Unordinary

Chapter 15

Taking Mac to the dorm was an awful mistake on my part. He was heavy, about twice the size as me but still around my height. As we reached his room he began to regain consciousness, opening his eyes lazily. "Hey dude, you alright?"I asked, setting him down carefully on his bed. He nodded and frowned at me, tilting his head, then shaking it.

Someone knocked on the door behind us and I looked over my shoulder with a scowl. It must be the nurse checking up on him. "Come on in."I yelled and the girl Mac was talking to earlier in the day walked in, a white bag in her hands. "I was sent here by Miss Thomas to help his wounds. If you mind, they need healing and even the patch won't help him."she said nervously.

I nodded and stepped away from her so she could have some space. Being alone in a room with two tall and strong boys with her petite and small frame could have scared her. Mac stared at her with eyes wide as saucers and turned his head away from her. I could tell he was hurt by something and I folded my arms, walking over to the side he was facing and leaning on his bedpost.

He stared at me pleadingly and I shrugged. "You guys really caused mayhem down there. What for?"the girl asked, trying to make up a conversation. I shrugged again and watched as she attended to Mac's bruises under his shirt, which flowed lightly of purple. She pasted green gel on it and it began to sizzle, showing faint signs of purple in the air.

"Some old enemy tried to take my mate. From the looks of it."I said. 'What happened with you and her?'I asked Mac curiously. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, holding his breath, trying not to show signs of pain. 'She has a fu- freaking boyfriend.'he said and I nodded. 'She can't at least break up with him?' I ask hopefully. He shakes his head and I scoff.

"Is there a conversation I should know about with you wolves?"the girl asked irrationally. "Actually, no."I said and titled my head to look sideways at her. "Is there a problem I should know about with your attitude?"I asked, angered that she rejected Mac enough to hurt him and that she did interrupt our conversation. It was impossible to achieve breaking Mac's heart and I have the faintest idea of what would happen, only that he would go crazy.

"Hey- chill."Mac said. I scowled at him. "How the f!ck am I supposed to chill when-"I began but he cut me off. "Number one, don't use the f word. It's a sin remember? And two, chill."he said even though I knew he had trouble doing it himself. I clenched my jaw and left the room, bumping into the perky guidance counselor who gave me a note that says for me to attend detention. I glared at her blushing face and she paled, power walking away.

"F!ck...."I mutter, not caring about the sin. My whole existence is a sin anyway.

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Renee's P.O.V

The detention teacher was annoying, talking about how we should get to learn about ourselves in order to control ourselves. Publicly.

I and many others had objections, but Edward smirked and whispered in my ear, "Just pretend about your false personality. The class will get the hint but the teacher won't."he said, nearly bursting into laughter. "Mister Jones, would you like to go first?"the teacher asked. He nodded and walked up to the classroom board, erasing everything on it.

"Art,"he said, gracefully moving along the wall and caressing it like a ballerina. "It was my life before I ended up here. The beauty, like capturing the moment on a camera! It was...miraculous!"he yelled, cuddling his arms to his chest then sprouting it out like a blooming flower, straining his veins. "Yes, Mister Jones!"the teacher encouraged. He looked at her with an evil smirk and then back at the class with wide eyes.