BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Turn that fucking thing off!" a voice yells, echoing in my head.
"I am!" I scream groggily.
I rolled off the right side of the bed and on to the floor. I didn't get my feet under me in time. Unfortunately, I can't say that it wasn't the first time. To be precise, it was the fifth time this week and I was wondering if all time advanced physical aspects were worth the ridicule of being a wolf. I grabbed my jeans and my t-shirt that I had laid out the previous night and went and took a shower. I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. I brushed my whitish teeth and shaved my 5 A.M. shadow. I got dressed and threw on a pair of tall socks and grabbed my nicer boots. I shoved my feet in and went to my desk. I looked and the letters from various colleges that I had put in applications for, as well as the military letters that I had gotten from Sargent Hawnt. I took one look at the only pictures of my real parents that I had and smiled. I knew that I was the only orphan here that knew what their parents looked like. I sat down and finished my AP Trigonometry. I needed to figure out a better way of doing the homework that I had at night so that I didn't need to be up by 5:30 every morning. As I finished my last problem, I shoved the notebook and book in my bag and walked towards my bathroom, swinging my strap over my shoulder. I grabbed my cologne and gave it a three squirt burst in a shoulder, middle, and lower chest pattern. At that, I rushed out the door, grabbing my keys as I slammed the door. I tripped myself down the stairs, step after step. I got to my truck and floored it to school. I got to the parking lot and saw that most people had already gotten to class. 'Shit, there goes my day.' I got out and grabbed my bag from the back, locking my doors, and ran for first period. I stopped at the office and snagged a pass so I wasn't late. I got to trigonometry with little problems. I sat down after giving the pass to the old lady that taught it. She just smiled and nodded. She was Fae. She could instantly know exactly what was in my head due to their high level of psychic abilities. Another thing to keep in mind is that Fae don't care about anyone but themselves. They won't even help one another. They also can't lie. No matter how hard they try, they just can't. I watched one actually managed to lie and he burst into a pile of ash. Even I was scared. I started to drift off in my thoughts. I really didn't need to pay attention because I've taken this class five times already. I'm smart. Really smart. I could calculate mass numbers in my head. Even slow time down just enough to dodge a lot of things that are thrown at me. I don't use my telepathy very often. Mainly due to the fact that I can only hear thoughts. I can't control the mind like others, but reading minds can be handy. I also have the ability to use any and all elements. I can even combine them to form other elements. I don't have a ton of practice with those yet. Which reminds me that I needed to practice tonight. Just remembering last week's practice had me feeling wiped. I took a look at Alex, he was one of the five vamps that liked to beat on the other kids. A lot of the kids here didn't even know that the supernatural was only an arm's length away. Vampires are different from any other supernatural. They are stuck-up, better than others attitude, and just complete liars and players. They used their abilities any way they wanted and never worried about the consequences. A lot of them had mainly mental abilities. They were stronger and faster than humans, but I never knew too much on them. Werewolves, like me, are honest and have a hard time saying no. We like to help and it gets hard being the lower class to everyone else. I don't like being this way. I like to help, but to be lower than others just because we can shift into an animal, it's not right.
RING!!!
Great, off to P.E. I didn't have to participate due to the fact of having super strength and speed. The teacher for P.E. was a wolf as well. One of the lucky few who had some ability that allowed him to be part of the upper class. Most of us get stuck with medial jobs that don't pay much. I was lucky with the job that I got. I work construction for Stanley Steele Works. My boss was great. Really, he was. Just demanding sometimes. I did get $35.23 an hour. It did come in handy when you had cash on you. I sat out of class and worked on the 48 problems we had for this assignment. I already knew that Steve, my boss's kid, was making me work till 10 tonight, so I needed to get this done. I rushed through half of it barely aware that I had missed two questions. I went back and filled them in. By that time it was time to go. Third period was AP Literature and then fourth was AP chemistry. Like I said, I was smart. I could easily memorize the whole book in a week. But I liked to hold myself back so that I was with everyone else assignment wise. I had lunch and then fifth I had welding and sixth I had shop internship. After I told my teacher that I needed to get to work, I rushed back to my truck and floored it to work. I pulled into the lot and smiled. I was free of school and life in the world of torture. I got out and grabbed my work clothes. I clocked in and walked passed the desk and straight into the locker room to change. I had my scotched jeans and a non-flammable shirt, plus my work boots, with steel toes. I really didn't need to worry about the fire. I was getting good at controlling that element. There were even times that I welded with my hand and controlled the fire so it was like I was welding with a torch. That's what I did at this site. I was one of the best welders in the state. All I had to do today was weld a few I beams and get on my way home. I started up the scaffolding and reached the area I was working on yesterday. I grabbed the torch and helmet and struck the spark across the gas and watched the flame come to life and dance there until I tightened the nose to a cutting flame. I sat with one leg on either side of the beam so that way I could get the best weld possible and started at it. I fed the wire to the flame so it would melt and sink in between the metal, forming the seal that I wanted. This went on like this for several hours. Someone tapped me on my shoulder, scaring me and I about fell the thirty feet to my death.
"It's just me. Jeez, no need to get yourself killed, you know."
"Well, you scared me. You know I can't hear anything when the flame's going."
"Sorry. I was wondering went you got off?"
"Um....now actually. Do you need a ride?"
"Yeah. If you could that'd be great."
"Okay. Black Ram on 3rd st. Blvd. You won't miss it." I smirked at him. I knew this kid too. But from where?
I finished my last bead and turned the torch off and jumped down the last twenty feet. Would have done the whole thing, but I got scolded the last time. Werewolves can survive any jump. No matter the height. It was something to do with our advanced healing. I took off towards the lockers and changed in record speed. If I had my stop watch, I would have timed it. I was walking fast towards my Ram before I knew it and there he was leaning on the hood, waiting. I gazed at him. Head to toes, there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. Muscles and a tan. My kind of man. He had to be late twenties, but I didn't mind.
"There you are. Thought you got lost. I would have had to find another ride."
I smiled and shook my head. I looked at his face for the first time and about died. Prefect. That's all that came to mind. I looked at his sea green eyes and prefect lips. I had to stop myself from licking my own.
"Get in. Where do you live?"
"Just south of the Orphanage."
my head snapped around and I stared at him with eyes blown wide.
"Really? I live in the Orphanage. I'm on the second floor."
"Huh. I didn't know that. Just thought you were one of those kids who just wanted a job and one that made you look good too. You know, for the ladies." he winked at me.
I just smiled and pulled out and headed for the highway. I passed the Orphanage twenty minutes later and learned that his name was Jack and he lived alone. He lived in one of the cabins at the lake that was five miles south of the Orphanage. It was one of the grounds that my pack ran on. I didn't tell him. Mainly because he was human. I could smell it on him. I pulled in and was told to stop. He wanted to walk from here and I said night and he waved me off. I pulled in to the parking lot in front of the stairs and ran to my room for the night. Practice would have to wait till next time.
