beautiful Mistake

chapter 2

I had run myself out of the regular mathematics classes two years ago, and walking back into the woods room after a year was like coming home. Instead of taking a math class, last year I had been forced into a program that involved numbers, and since I hadn’t expected to be free from math classes, I was too flustered to choose. But being forced into Woods was probably the best choice I hadn’t made.Just the thought of being able to make the coffee table that currently stood inmiddle of my living room, or the clock that hung over the mantel, with my bare hands no less, that just filled me with a sense of accomplishment that doing math problems hadn’t done so far. The smell of sawdust was pungent in the air, practically visible in the dimly lighted room. The hum of the electricity running through the machines before they turned on was a friendly reminder that I would be working with them soonh. I went over to the worn down, sanded bar stool that practically had my name on it, resting my hand back on the same indentation that was there from when I accidently missed the wood piece and smacked the hammer straight into the wooden tabletop. Other students started filing in, I was surprised that Kyle hadn’t joined woodshop again, but apparently he had wanted to be in the cooking class with Rebecca. How had I missed the fact they had been a couple since the beginning of the summer? My ignorance escapes even me sometimes.Another thing about this class; I’m the only girl. You would think that would be hard, but I found myself blending more into the crowd here, they didn’t really judge me on how my hair was today, or what make-up I wore. In some aspects, guys were a lot easier to get along with. Class started like normal; the teacher, Mr. Dubose, droning on and on about safety precautions. Tomorrow he would apologize about having to go through this but it was “school regulations”, we knew it all like the back of our hand, because if we disobeyed any of the rules, the backs of our hands might end up not being there anymore. That feeling, when you know that someone is staring at you. The back of your head numbs except for the two heated spaces like eyes, lazered in on your hair. I shifted in the stool, careful not to make it scrape against the cement ground, giving a nonchalant glance behind me. My eyes met steady silver ones, that bore into me like beams of fire. I stood frozen for a moment, becoming entranced in thereflection that they were giving off in the lighting. “Is everything alright, Miss. Williams?” Mr. Dubose broke my concentration on the guy’s eyes, and I reacted quickly, reaching to the ground, “Yeah, just dropped my pencil,” I said picking up an imaginary pencil off the ground, giving another brief glance at the guy. He was staring at the teacher with a blank expression again. I did the same, trying to puzzle over the fact; did I know him?
u know that guy that sits behind you in College Writing?” I asked Quinn at lunch as we shuffled through the slowly moving line to get food at the snack bar. I had been finding him in almost every of my classes, and it was starting to bug me; an itch that I had no possibility to scratch it. She thought for a moment, “Yeah,” she said, snatching up a soft pretzel, and pouring hot cheese into a Styrofoam cup. “What’s his name?” I asked casually, not bothering to touch anything in the line. It all looked awful, grease filled and butter saturated a weight that I didn’t need resting on my stomach. She laughed, “You don’t know his name?” I gave her a confused look, arching an eyebrow, was I supposed to? “That’s Tristan Everdeen; he has been in our classes for the past eight years, Sam. You know sometimes I wonder if you are losing it,” she said punching in her code into the check out. That was my second mistake, trying to investigate something that had I had no business bothering with. It was my nature though, when something bothered me, I fixed it. “Hmm…” was all I responded, and we sat down besides the group. Rebecca, Kyle, Quinn, and me. Kyle and Rebecca were both snacking off of the same basket of fries that they had gotten from the snack bar, their hands laced together under the table. My head was resting on my arm propped up, as I listened vaguely towards their conversation. Staring out the window, I saw flecks in the leaves as they blew in the now steady wind,flecks of silver shone in the silver maples. All the flecks turned into eyes that continued to stare at my every movement, and I shivered at the connection between the innocent thing as the trees and the guy, Tristan, who seemed to be everywhere. Well except here, I didn’t see him at lunch, I probably would’ve noticed. I guess you could say I was paranoid, like a person is when they have a stalker. Did I have a staker. no. Why would a stalker go through all the trouble to make sure they had almost every single class with you? Well, that is a very stalker-ish thing to do. Something was thrust in front of my face, and I blinked back into reality, looking blankly at the bit of cheese coated pretzel that was practically touching my nose. “You must eat, Sam,” Quinn stressed, “you are picking back up on your old habits again,” I sighed, “I’m not hungry…” I said pushing her hand away from dangling in front of my face, “and anyway you my stomach grumbled in complaint to the objection of the food, but I ignored it, I could eat better at home. I had a big enough stomach as it is. “So…what classes do you have next?” Rebecca asked, tearing her gaze away from Kyle long enough to acknowledge the two of us, but the question was directed towerds me g much, I have Chemistry II and then Art, but I get sixth hour off,” I grinned as their mouths fell open. “How did you manage to get your class cut out?” Kyle exclaimed, almost about ready to through the box of French fries at my face in jealousy. I shrugged, “I guess that’s what you get when you happen to be a super nerd like me,” The bell rung again for the end of lunch and the three of them groaned as they. 
silver eyed Tristan who seemed to shadow my every move. It felt extremely weird to be walking straight out of school at the start of supposed sixth hour, almost as if my instincts were screaming at me that I was breaking the rules. Except I wasn’t. My backpack was slung over my shoulder, light in the grace of the first day of school, by tomorrow it would be full of pointless books of homework that would sap my life away. I passed the window of the Anatomy room, and saw Quinn trying to listen attentively to the teacher, and for some reason I snickered. I felt bad. The sidewalk was silent, not even the cars in the parking lot were making much noise, this side of town was relatively quiet this time of day, everyone away at work, or in school, so I felt as if I were the last person on earth. Tomorrow I would definitely take my car, I needed to break it out of itscocoon in the garage and get it used to being run again so it wouldn’t die unexpectedly. Plus I could feel the way the wind and sweeping trees promised the fact that fall was coming, fast. Then a snarl broke the silence. I froze mid-step, glancing around frantically in the general direction I had heard it from. Silence echoed eerily as I gazed into the darkened woods, the same ones I had kicked a stone in earlier. But the moment I took another step to leave another snarl shattered my silence. Not thinking in the slightest I stepped into the underbrush, trying to squeeze myself through the poking and prodding twigs that jabbed out in odd angles from its source. This was my third mistake of the day, and I was positive from that point on not the worst of the mistakes I would be making in my near future. Struggling, trying to get there faster as I heard the snarls and growls grow more and more animate. I burst into a small clearing to see two men neck and neck with each other, both looking like their veins
would burst out of their necks in anger. Neither noticed me in the slightest, both caught up in an intense fight by the looks of it. I looked more into the two people, and immediately recognized familiar silver eyes, even if they weren’t scrutinizing me as per usual. “Tristan?” I asked, my voice echoing in the clearing. But I had spoken one second too late, because in an exploden, both men burst into balls of snarling muscle and fur. They both turned into giant wolves, aiming at the others necks with their sharp canines.