The girl who cried wolf

The girl who cried wolf- Chapter 2- 15 years later

Clara sat under a Hello Kitty umbrella, her black hair blowing lightly in the wind, her green eyes staring down the road, praying for the bus to come around the corner. Olivia raced out the door, a piece of toast in her mouth, she started towards her sister, only to get half way and run back for her bag. She locked the door in a hurry and ran back to the curb. She slid on the wet pavement, almost falling, Clara grabbed her arm to steady her. Olivia smiled, "Made it." She said, straightening herself up. 

"Only just," Clara said, before looking at Olivia's outfit choice, "Just one question, where the hell is the rest of your skirt?" Olivia flashed red.

"It's a miniskirt." She replied, her blue eyes watching her phone as her thumbs quickly worked away at a text. "I dont have to dress like a nun, you know."

"But you don't have to dress like a whore either." Clara quiped, "You've changed since you've been hanging out with those girls."  Olivia snapped her phone shut and glared at Clara. 

"Those girls happen to be my friends. They look out for me, and are super fun, way funner than you will ever be." Before Olivia's insult could begin to sting, the bus pulled up, Olivia turned and strode onto the bus, Clara at her heels. 

"Nice umbrella, Clara," Josh Nichlos taunted her.

"You know what?" Melissa jumped to her defense, "It would look even better up your ass." Clara grinned, Melissa was the perfect combination of sass and nice. Her deep, deep, red hair made her uniquely beautiful and her eyes were a murky blue, like the ocean.

"I absolutely hate the rain." Melissa whined, "I wish that it would just stop." Clara sat down beside her, "It ruins my hair." Melissa pointed to her frizzy hair.

"I can help," Olivia said, pulling out her tolietries bag and combing Melissa's hair like crazy. Within seconds, Melissa had a perfect fish-tail braid.

"Thank you, Olivia!" She said, feeling the braid. "You're truly talented!" Olivia just smiled, before sitting down in a seat next to her boyfriend, Freddy Ting. Clara tried not to seem jealous, even though she was the older sister, Clara had never had a boyfriend. As much as she wanted one, not a single boy would ever ask her.

"Why don't you just ask a guy out?" Melissa whispered, noticing Clara's envious stare.

"Because all the guys think I'm a lesbian." Clara replied, "And besides, its not like they would say yes."

The bus pulled up at the high school, Olivia running out in her wedges with Freddy in tow. Clara watched as Olivia found her 'friends', all chatting about their weekend. Melissa and Clara both stared,

"How is it possible for them to show that much skin and get away with it?" Melissa said as they descended the stairs, Clara shook her head,

"They're hot 17 year olds, they can do what they hell they like." She said, pushing onwards.

"Hey Clara!" A boy yelled, "Come sit with us at lunch! Bring Melissa if you want!"

"Come to our hot tub after school, and bring your girlfriend. We don't mind if you want to make-out."

Clara sighed and kept walking. At a party late last year, she and Melissa had gotten really drunk, and had been dared to make-out, ever since then, she'd been labelled as a lesbian.  Clara hated this kind of male attention, Melissa however, loved it. She giggled,

"Sure thing boys!"

A group of girls glared at them both as they walked past. Clara missed being invited to sleepovers and pool parties with girls, she missed being able to talk to anyone she wanted without it being awkward. Melissa sauntered up to Clara, grabbing her hand. Clara glared at her and dropped it immediately. "What are you doing?" She asked, her eyebrows knitting together.

"Putting on a show, come on! You can't say you don't love this attention!" Melissa replied, "We could have any boy we want!"

"No we couldn't," Clara corrected, "We're lesbians-" She stopped herself, "To them, we're lesbians, all they want is to watch us.... do stuff to each other....and nothing more!"

Melissa sighed.

"I miss talking to girls and being invited for parties." Clara continued, "Don't you feel the same?"

"Of course not!" Melissa hissed, "Girls were mean to me, remember junior prom?" Clara looked down, she remembered too well; Melissa had been the dorky girl, with cropped hair, glasses and braces, she'd always been treated as the social outcast, everyone kind of liked her, but no one really wanted to talk to her in fear of the death of their reputation.

But Clara didn't have a reputation, so she had nothing to fear. The day before junior prom, the coolest boy in the year asked Melissa out. Clara had seen enough cliched highschool movies to know something bad was going to happen. Even though Clara tried to warn Melissa, Melissa didn't listen. And so, when she was waiting for him to pick her up, he never did. And when Melissa finally got to the prom, she was named, 'Prom Queen'. Everyone had voted her in, and just as Melissa got to the centre of the stage, they threw water bombs and eggs at her, and then they tipped glue on to her head and then feathers, still being pelted by water bombs and eggs.

The people who had organised the whole thing were expelled, and Melissa was scarred for life, never again did she attend school dances, and to her, any reputation was better then the one she was branded with in junior prom.

"I know what they did to you, Liss," She said, "But, I think it's time to stop pretending to be something we aren't." Melissa shook her head and stormed away, leaving Clara standing there like a fool.

Alex awoke with the familiar sting of denaturing, his back ached as he turned his stiff neck to look at Tim, "Where are you going?" Alex whispered, as Tim began getting dressed,

"Out." Tim replied, before walking off into the forest. Alex got up, finding articles of clothing here and there, he grabbed a stick of deodorant, spraying it on. He dressed quickly, hoping to find something to eat before Ivan found him.

"There you are," Ivan said, as if Alex had summoned him.

"Here I am." Alex replied, Ivan looked around,

"Have you seen, Tim or Michael?" Ivan asked, his black eyes staring into Alex's honey brown.

"No, can't say I have." He lied, "I'm going into town to find something to eat, maybe that's where they've headed?" He offered. Ivan glared at Alex, for a second, his eyes flashed red.

"You know how I feel about you lot being in town." Ivan said,

"Yes." Alex murmured, looking down.

"Do not speak to anyone and be back here in less than 20 minutes, any more and I'm coming to find you. In my wolf." Ivan said, his left eye retaining it's frustrated twitch. Alex nodded and dashed away, his jeans and black shirt were slightly damp from the forest rain. Alex saw the highway running through the town of Blacksmith, a diner was just down the road, even though it was highly overpriced from all the tourists coming through the town, it served the best cherry pancakes. Alex walked the streets on a mission, he ignored the flirty looks he got from passing girls.

Alex's shirt was tight. He knew he must have picked up Michael's by mistake. He sighed, the sun was warm upon his hard face, short hair sat on the top of his head. He wore no shoes on his feet, he had no use for shoes, his feet grew like crazy so he never bothered buying them. Alex opened the diner door, immediately, all the female clients turned and stared at him. He sat in a booth, the waitress walking over to him.

"What can I do for you, sugar?" She asked, an older woman, about in her late fifties, she even had a ridiculous perm of fake blonde hair.

"Just the cherry pancakes, thanks." He said, she nodded, before walking away.

Alex leaned back into the booth, trying to remember last night. A image of a deer in front of him, he was chasing his dinner, suddenly, the deer broke out of the woods and onto the road, Alex hadn't noticed the bright lights coming towards him, and then the screeching of brakes. The horn. Tires sliding across a wet road. A car crash.