There's a Werewolf in my Bed!!!

Number 16

School was awful whenever I went back, people were asking me if I was okay- people I didn't even know. Why do people care? Why do I suddenly matter?

The day was filled with people patting me on the back, asking me if I wanted to go places with them... But it wasn't until 7th period that I figured out why everyone was being so nice, they didn't want me to be suspicious... They didn't want me to be suspicious on why every phone was out recording, they didn't want me to acknowledge what was going to happen...

I walked into 7th period to be greeted with a bucket of water and a recycling bin filled with trash.  It covered me. I fished what I could away from my eyes and just saw 20 cameras pointed at me, all recording and taking pictures. I saw August smirking all victoriously, laughing at me. I felt glued to where I stood, I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. I felt paralyzed. And I was. My whole body was cold and I felt like crying, but isn't that what August wants me to do? Make myself look like a pussy to all these people recording me. 

"What the hell!" 

Someone shouted from the class, and I heard clicks of all the cameras turning off. Even I jumped.

"How the fuck do you find this shit funny?!"

My eyes fell on who was talking, Jeremy Smith. He was always quiet, never one to speak up unless it really clicked a nerve with him. Not to mention he was also the wide receiver on the school's football team. Everyone knew who he was, but.. why was he standing up for me?

"You're straight up bullying him to the point of death! You threw him into the lockers the other day and almost got him killed!" 

Jeremy stood up at this point and walked through the crowd, coming up to me. Then, we just locked eyes. But I averted them before things got weird or people got suspicious. I felt a hand close around my forearm and then I was being walked out of class, what.. the.. hell..

"Uhm... Thanks.." I muttered to Jeremy, following behind him without any insight on where we were going. "No one has ever stood up for me.. I'm pretty used to being bullied.."

Jeremy's strawberry blond hair seemed to bounce as he walked, his mud brown eyes focussed on what was around him. "No problem." He said calmly as he opened up a door, then my eyes widened. It was the football locker room. I'd never been in there, like... ever! Mainly because my ass would be beat if I ever even thought about going in there.

"Go and shower, get all that gunk off of you. I've got some jeans in my locker... You can just wear my letter jacket until tomorrow when you can get a clean shirt on." Jeremy told me as he ushered me towards the restroom showers, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone in."

I just gulped and nodded, I trusted him. I walked into the curtained shower and got undressed, almost gagging whenever I smelled my clothes. Yeah, I was throwing those away as soon as possible. I turned the water on and rubbed the junk out of my hair and bathed, now smelling better than I had this morning. 

I spent about 30 minutes under the warm water then I walked out, wrapping a towel around my body and dried my hair with a separate towel. I tossed my nasty ass clothes into the garbage bin and walked out of the bathroom area.

Jeremy was just leaning against the lockers on his phone, he looked like he was playing a game. I walked over to him and smiled gently, "Thanks... again." 

Jeremy nodded then walked over to a large red locker, he opened it and pulled out a pair of jeans and his jacket, "Here you go." 

I dropped the towel and pulled the jeans on over my boxers and pulled my red converse on, then I put Jeremy's letter jacket on and buttoned it up to cover my chest. There was something about wearing that jacket... it made me.. feel... safe. It was pretty big on me, my hands didn't even pop out from the edge of the sleeves. I looked up at Jeremy and saw him staring... at me! I saw a soft pink lighten on his cheeks, was he blushing? 

"You know what? You can um... keep it.. I have others.." Jeremy murmured and then pat my shoulder, "We should get back to class.."

I nodded and turned, I was observing his letter jacket. The patches had his graduation date and several football patches, then on the front it had the number 16 on it and Smith beneath it.. So people would know it was Jeremy's... That would either be good... or fucking bad.. 

Yet I smiled. I smiled real big. No one had ever shown me so much care.. Never would I thought that someone would actually help me from August's bullying. I actually felt like crying happy tears. 

I started walking to the exit and I turned to look at Jeremy whenever I was walking out, I gently waved with the sleeve and left. I began walking to my 8th period class, Jeremy's blond hair and brown eyes just lingering in my head... 

I wonder if he's dating anybody...