Catch Me (Werewolf)

Chapter Two

The New Transfer

A week later...

I sauntered my way along the hallways, heading to my locker. I parted with a grumpy Elena - who was having her time of the month; periods - before weaving my way past the crowds.

When I shut the door of my locker, my hair was suddenly pulled to the back, exposing part of my bare skin. Instinctively, I clenched my fists and elbowed the person on the stomach. I felt the grip on my hair loosened, a groan followed.

I turned to face the person, realising it was Lance, former high school big bully. "What do you want?" I growled, gritting my teeth as I grasped onto him by his collar.

I could still remember how he used to bully me because I had no dad. I used to break into fights with him, even now. He never changed and so did I.

I just couldn't believe that he would transfer himself into this college. It seemed like he had missed our fights so much that he had transferred here specially to see me.

The thought made me mentally gag, making me clench my jaws in anger. I fisted my right hand into a ball before I punched him on his face. He let out another groan before I slammed him against one of the locker, creating a dent on it.

A triumphant smirk made its way to my lips before my eyes darkened completely. "Do not pester me again. You hear me, Lance?" I growled warningly before I turned to leave.

Realisation dawned on me that I had attracted the attention of the entire campus. I sighed, waiting for the discipline headmaster to emerge from the crowds and drag me to the detention room. I didn't mind, at least I could skip most of the lessons before escaping for the last lesson; art.

I would die without an art lesson. Perhaps art was my only motivation for attending classes when I could run through the forests in my wolf form or go for a spin in my baby to small towns in the outskirts of the city.

A cough pulled me back to reality, making me sigh momentarily. I looked up to see Mr. Hayfields glaring at me. "I will see you in the detention room, Miss Clarkson." I shrugged nonchalantly before hoisting my bag as I walked through the path that the crowds had paved.

At the end of the crowds, I found Elena shooting me a you-are-in-a-deep-trouble look. I rolled my eyes at her, stuffing my fingers in my jeans pocket in boredom.

I strolled into the detention room like I have been here for a thousand times before sitting down on the table opposite Mr. Hayfields. His back stiffened as he narrowed his eyes on me. I could see that he was very pissed off with my behavior.

I couldn't care less anyway.

My fingers searched for a paper and pen before I creased my eyebrows in concentration as I wrote down my standard 500 words reflection. Since he never bothered to mark the reflections, I just wrote down the same words.

I mentally smiled at the thought that I could get this detention period over like how I used to throughout the two years in college. I could easily complete my reflection and waste my time folding papers into some useless models before leaving for art lesson if I had on that day.

As per normal, I completed my reflection and left it on his table before resting my head on my arms as I wordlessly folded the paper into something which appeared in my mind.

"You know," He started, trying to gain my slightest attention. I nodded for him to continue as I focused on the paper crane I was folding. "actually you are not a bad person." I raised my eyebrows at his words, my shoulders sagged a little.

At least he tried to understand me so I should show that I was interested in what he has to say. "You just had a complicated past and pushed yourself to the rebellious side. I-I know how it works since I have seen it with my very own eyes before-" I raised a hand to stop him, my eyebrows furrowing as I frowned at his words.

"But, you have never experienced it yourself. So, stop trying to persuade me to be good because I never am and never will. Good day to you, Hayfields." I pursed my lips and walked off, heat rising within me.

I was practically fuming because he acted as if he understood but he never would if he hadn't experience it.

"Try getting raped by a 'step dad' and have your mom to see it for herself to believe what you have been saying about your psychotic 'step dad' is true." I badly wanted to say it in his face but I held myself from doing that.

It was useless wasting my saliva on someone unimportant. For now, I just wished Lance and Nathaniel would both get out of my life. I had enough of all these bullshit.

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I hurriedly pushed open the doors before entering the classroom, gaining inquisitive stares. Mr. Randy gave me a knowing look before continuing his lesson. My eyes darted around the classroom to find the absence of my mate.

I heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on my usual spot, plugging in my ear pods as I paid attention to his lesson. I feigned interest on using the different shapes to form abstract art when in actual, my mind was flooded with thoughts on Hayfields know-it-all attitude.

To say I was affected badly was an understatement. I hated how people comment on the causes of our behavior when they haven't experienced first hand. They know absolutely nothing so why should they act as if they do?

Filled with irritation, I finally decided that I couldn't focus on the lesson on hand now. I needed an escape. I crept silently through the sliding doors and walked down the balcony as I headed out of the building.

Just as I had stepped out of the building, I felt the wind brushed past my cheeks, my hair swept to the side. I tucked strands of hair behind my ears before heading towards the forests ahead of me.

As I went deeper into the forests, I noticed the campus getting further away from me. At that moment, I felt absolutely irritated for all the problems which kept rising to the surface bit by bit. Even the past had to add on to my troubles.

A loud piercing growl caught my attention. I sniffed into the surroundings and felt that my mate was nearby. I followed the trail of his scent and was led deeper into the woods until the soles of my boots landed on a brittle twig, snapping it into two.

A large grey wolf emerged from a corner before his eyes narrowed on me. I felt uncomfortable under his stare. It was as if he was feasting on my body.

Suddenly, he took a few steps back before another large wolf appeared. His coat was pure black, his eyes capturing my attention, literally making me freeze in my spot.

I silently gasped in surprise. It was Nathaniel's wolf.  

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