Luna

Chapter 4

Fifth period so far was my favorite class in this some decent school: Music. I was fortunate to be put in this class instead of P.E. Me and exercise do not go well together. I walked into the music room and sat in the far back corner. It was the only class I had without Alex or Austin, which was a relief. Not to say I didn't like them, but it's nice to be alone.

Of course, not even music can keep my mind off the wolf attack from last night. It's all I can think about now. I subconsciously touched my bandaged neck and gently clawed at it. I was tempted to go to the bathroom and take a look at the scar left behind on my chest and neck, but decided against it. I was worried that the wolf may have transferred some type of wild wolf rabies to be, but I quickly discarded the thought. I didn't want to freak myself even more.

The bell rang, making me wince in pain. "Shit," I cursed under my breath. Were the bells always this ear splitting? Made my drums ring a bit. "Language, Mr. Quinn," Ms. Elliot, the music teacher, reprimanded me. She was nice and got along with her students from what I saw so far, so she was on the good side on my list. "I understand you're still new here at Clairemont High, but I must remind you that foul language is prohibited."

"Sorry. I'll be careful next time, Ms. Elliot," I replied to her.

She smiled and stood in the class with a fedora in hand. "Now class, as you may know already, midterms is approaching soon, and soon your first semester grade will be posted. For my midterm exam, you're going to write a song and present it to the class. It can be about anything you like: a broken family, a relationship gone wrong, anything you'd like. As long as they're school appropriate," she instructed. "I want to hear a rough draft of your song by the end of class Tuesday. Get to it."

I took out my notebook and a pen and thought about what to write for a song. When I write a song, I want it to carry a story deep within the lyrics, not something redundant about drugs and finding some random girl at the club and fuck her senseless. A phone ring filled the room, breaking my concentration. I looked around but no one had their phone out. Ms. Elliot was at the desk writing something down, grading papers I believe. Why was I the only person that could hear the phone? 

"Yo, what's up?"

Now I was definitely going crazy. Nobody was else was talking to each other, and zero phones out. To top it all off, I was hearing things. "Is he still here? So what are we gonna do?I mean, with the bite and everything, who knows what he can do?" My hand flew to my neck and my rubbed the bandage carefully.  I glanced out the window and saw Mike standing against a bank of lockers, on the phone. Wait, how it possible that I'm hearing Mike's conversation? 

"On it," he said, and hung up. He stuffed his phone in the back pocket and walked off to who knows where. I brushed my hair off my face and wrote a few lyrics down. "You're going crazy, Kellin. Just focus on on this assignment. You're mind's just playing mind games with you, that's all. You're losing your marbles," I mumbled to myself. I recited that in my mind for a while until I managed to convince myself that it was all in my head. I wrote a little more of my song in the making. The classroom phone rang I looked at Ms. Elliot.

"Hello? Yes. Okay, I'll send him down." She hung up the phone and looked at me. "Kellin, you're needed at the principal's office. Matty, since you're not doing anything, you can take him." A kid with ginger hair looked up from his phone and got up and nodded over at me. I grabbed my stuff and walked out with him. We didn't say anything to each other, but I felt him stare at me from the corner of eyes. It was starting to get really annoying.

"Word on the street is that you a wolf attacked you. True or false?" he finally spoke.

"Uh.... true," I answered him. I adjusted my backpack strap and looked at the posters plastered on the wall. How the news about the newbie getting jumped by a wolf in the middle of the night got around so quickly, I don't know. Maybe my little stalker was watching and told the school. "Why'd you ask?"

He shrugged and brushed his hair back. "It sounds iffy. There hasn't been a sighting of a wolf here in California in the past sixty years, much less a wolf attack," he said. He stopped and looked at me, his eyes fixed on my bloodied bandage. "The fact that you got attacked on a full moon just sounds off to me."

"What's that supposed to mean? You calling me a liar?" I asked.

"I ain't calling you a truther. Here's your stop," he said. I watched him walk back to class and walked towards the reception desk. "Excuse me. I was called down to the principal's office. My name's Kellin Quinn," I said.

The receptionist looked up from her computer and pointed to the door behind her. "Go right in, sweetie," the woman told me. I smiled and walked over to the door, opening it slowly. "Um... Principal McKinnon? Did you call for me?" I asked. I could hear my heart beating and that scared me, but I still walked in. The black office chair swiveled around  and instead of the principal, Vic sat in the chair with a smirk set on his face.

"Take a seat, Kellin. I've been meaning to talk to you," he said to me.

I stared at him for a good minute and tried to make a run for it, but Tony and Mike closed the door and blocked the exit. "Don't leave, Luna. I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk," Vic said. "I mean, who else can you go to about the bite on your neck? The school nurse?"

Tony took my shoulder and shoved me down on the empty chair in front of the principal's desk. Vic walked over and  unraveled the bandage and dropped it the the floor. His knuckles grazed up and down the side of my neck, and I'd be lying if I told you that didn't feel good. I grabbed his wrist and looked at him deep in his eyes. "Don't touch me. I barely know you and I don't want to. Creep," I snapped. I got up and turned around, when Vic grabbed me a hold of the back of my shirt. Next thing I knew, I was thrown to the hall and with Vic's black Vans pinned on top of my stomach.

"First rule of business: don't you ever, ever, talk back to me. I don't care if you are my Luna or not," he snarled. His eyes transitioned to a chocolate brown to a crimson red, a deep growl slipped out of his lips. I trembled. 

"W-what are you?" I asked him.

He smirked once again and bent down, holding my chin in his hands. "Well, baby, we're werewolves."