Last I Saw You

FOUR | TOBY

My old man didn't have anything to say about Eric and I, and I thank God for that. Everything was great until he saw my bandaged arm. He ended up taking me to the hospital that afternoon but my doctor's appointment ended up being scheduled sometime during the first week of December so I had to walk around with a splint over my hand till then but having a few broken bones didn't stop me from accepting a challenge.

It was Schuyler Leblanc that had called me out during lunch that Wednesday. I was making my way to the library when it happened and he was just standing in the front near the office where most of the kids would stand during lunch. He saw me walking and strolled forward, planting himself right in front of me with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

"You're Vincent aren't you?" he asked, licking his lips as he smiled at me.

I will admit that back in sixth grade I used to have a crush on him. Could you blame me though? Blonde hair, blue eyes, charming smile, and let's not forget he's rich.

Then sophomore year happened, and I was suddenly the center of attention as some of the other kids in class started getting curious about the newly turned wolf. I went from that hot-headed pup who started fights with whoever whenever to a full-fledged wolf who could call anyone in his own right... And Schuyler took notice.

Being a senior and eighteen he was just now starting his changes. I could smell it on him as his scent was now much stronger. The guy was freshly changed and yet he'd already had nearly a dozen different fights in the past week since he started. I don't know if I was relieved or offended that he hadn't tried to challenge me sooner but here he was now.

He had no real reason to pick a fight with me though. Most guys like him only fought me cause I had enough credit for them to get recognized but not enough to be considered a real threat since I was still pretty young. The basic logic of literally every upperclassmann I've ever challenged. But with Sky it was different seeing as he'd fought guys twice his age, so his only reason for picking a fight with me had to be because he just didn't like me. And that one... maybe seventeen hundred or so times we'd gotten into little alterations throughout our middle and high school years.

Honestly it's a wonder he waited so long to challenge me.

"Yeah. Who wants to know?" I cocked my head to the side as I smiled back.

"Me. I'd like to make a proposal." He crossed his arms over his chest. The crowd started to grow as more kids finished up their lunches. Nice, an audience. He definitely was gonna enjoy that.

"Let me guess, you wanna take me out for coffee after school. Sorry but you're not really my type," I said, taking a slow step back as a few girls behind me started to laugh.

"Very funny Vincent. You know exactly what I stopped you for. I wanna challenge you. You and me, after school at the pool," he sighed, lip curling up at me.

"Sure. It's a date." I reached forward to pat his shoulder. "But not like... A real one. Don't wanna send you any mixed signals."

"Get you fucking hands off me," he growled, jumping back.

Chuckling to myself I shook my head. I wasn't really all that confident in myself though. It was more of a front than anything. I saw what his two older brother had done to other wolves at the pool on the rare occasion where I got to witness their fights. They were ruthless.

What they say about wolves and pack mentality is all a lie though, at least for wild wolves, but in the case of those in captivity it is. You take a bunch of wolves from different packs and force them together they will inevitably clash and begin to create their own hierarchy. The same can be said for both humans and werewolves. We feel the need to create these figure heads and place them on a pedestal to give ourselves a sense of security and order and inevitably end up fighting over said position.