SUPERNATURAL BEGINNINGS [On Hold]

Chapter sixteen - Arguments

*Myka's POV*

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Throughout the whole day I couldn’t concentrate in class. All that kept running through my head was the sound of the principal when he said ‘detention’. It just kept repeating. Detention, detention, detention… I’ve also been avoiding Gale as much as possible. Straight after Principal Franklin left, he pretty much just blew up. Quickly I ran away saying we had to get to class and ever since I’ve been making excuses not to talk. In class I pretended to be concentrating, and during lunchtimes I made excuses of wanting to do extra homework as study. There were only three minutes until the bell rang for the end of school and I was trying to think of a way to escape to detention without having to talk to Gale. All day he’s also been trying to get a detention but all the teachers were adamant about not giving him one. I knew he was angry and I was hoping to avoid his anger until after detention and we were back at the house. Not going to happen. As soon as the bell rang, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door running. He was so fast that none of the others were able to follow us. He dragged me to the back of the school and behind one of the art classrooms, pinning me with my back on the brick wall and him in front.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said in a low voice.

“Because I didn’t want anything like this to happen.” I snapped back.

“Well it did!” He yelled. We were silent for a moment as I heard him take deep breaths trying to calm himself.

“Gale,” I started cupping his face in my hands. “It’s just detention. I’ll be sitting in a classroom in silence with a teacher watching for an hour, and as soon as it’s over we’ll just go straight back to the house.” I said soothingly. He was quiet for a moment.

“Only one other person has detention with you today. Do you know who that is? Kaycee. Daniels.” He practically spat her name out. I felt all the colour drain from my face.

“No…” I whispered. He just stared at me, his eyes huge. I took a big breath hoping my voice wouldn’t shake when I spoke next.

“It’ll be fine. Kaycee can’t do anything; there’ll be a teacher there.” I said cringing from how scared and hopeless my voice sounded. I wanted to sound confident, not scared.

“And what if the teacher leaves? Then what?” He asked.

“I, I don’t know.” I stuttered.

“You are not going to detention today.” He growled angry once again forcing me to shrink back further.

“And then what Gale? I’ll just get even more detention tomorrow.” I told him also getting angrier.

“We’ll sort something out. I’m sure Marcus can do some magic or someone can do some mind controlling.” He said.

“No.” I shook my head. “No Gale. I am not going to just let people mess around in others heads just so I don’t have to go to detention.”

“You are not going to that room with Kaycee, alone.” He growled grabbing my wrists.

“You can’t control me all the time Gale!” I shouted trying to wriggle free from his grasp.

“Myka, you are the one person who can save the entire world. You’re going to risk letting billions of people die just so you can go to detention?” He asked harshly.

“That’s all you care about isn’t it? You don’t even care about what I want or how I’m feeling. I am still a person Gale! Do you know how that makes me feel!? I hate you for it. All you care about is me being ‘The One’. You don’t even think of me as anyone other than The One!” I shouted pulling free from his grasp. Just as I got my hand free, before I could think or even realize that the others had just ran around the corner to us, my hand shot out with a loud clap signaling my hand colliding with Gale’s face. Both Gale and I were shocked, just staring at each other. I could see the anger in his eyes and knew he was about to erupt. Before any of us could even think, I ran away still mad at him. We’d never fought this bad before. Hardly even fought at all until this past month. And now, I had just slapped Gale. The worst part though, was that I didn’t regret it. And even worse than that? I didn’t even get to make it to detention.

 *Gale's POV*

Still shocked and fuming from Myka’s slap, I quickly turned to face everyone else. They all took a step back as if they too were scared of me. Maybe they could sense the mix of emotions I was feeling and knew not to get in my way. I could feel it inside. Just one more tiny push and I was going to explode. It was like my switch was just balancing, not off and safe, but not lit up to explode. I didn’t want them to see me like this. I didn’t want them near when I could feel the animal inside creeping up, ready to pounce and take over. I hated feeling him- it, whatever. My eyes locked with Jenny’s. Hopefully she could understand. I saw the understanding there. With a slight nod I abruptly turned around and took of running, merging with the animal instead of fighting it. I could hear my bones cracking, bending, twisting and breaking, just to shape into the wolf. The pain was indescribable. My skin rippled as fur ripped through. I had to grit my teeth against the pain. Until finally, the pain stopped and I was free to run. The world all around me was a blur as I sprinted as fast as I could, going anywhere just to get away. Away from all the churning emotions in my stomach, away from the longing and pain in my heart, and away from anyone who cared. It was dangerous to care. Anyone who cares either dies, gets hurt or leaves. Just like my mother who died as soon as I was born. Just like my father, who got hurt when I turned and had to make him so mad as to not even care about me when I left to live with the others. Just like Jenny who I’ve had to push away because she cares too much. And just like Myka, who left me because I care too much. She finally had enough of my overprotective self. I couldn’t blame her either, couldn’t blame any of them. I was the reason my mother died. I started that fight with my father. I push Jenny away. I killed that boy that awoken the curse. And because I’m too cowardly to just tell Myka the truth, I make myself so protective. Too protective to the point where she hates me. Because I know Myka. And I know when she hates someone. I saw that gleam in her eye. She hates me, and it’s all my fault. Again.

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A/N:  Make sure to check out the video on the side to get to see all the characters.