Mighty (werewolf, bwwm)

Chapter 12

Sage's POV**

The worst thing about orientation is how boring it is. I haven't even been here for long and I already want to go to sleep. So far I have been here for 1 out of the 6 classes I have to take. Basically what's happening is that the students have to go to each class and meet their teachers. The teachers then debrief us on what class is going to be like with them. Of course I don't have to go in any specific order, but I think it makes more sense to just go down the list. Mitch and I are going to have AP geometry together with Mr. Foster. We both agreed that we liked him very much.

Next I have psychology but Mitch does not. He points me in a direction and tries to explain how to get there but I'm honestly terrible with directions.

"I'll find it don't worry. And if not then I'll just ask someone for help" I explain.

"Okay well let me give you my number at least so that I can text you and try to find you for later" he responds.

"Sounds good." I pull out my phone and hand it to him. "I'll text you now so that you have my number" I state. With that, I spin on my heels and try to find my way to Psychology with Mrs. Omans.

I walk down a long hallway that is red and silver. I walk slowly taking in all of the scenery. There are beautiful paintings and pieces of artwork on the walls and I see lots of accomplishments from the sports teams in the display cases.

I stop to briefly look at all of the medals and trophy's won by each team. As I continue walking I hear something small fall onto the ground. I turn around and realize my headphones fell out of my back pocket. I forgot I even put them in there. I bend over to pick them up and see that my shoe laces are about to come untied. Of course they are.

"I swear converses can never stay tied" I mumble out loud.

Picking up my phone I check the time and realize I only have a few minutes to figure out where I'm supposed to be going. I quickly stand up and spin around to walk in the direction of where my class is supposed to be. I see a sign that says A200-A230 was to my right. Good. Psychology is room A222. I quickly turn around the corner only to run into a hard body. I let out a startled squeak as my body falls onto the hard floor. Ouch that hurt. I take a look at my hands which are now red and sore.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" a deep voice grumbles.

My body shivers a little at the comment. I forgot I wasn't the only one here. I look up and quickly assess the damages I've made. I see papers all over the floor and a brief case all the way open. I look up to see a very large man rubbing his face in frustration.

"Oh my GOD I'm so sorry! Here let me help you" I quickly start picking up some of the pages and try to put them in. A neat pile. I feel terrible.

"I don't have time for this shit you know. I have a very important meeting to get to." He says in a sarcastic tone. He squats down to collect the rest of his papers as well. He then tucks the pages he retrieved neatly into his brief case and stands. I also stand up and struggle to get the papers in order. I already messed him up, no need to give him messed up papers as well. Once I get the papers back into the Manila folder I hand it to him.

"Here you go. I'm really sorry for bumping into you" I say.

I attempt to look up at him and try to show him how sincere I am but I failed to realize how tall he really is. My eyes are met with his rock solid chest.

I slowly lift my head to meet his eyes so I can apologize correctly. I try not to let my eyes linger on his nice abs or his broad shoulders or his intoxicating scent. He smells really good. When we finally make eye contact my breath is caught in my throat. He is a beautiful man. He looks delicious in the navy blue suit he's wearing. I find myself gawking at his flowy brown hair and those intriguing bluish-brown eyes. I'm awestruck for a moment. I stare at him waiting for him to comment and accept my apology.

The man stares back at me quizzically. He's quite intimidating. Instead of talking, his eyes wander all over my face and he does a quick once over of my body. His eyes rest back on my face and he lifts his nose in the air and squints his eyes as if he is smelling something. I bite my bottom lip to relieve my nerves as I stand under his scrutiny. That seemed to get his immediate attention because his eyes instantly focused onto the bottom lip between my teeth. His intense gaze makes me squirm and I start to feel a little hot.

He swallows loudly and then clears his throat. "Stop that" he demands.

His harsh tone scares me a little and I quickly oblige. I take a step back and nervously speak.

"Well I better get going. I'm really sorry once again" I say softly.

"Well you better watch where the hell you're going next time!" He spits, and stomps away. I stand there confused for a second. What the fuck..

How rude is he? I mean I apologized a million times and helped him pick up his things, the least he could do is say thank you. His mom should've raised him better. I brush myself off and continue to walk to room A222. I open the door and walk inside to be greeted by a short woman. During her debriefing she manages to make me laugh quite a few times and helps me forget all about the rude man in the hallway. I can already tell she's going to be my favorite teacher.

The rest of my classes went by fairly quickly and I met back up with Mitch along the way. Once we were done we headed back to the front of the school to get to our vehicles. "So since you're new around here how about I get you acquainted with some of the other folks around here? My friend Tate is throwing a banger this weekend." he suggests.

"Eh I don't know. I've been to a few parties and they're okay but they aren't really my scene. Just a bunch of boring people standing around drinking or smoking. Only like three people dance and stuff. Not really my definition of fun to be honest." I reply.

"Nah you haven't been to a party like Tate's . He's a friend of mine and lives in this huge mansion. Has a pool, all these different kinds of games and a great DJ. He always invites a bunch of people over to kick off the new school year. It's a blast and I know you'll enjoy it. If you want to drink or smoke or something and you have to crash there, there's plenty of spare rooms. I can hook one up for you." He smiles brightly at me. I can tell he really wants me to go.

"Fine" I sigh. "But I better enjoy it or I'm gonna come after you." I tease.

"It's a deal. I'll pick you up around 9 on Friday." He gives me a hug and a friendly peck on the cheek. "See ya sweet cheeks" he says and hops into his car.

I roll my eyes and wave goodbye before hopping into my own vehicle and heading home .