Broken

Run In

Chapter 8

A few days have passed since my "encounter" with Eric. I really want to say that I feel like an empowered woman fo the way I handled it, but really, I feel like complete and utter poo. I'm not sure which is worse, that my parents never once noticed that something was wrong, or that Eric hasn't even tried to approach me. I hate to admit it, but I rather have the later one happen before anything. I have tried to stay positive about things, but it's pretty hard when my wolf keeps muttering stuff in my head like a dang mental patient. Yes, Wolfie, he rejected us. The one person made to accept up has rejected us. But on the bright side, we can grow old with hundreds of kittens in the house and scare away innocent children by throwing those very cats at them if they dared to come in our yard...

Oh god.

While in my rantings I was having in my head, my horrid Spanish teacher was trying to say something. What that something was, I really have no idea. It amazes me how this woman keeps blabbering on and on when really, the only people listening was the teacher's pets that practically worships at her feet for an A. Pathetic.

The bell finally rung for the end of class and I pretty much ran to the door. This was pretty surprising considering that I was one of the most lazy werewolves ever.

And one of the most clumsy.

This was proven when I stepped over the doorways and, in my rush to leave, fell right on my face. Perfect. Just flipping perfect. And does anybody try to help me? No, of coarse not.

"Stupid flippin people leaving me on the stupid flippin floor." I muttered. " Do you want some help? Nooo of coarse not, please just leave me in peace while I eat the floor." I said sarcastically to myself. Yes, I talk to myself, but really, everybody does.

"Are you done talking to yourself yet like the freak you are?"

I shot up at the sound of his voice. That wonderful, beautiful voice.

Ah crap.

I hurriedly jumped to my feet and grabbed my books that splattered all over the floor when I decided to do a face-plant. I thought he would be nice for once and help me pick up my books and we'd do that thing in the movies where we'd pick up the same book and passionately kiss.

No such luck.

"Guess your not done." I heard him mutter.

"What?" I asked.

"I was talking to you, freak. Or were you just ignoring me?"

"I-I wasn't ignoring you. I just tend to block things out..." I stuttered.

"Whatever. Not worth my time anyways." And with that, he turned on his heel, and strutted away. Jerk.

Why did the fates put me with him?