Chapter 4 Controlling

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'Winter, Brice...I'm SICK to the back teeth of seeing you do NOTHING for this school!' Miss rants, going on about we must pay attention at school and bla. I roll my eyes discreetly, and luckily the ranting woman does not notice my rude remark.

Mrs Weasel really did suit her name. After all, she had bright ginger hair just like the small animal, and her kneck was weirdly elongated. This thought switched my mind to some record book I read in library once. Some tribal woman placed a whole bunch of rings round their knecks and they went freakishly long.

Picturing Mrs Weasel with an even longer kneck, I let out a small giggle. Brice and Weasel's eyes snapped towards me. Brice wasn't deathing glaring at me like Miss was, but he just looked puzzled.

'Miss Fay, what are you so amused by?'

'Oh nothing Miss, nothing' I smirk reassuringly.

'Anyways. I'll see you two in detention tomorrow after school, now runalong' She huffs and waves her hand in the air. I take this is as my sign to leave, and I exit. The bell was about to go, so I quickly fished 75 cent out my jacket pocket and shoved it in the vending machine slot.

My coke bottle landed with a thumb in the meatal compartment, and I pulled it out. I glugged down half the bottle and then placed it in my locker for after school. 

The bell rings, signalling it was time for 2nd homeroom where we would have registration, fourtantly the teachers all knew this school was run by werewolves, and was too scared to scold me for my lateness. Luckily, it was only the teachers who knew and not the students, except Chris, Ro and Zach.

There is a 5 minute gap between the bell going and registration, so I head quickly to my homeroom, AKA the science lab.

Of course I had to find my boyfriend first! I grab my old duffel from my locker and swing it over my shoulder, before heading to the willow tree. Zach was waiting there, texting someone.

'Hey!' I chirp, Zach quickly snaps his Motorala shut and takes my hand.

'Lets go to homeroom' He breathes and we walk hand in hand there. More like hand in hand cuff. His huge paws are wrapped round my tiny ones, making them feel as if they could crumble within seconds. Just as I'm about to yelp in pain, we reach homeroom and he lets go.

'Miss Fay and Mr Zach, you're late' My homeroom teacher snaps. I send her a glare and she finally shuts up.

I take a seat in a stall next to Ro who sends me a grin. I roll my eyes at the happy-go-lucky girl I call my best friend,

'So, Winter...I saw you at Ross' diner the other day' A boy in my grade, Ash, turns round and grins at me.

'Oh yeah! I was with my family and Zach' I nod, trying not to get deep into the conversation, otherwise Zach would explode on me.

'Yeah, you looked really nice!' Ash compliments. I can feel my cheeks burning red, and I look at the floor smiling and blushing. 

When I look back up, I see Zach death glaring at me from his spot in the front row.

'Winnie, don't speak to Ash. He's a player' He growls through mindlink. 

Says him! He dated 15 girls in the first year of high school until he settled down with me. 

'Zach don't be a hypocrite' I reply.

'Watch your step young lady'

'Zach; 1) I'm three months older than you 2) DO NOT try to control me' 

And with that I switched off mindlink. When the bell went, signalling the end of homeroom, I storm straight past Zach to the library. It was study hall, and so we could go anywhere within 100  metres of our classroom, and the teachers regulary patrolled the area, so I went to 'my corner' which was situated right in between two bookshelves at the back, near the history books.

I get my pink binder out my duffel, and begin doodling to make it look as if I was working. I doodle a few stars, a tattoo I'd like to get one day and a map of my house for no paticular reason.

I see Zach storm in the library, obviously looking for me. I curl right down into the corner and pull my binder up to my face. Luckily he leaves about three minutes later.

I either need to get a proper hiding place, or an invisibitly cloak.

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Hi! Its @British_Corgis here! I know I'm supposed to update on Mondays, but @Bitesofhope did so I left it a few days! Hope you enjoyed this chapter, image of Winter to the side AKA Jessica Stam >>>

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