Judged(PDH Boys x Reader)

~Chaos~

"Did you hear what he said about the werewolves in this school?!?" People whispered among the halls. "I know, he's such a jerk!" People said, feeling pity for all of us. "Especially since his best friend is a werewolf herself..."
    A lot had happened in the next week. I started a fight, caused drama. Zane and I were no longer on speaking terms (Again...) and I acted like I didn't know about Dante's little secret. Not only that, but Zane found out what happened through Balto himself....The aftermath? This.

I turned the hall, at that moment, Zane turning around to yelp, "Stop it!!" at the male werewolves laughing and throwing sticks at him, mocking him from his statement he threw at the male alpha yesterday at noon. He turned, me having tears in my eyes and staring straight at him. My ears and tail hung low in depression. "So that's what you think us? Us werewolves?" I began to question, the obvious pain in my eyes. "Gullible, ignorant idiots?!?" I screeched at him. He looked in shock at my ears and tail, his one eye showing remorse and regret. He reached out with his hand,-the one without his school books- preparing to explain to me... But I was too quick. "I hate you Zane!" I said, showing my hate and disgust in my facial expressions, as warm tears pierced and burned my face. I didn't wait for a response. I turned on my heel and walked off, seeing the boys laughing and yelling, "'Why don't you go fetch?!?'" something that Zane had said I long time ago. "WHY YOU LITTLE!" I heard him scream as he chased them through the hall. I cried a bit... 'one of my only true friends...' I thought. 'He made fun of me... and everyone else....' I hadn't walked far before I ran into the one who practically started it all. Gene. My eyes looked in disgust.
"Hello, little freshman..." His voice sounded echoed to me through all the chaos... I looked upon him, knowing how proud he probably was that he did this.
"Gene." I spoke clearly and sharply. He just kept the same smirk on his face and stared into my soul... at least that's how he wanted it to seem like. "See you still won't let go of my brother." As if on cue, Dante walked over, obviously having been looking everywhere for Gene and I. "Hey brother!" Dante beamed at Gene. A smile grew over Gene's disapproving face, as he tried to beam back. "Dante! Long time no see!" Gene joked. They both laughed since they had just seen each other a few hours earlier, and Dante turned to look at me. That's when he noticed the tear stains on my face. His face went silent and cold. "Who...and why?" He remarked, he was seemingly angered at whoever had made me cry. Gene walked off.
I exhaled, sighing with a sigh of relief that Gene had gone off. I then looked up at his saddened face and stammered."Zane..." I looked fearfully, not wanting my boyfriend to be angry at one of my greatest friends... even if he had hurt me. Dante stared at me, him trying to think. He knew how close Zane and I were...or used to be. Plus there was the fact that he was a sophomore, and Zane was a freshman. Dante sighed and calmed down. "Trust me," He stated, "You'll be better off talking with your friends who are actually girls, since-as you can see....I really have no clue how to help you with that one." He laughed, me starting to burst out with laughter too. He then gave me a kiss on the cheek, and started to walk down the hallway, leaving to go home with his brother. I was about to leave for home, feeling a whole lot better than I had only a few minutes ago.
     'What is wrong with me? Am i really forgiving him?!?' I shook my head. By now it was Friday, and I just wanted to move on from the original reason this catastrophe started with.
     
      So I know this story is probably just a mess and all, but thank you so much if you've actually stuck around and continue to read this story. I honestly feel like I can't really put my heart into writing this anymore....
      ~Your grateful little werewolf,
                   Isabelle