Comes with the Territory

Chapter 15 CWT

“You’re sitting in my seat,” someone growled from behind me, and I look out of the corner of my eye to see a girl, all dressed in black, glaring at me. What is it with people in this school and growling? I mean, can’t we all just be nice to one another? I say we all hold hand and sing Kumbaya around some campfire that will hopefully not lead to the burning of the surrounding trees. But I digress. I turned slowly, wanting to create suspense before facing my opponent. She was tall, dressing in formfitting black skinny jeans that clung to her leg, a black leather jacket, and a tight black V-neck. She looked fierce, with the thick black eyeliner and dark eye shadow, and her black high-heeled boots tapping against the shiny floor.

“This is your seat?” I asked, looking her straight in the eye. Her lip curled in distaste as she kept silent, only her eyes sending me the message of ‘go flack yourself’. I looked down at the brown desk, which was shiny and not covered in graffiti, like my old school’s desks were.

“I don’t see your name on it,” I told her, patting the surface lovingly. Her glare intensified, and I felt the icky feeling you get when a person’s Inner Animal that hates you comes out to play.

Really, Hellcat, do we have to go through this again? I asked as my tongue got fuzzy. She wasn’t as strong as Mr. D, but she wasn’t a pansy, either.

High school is very important for our kind; it shows you where you stand in our world. So dominance fights are very common, and sometimes even welcomed, she said, causing me to sigh. Okay, so this chick wants to sit in this desk, eh? Well then, I’ll just have to do something really stupid and rash, now wont I? So, I stuck my tongue out, bent my head down, and licked the length of the desk. The waves of dominance vanished as she stared at me, confused.

“Did you just lick my desk?” she asked her voice hollow. I looked up at her, and nodded happily.

“Yep, and it tasted like pancakes,” she shook her head at me, and her eyes regain that angry fire once more.

“You are below me, new girl. Don’t think you can come here and do what you want without a fight,” she growled, cracking her knuckles and sending me waves again.

Alrighty then, Hellcat. Will you do the honors? I asked, standing up from my seat and making her step back.

With pleasure, Mica, she purred dangerously, twitching in my mind with excitement. I felt the warmth tingling in my core, and I knew she felt it as well, because her attack stopped and her face contorted into discomfort.

“My name is Mica, and I’m the new Third of the Pazarie Pack. It is nice to meet you, doll, but you really have to be nicer to people. I would give you back your desk, but I licked it, so it has my cooties on it, and that doesn’t sound very appealing, now does it?” I asked, reigning Hellcat in and releasing her from my power. She nodded vigorously, her face pale and shaking as she scurried away to the empty seat in the back of the class. SO I guess this means she doesn’t want to be my friend, wither? Pity.

“Okay class, welcome back from Thanksgiving break,” Mr. Deming’s said as the bell rang, and the last student scurried into class. He sat on his desk, a shiny red apple being tossed from hand to hand as he looked relaxed and surprisingly bad ass.

“Are you guys as stuffed as I am?” he asked, chuckling along with the class. He cleared his throat, scanning the crowd before his eyes landed on me.

“Well class, we have a surprise today for you. A new student,” there was a collection of murmuring as eyes once again fell on me, and Hellcat shifted uneasily inside of me.

“Will you come up before the class for us,” he asked, motioning to the space beside him. I nodded, hoping up and skipping to the front. As I turned, I inspected the whole class. Opening my mouth, I smelt the air for any trace of human. There was none. I saw some familiar faces for my Pack and Harvey’s, but I wasn’t on a name-to-name basis with them. So, I guess an introduction was in store.