Not a him (Editing)

Chapter 6

I can't be with him.

It's not right, I just can't be with him.

"Why are you so quiet," Nash breathed in my ear.

Shivers were sent through my spine.

"Im thinking," I tried to sound harsh but failed. He's so damn close!

I moved away from him, but he moved closer, if that's even possible. How did h even move his desk so close to me.

"I moved to get away from you, not for you to get closer," I snapped.

"Johnson, is there something you need to share with class," Coach Curtly, my history teacher, asked.

"Just that she loves me," Nash says before I can say anything.

"No! no I don't," I screamed.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't love you... at least I don't think I do, but that's not the point, I'm not suppose to be with you. Our kind don't get along!"

"What are you taking ab-"

"We are not suppose to be mates. We are not suppose to get along. Werewolves and werecats DON'T-GET-ALONG!"

Gasps came from around the room, making me realize what I just said.

I covered my mouth and mumbled 'shit' under my hand.

I super speeded my way out of there - not wanting to know what comes next.

'Well since your loud mouth told everyone, I don't have to hide our scent,' my cat said.

I felt a burst of power go through me from my feet to my head.

My hair seemed to be shining a more pure white and I could feel my eyes shining through my contact.

I quickly took them out and was about to put them in my contacts case when I began to hear multiple snarls.

I turned around and saw two wolves attempting to scary me.

"This will be fun."

The man, also known as my Spanish teacher lunged, trying to tackle me. A quick punch him in the nose stopped his action. I gave him a round house kick to his face, sending him to the floor. I bent down and snapped his neck.

He's not dead, that can't kill wolves.

The girl with red hair ran at me with wolf speed.

I stepped out the way and clotheslined her, sending her on her back.

Was that awesome or what. It's times like this that I thank my dad for training me.

From behind me, three more wolves circled around me, snarling.

"Stop! stand down," a sweet authoritative voice came from behind them.

Nash walked in front of them and looked at me with a sad face.

"Is this why you said those things?"

"What else would it be about," I silently huffed.

"Your my mate. Your mine no matter what you are or say."

"Stop being poetic, it's making me want you," I snarl.

"Then want me I'm all yours, join my pack and be my luna."

"I want nothing to do with your kind. Your kind killed my family and pride," tears rolled down my cheeks.

Visions of her being ripped apart came into my mind.