For Moon's Sake!

Chapter 4: Lunch Served Challenging She-Wolf

School was boring. Seriously, I about fell asleep in three of my classes. If it wasn’t for the stares I was getting from 1/3 of my class and the glares I was getting from another 1/3, I probably would have slept peacefully. But a girl’s gotta stay awake to guard her own ass. After all, my twin had no trouble growling at me like a big fat grump and snoring away on his desk. Yep, I see the thanks I get for trying to get him revenge. See if I wish him happy birthday tomorrow.

               By the time lunch rolled around, I was pretty irritated by my fellow student body. Getting constant looks from them all bugged the shit out of me to no end as well as made me want to start a food fight just so they would have something else to do. Of course, I didn’t. I mean who wastes food?

               Stomach growling – wait maybe that was the guy behind me, I can’t be sure ─ I grabbed a lunch tray and eye-raped the school choices until I settled with a school attempt at a burger, smothering the mystery meat burger in ketchup, mustard, and soon to be mayo when I reached my usual spot. I also threw on ranch for the fries, a pile of pickles, and what looked like some kind of fruit and whipped cream desert. Topping it off with 2% chocolate milk (damn health nuts), I made my way to click my school ID code in and sit down at a shaded table near the back.  

               Not five minutes later, my brother plopped down beside me sporting a shiny black eye, my fork full of pickles stopping midway to my mouth.

               “Who the fuck did that to your face?”

               James grunted and picked at his food, not looking at me.

               This, for some reason, pissed me off and I reached out grabbing his chin and pulled his face close to mine. “I repeat, who the fuck am I going to tear apart for doing that to your face?”

               James whined a little, licking his chapped lips. “You didn’t really repeat yourself, Rue-“

               “Don’t change the subject!”

               He signed and tore his face out of my hand, placing his fork down in what looked and smelled like some weird attempt at goulash. “Eric Manning, Ryan’s soon to be third and first enforcer of the pack. He cornered me outside gym and sucker punched me thanks to you telling them I slept with Wendy.”

               I growled under my breath, my eyes flickering from face to face until they landed on Eric Manning’s cheeky face. My lip pulled up and I snarled.

               He must have heard, his head whipped up to look in my direction, my eyes no doubt sending silver daggers his way. He just raised an eyebrow at me and smirked. Bastard!

               “He is so dead.”

               My brother turned to blink his good eye at me – you know, the one that wasn’t swollen. “He’s a year older than you and has already had his shift. He would beat you to death with one of your own arms.”

               “Bring it,” I growled in challenge his way, wiping that smirk right off his face.

               My brother’s hand came up and slammed hard into my forehead to get my attention. Frowning, I glanced at him, keeping my main eye contact on Eric. “What?”

               “Well, dear sister, one we are still at school, so you can’t go challenging people to fights unless their human. Two, you just issued a challenge, and according to the law of the pack, you have to wait until your first shift to fulfill that challenge, meaning the rat bastard over there can tackle you the moment you begin shifting tomorrow.”

               My mouth made an ‘O’ in understanding. In other words, when I lay withering on the ground tomorrow during my birthday celebration with James, Eric could shift and chew my face off. Well wasn’t that just a wonderful present? ‘Oh Eric, I’ve always wanted to look like mincemeat! You’re just the best!’

               My brother actually laughed, hearing my thought through our link. His reaction actually caused Eric to frown, confused. Sometimes it was good to be a twin.

               Taking a bite out of my quote on quote hamburger, I sighed inwardly. ‘Well, if he decides to play dirty while I’m screaming my head off during the first change, then I guess we will all see him for the coward he really is.’

               With that fun thought along the image of my face resembling mincemeat, I dumped my trash and headed off to class to finish the rest of the day in a doom and gloom mood. I mean seriously, it’s not every day you challenge an enforcer, remember your pack laws, and get laughed at your brother who is to blame for it all. Seriously if James would keep mini James in his pants I wouldn’t be in this damn mess!

               Damn hormonal teenage werewolves! Damn them, I say!