what I think was a laugh. He tapped the table pretty much saying 'sit down'. But in my head it was, 'sit down you lazy mutt', because that is what I am. A mutt. But not a lazy one. 

"I was starting to think you weren’t going to make it," he smiled again and blushed. Still, how could he be smiling with what he did to me? 

"Not going to make it?" I heightened my voice, "It only took me three minutes or less to get here!" I am pretty sure I was at the yelling point. I folded my hands together and finally took a seat trying to calm myself down. I noticed people were starring, because people were still waiting for their parents. Their eyes glued on me, the new girl. I shook my head to clear all my thoughts, "So, am I forever a werewolf?" I asked.

"Yes." he said, and then instantly started to talk again, "But only on full moons. Once a month. It's not too bad, trust me." is he kidding? I want to slap him, but I had to hold in my frustration at him. "Listen. Werewolves always have superhuman strength, speed, and senses, far beyond men. We, as Werewolf’s, cannot touch silver. If a silver bullet goes through even are human-selves, we die. We tend to have long finger nails while in transformation, but not on our human body. But you already know that. We have a body temperature of around 102 degrees Fahrenheit." he cleared his throat, "Do you have any questions? Want more information? Ask anything. I'll answer."

"Alright," I say, "What do we eat?" I ask knowing the answer, but I want to hear it from him. He sighed and gave a half smile.

"Human flesh," he told me. I squinted at the thought and made a disgusted sound. Ewe! Human flesh. Like cannibalism? Yuk...

"So were cannibals?" I ask. I throw my hands on my thighs and sigh loudly, "Wow, I can't do this, I'm sorry. I have to go. This - this- is- it's just too much." my hands were in the air again, and I slapped my thighs once again. I got up and ran off leaving him lonely, just like I did to the preppy school-girl earlier today. 

Seriously, I don't get how he can expect me to except this so easily. Maybe he can, but I am not him. 

I still have to worry about my project and how I am supposed to look at him every day and not see him biting me again? The last three nights, I haven't slept good at all, every time I close my eyes, I see images of him biting me and I could feel the pain over and over again and I just can't take it. I don't want to be afraid to sleep! I don't want to be afraid of him... I wasn't my old life back. With him. When we loved each other. 

When I loved him, we had the best times together. Oh, he made it seem like he loved me, but I guess it was all a lie so I could be is chew toy that night. He never really loved me at all. Which made me the stupid one falling for some guy who never felt the same about me as I did him...