When Life Gives You Lemons

3. Back Again

Coincidentally in Biology class today, we were learning about the natural habits of North American apex predators. Mountain lions, bears, wolves, etcetera.

We also learned about prey. Sure, it was an unfair advantage that myself as a predator was able to learn my prey inside and out, but the world was naturally unfair.

Until now, I'd never truly noticed how bad teenagers smelled. Each of them had their own repulsive scent that whirled around the room. At one point, I thought I was going to be sick.

I stomached it until it was too much and excused myself to the washroom. That didn't smell much better so I stood outside for a while.

I headed back into class when I felt completely better. As soon as I closed the door behind me, Ms. O'Brien called on me.

"Thank you, Sarah, for joining us again." she said in a passive aggressive tone.

I blushed and smiled, hastily returning to my seat.

"Reject," mumbled the girl behind me, Virginia Bush, a stuck-up blond little rich girl.

I turned around slowly and glared at her. "Excuse me?"

She smirked like she was everything. "I said you're a reject."

"You wanna say that to my face next time?" I growled.

"Why? It's much nicer to say it behind your back."

I snorted. "That's so... rich-kid."

"At least I have money." She sassed.

"At least I have morals."

Virginia scoffed. "Who needs morals when you've got all the money you'd ever want."

I eyed her skeptically. "Clearly, not you. You've probably used more condoms than brain cells." I smirked.

She gasped. She didn't have a comeback for that one. By then, everyone in class was watching, including the teacher, and everyone oooed after my last comment.

"Well," She said, her voice cracking from holding back crying, "At least I'm not a suicidal freak who sleeps in the woods like the little freak she is."

My jaw clenched at that one. I stood up. "You're gonna wish you didn't say that."

Virginia stood up, too, the two of us even in height. "Why? What are you-" she stabbed my chest plate with her manicured finger. "-going to do about it? Cry? Call me a meanie?"

I snickered heartlessly. "No, that'd be too boring. I'd rather do this."

I stepped back and sucker-punched her in the face, breaking her nose with a sickening snap. She screamed and began to cry. Blood gushed from her nose and she was rushed to the nurse's room.

Don't mess with a werewolf, bitch. I thought. It was the first time I'd owned up to being a werewolf. The title felt fierce, and powerful, but I couldn't say it out loud.

I turned to walk out the door, I wasn't walking around all day with her blood on my knuckles.

"Ms. Smith," the teacher said sternly, "Where do you think you're going?"

I spun around on my heel. "To wash Virginia's blood off my knuckles." my nonchalance sparked laughter.

"You can do that later. Principle's office. Now." She stormed up to me and dragged me by the arm to the office and almost threw me inside before heading back to the classroom.

I got up and snuck to the washroom. I pumped a ton of soap out and scrubbed my knuckles with a wet paper towel. I scrubbed until there wasn't a cell of her blood left on my hand.