The Bite [Luke Hemmings AU]

Chapter Thirteen

Claire's POV

I was right. My aunt and uncle were coming this weekend.

My parents told me Thursday. Today was Friday. I'm going back to Collin's... with Zack this time.

I was sitting at lunch with Cooper, Luke, and Zack. I couldn't concentrate on anything today. I was zoning out completely. I couldn't think about anything, but how I'm going I hide myself from my relatives. They might even bring grandma. That would be fun.

I was sitting a the table fumbling with my fingers and staring at the wall. Jace, I could just spend the entire weekend with him. If he found out, he'd never rat me out. Never.

I was pulled from my thoughts when Luke put his hand on my thigh and leaned over to look at me.

"Claire, are you okay?" I snapped my head in his direction and he had a worried look on his face.

"I-I'm fine," I force a smile on my face as I spoke.

"Doesn't look like it," Cooper spoke up, also a worried look on his face. He nodded his head to my hands.

I looked down and blood poured from the palm of my left hand. My right hand had its claws sticking out and one was buried in my palm.

Now, I feel that pain.

I pulled my claw from my palm and covered my hand. God, I hope no one saw that.

Zack grabbed napkins from his tray and cleaned up the bloody mess on the table. He handed me a few more clean ones. I took them, gladly.

"What's wrong with you today?" Luke asked as he turned to face me more.

"I'm just-uh. I'm just tired. I haven't been able to sleep very well lately. I thought I was asleep," I lied.

"I can tell you're lying," Zack said with a knowing look on his face.

"It's my problem. I can deal with it on my own, I'm fine," I smiled at them.

They all sighed and looked away. I wiped the, now healed, wound and stood up with the bloody napkins. I walked to the trash can.

Marcus stood talking to Dani with a smile on his face by their table, which was relatively close to the trash can.

I can never hate Marcus. Not like I hate Andrew and Steve. He was my friend before the bite and he helped me. He always helps me.

To make the very long story short about us, my granddad ran the hunting group before he died. Marcus's dad was my mom's good friend. We grew up together. But, since the bite, we've grown apart. He helps me, though.

Marcus noticed me and walked to my side as I got to the trash can.

"You killed Carole?" He asked in disbelief.

I shrugged and looked at him. "I have bigger issues to worry about then her. I'm sorry if that is some sort of disrespect or anything, but I have bigger shit on my mind right now," I spat at him. I wasn't necessarily angry at him. I was just angry in general.

"What is bigger than you killing someone? I remember you telling me you wouldn't kill anyone intentionally," he spat back.

"She was trying to kill Luke!" I almost shouted. "Look, I'm sorry. I know she was like another mom to you, but I have to protect the people I love," my voice came out softer and in a low tone.

"Luke? That's the kid you've been hanging around. What is he like your boyfriend or something. He's a human, Claire. Werewolves and humans aren't supposed to be...together," he said matching my lower tone.