Hunted

Chapter 2

You know what's ridiculous?

Calculus.

You would think that because of the amount of times I was dropped as a child would result in me being as dumb as a door nail. Unfortunately not. Some idiot high up in the school system decided it was a good idea to enroll me in AB calculus. They also tried to stick me in dual enrollment, but I refused to accept that.

I've gotta at least have some sort of life, right?

Anyway, back to the point of how stupid this class is. Our current subject is "epsilons and deltas". Complete and utter BS. There are so many more interesting things I could be doing with my life, like watching grass grow or watching the office.

I would prefer any of that to this.

As soon as the third period bell rang, you can bet your ass I was out of there. Before even the people in the front row had set their pencils down, I was a breeze out the door. Nobody could stop me, not even the stern words of Mr. Armentrout. As per usual, Marie was waiting for me outside the door.

"You should really consider dropping down a level, you know that?" she said with her usual perky attitude. Nothing ever seemed demeaning or angry coming from her mouth. No, she could literally tell someone to fuck off and it would come across like a Hallmark greeting.

"Thanks," I replied dryly. "But I rather enjoy my head set firmly on my shoulders. My parents would quite literally feed me to the wolves if I even suggest that."

There wasn't much they cared about, but my academics is certainly one of them. Couldn't let their only child ruin the family name, oh no no no. I had to be in the highest class possible, have the highest grades, and be the perfect student they aspire me to be. It would be outrageous if I even got a single B.

"Well, it's your sleepless nights not mine. Come on, everyone else is waiting for us in the cafe." She grabbed my hand in her vice like grip and began to drag me in the direction of the lunch room.

Oh, and did I forget to mention that she has a minuscule amount of werewolf ancestry that slightly scares me?

Yeah, I think I forgot to mention that.

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After grabbing my simple lunch of an apple and some ramen, I sat down next to Liam. He's probably one of my closest friends, besides Marie. His quiet demeanor is what first drew me to him, but I soon realized it was just a ploy. He is as loud and crazy as the rest of us, but just doesn't like to show it.

"Hey Jax, how was Calc?" he whispered, immediately stealing my apple and taking a bite out of it.

"Marvelous, how was intro to sculpting?" I reply with a purr, snatching my apple back and taking a bite out of the other side. That comment earns me a certain finger under the table.

"Oh, stop flirting you two, I've got some serious tea to spill," Marie interrupts, leaning across the table with that glint in her eye that always makes me nervous. "I heard that a bunch of freshmen saw a pack of werewolves in the woods yesterday."

"Bullshit," Logan replies. "There's barely any of those things left. I highly doubt there's enough order, or numbers, to even form a pack."

Logan is one of Liam's friends that I met last year, when he randomly decided to start sitting with us. I tolerated him just barely the entire year. But this year, I started to warm up to him, but only because of his sarcastic comments towards others.

"Language," I chided, before being interrupted once again. 

"No, not bullshit. They got pictures and everything. One of the guys swears he saw one with silver fur, and another with jet black. Apparently they were running around Arbor Woods, but didn't even bother the freshies. Plus, they said that they all had glowing gold eyes. Didn't you tell us that's a distinguishing feature of a werewolf Jax?"