The Art of Mending Memories

The Art of Mending Memories 15

The Art Of Mending Memories

Chapter 15

I wasn't paying attention as I walked to art; I walked into someone. He was about my height, give or take an inch, with sandy blond hair and light brown, wide-almond eyes covered by glasses. Freckles dotted his nose. He was cute, in the little boy way.

He was also a werewolf. A faint red glow radiated off his skin. He must have been a freshman, though, because he looked small for a werewolf.

"Sorry," I apologized to the werewolf boy.

He looked up at me and widened his eyes, as if he recognized me and was terrified. He gasped. "I'm so sorry! I had no idea you were there! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault! I swear I didn't mean to! It won't happen again! I'm so sorry! I really didn't ̶ "

"Calm down!" I interrupted. The boy was speaking at high speed and rambling on like he was terrified of me. "I'm not going to kill you or anything. Geez, it was an accident. It was as much my fault as yours." I took a deep breath, about to continue speaking in the even voice I had been using, when he interrupted me.

"Oh, no! It was all my fault and I'm so ̶ "

"Shut up," I interrupted evenly, without any harsh edge to my voice; I didn't want to scare the kid.

He gasped anyway, his eyes ̶ already bulging out of his head ̶ grew impossibly larger. His body started shaking, and I had a feeling that he was very close to losing control of his bladder.

Why was he so terrified of me?

"It wasn't your fault. We bumped into each other. And it's no big deal anyway. So calm down, okay? You look like you're afraid I'm going to eat you or pick you up and throw you against the wall. I'm not."

He gulped. Relief and an edge of disbelief flooded his eyes. He took a few deep breaths cowering away from me.

"Thank you so much, Miss Kaelyn! It won't happen again, I promise! I'll ̶ "

"Don't worry about it. And stop cowering! I'm not going to hurt you!" I gently shook my head and breathed in. "Now get to class, the bell's about to ring."

"Yes, Miss Kaelyn!" He bowed ̶ can you believe that? He actually BOWED ̶ and rushed forward around me, his brown eyes glued to the floor.

I walked forward to the art room. I pulled open the door just as the bell rang.

"That was a close one, Kaelyn," I heard Mrs. Cotton yell from across the room. I waved my hand in response as I walked over to the my table.

"That's two periods in one day that you're later, Kaelyn." Paul greeted me with a tsk. "Unless, of course, you miraculously made it to first period on time. I didn't. Which, by the way, you owe me."

I rolled my eyes. "you're such a baby, Paul. I bet the teacher didn't even care because you walked through the door right after the bell rang."

"That's not the point," he muttered. "You still owe me."

"Fine, I owe you. Now go get the clay."

Paul smiled at me before bounding over to the other side of the room to go get clay. I turned to the two werewolves across from me.

"How did Aaron tell the pack to approach me?"

Two surprised faces stared back at me. "Why?" Sarella asked.

"Because I was just walking in the hallway and I bumped into a boy ̶ a werewolf boy ̶ and he seemed absolutely terrified, like I was going to kill him. He looked really little, too."