Weredragons

Her Night Off

Frosta had been in LA for half a year before true conflict arose. Rumors were started by none other than the Alpha Huge that Frosta Droma, the heir to the most powerful Weredragon throne, had come to LA in disguise and lived among common humans. At the beginning of the second semester, dozens of secret Weredragons had come to every school in LA, seeking to find and take the Droma for himself. Wise rulers kept their females in their homes, and wary males watched the sky for a glimpse of wings or a roar. Janet's mother told Clara to stay at home, for she had sensed something was wrong, but the Alpha Droma told Frosta to stay in school, but be more careful when flying through the night sky.

Frosta was smart at school, but her best subject was Physical Education. True, she did not run as fast as she could, but she did stay ahead of everyone, just to show any Weredragons that she was not an ignorant coward. Weightlifting was easy, and did not even need to flex her muscles. She was always the first one picked for everything. As a command from her Alpha, she was always talkative, to both males and females. Of course, she still disliked humans, but she had to find information about them to see who were the Weredragons.

One day Frosta was sitting with Meg when she noticed Meg staring at a group of kids. She looked. The boys were the loudest in the whole cafeteria except for one, a kid in gold, blue, and yellow.

"Who is that guy?" Frosta ask Meg.

"Him? He's the new transfer student. I hear he's kinda bossy but silent. His eyes are always moving too, almost as though he's looking for someone or something. He's very inquisitive. I don't know much about him, he's kind of silent and sullen. Doesn't speak much in class. If I were you, I'd stay out of his way. That's what I do, and most other girls. There's that one, though, that always sticks around with him. A red-head. He doesn't pay much attention to her; she doesn't interest him."

"You certainly know a lot."

"Not half of his background. Rumors are that he's gone all night, no one can find him. A couple of times he's spoken to me. I think he's the weirdest of all the transfer students. By the way, have you seen Clara? She hasn't been to school for a while."

"Her mom's making her stay at home; maybe some grounding or something. You know what? I want to meet that kid."

"Nah, Frosta, you don't really. But I can introduce you to him if you'd like. Here, come on." She rose from the bench, and Frosta followed. They walked over to the cafeteria line. Frosta sniffed. Something around her smelled familiar. Bacon, eggs, scales?, meat, dragon breath? The boy turned to look at them.

"Hi Meg."

"Hey Arty. This is Frosta. We noticed you were new. She just wanted to meet you."

At the name, Arty stared at Frosta before breaking into a fake grin. Frosta looked shocked for a moment. He's one of those.

"Hey Frosta. I heard you were transferred here too."

"Uh, have we met?"

"No, but I got information from your friend's...uh...I mean cousin's...um...uncle?"

"No, I understand. I think that topic can be discussed at a later time when...you know."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"So, why are you here...Arty?"

"Just some work to be finished up, family problems."

Frosta rolled her eyes. "Uh, huh. Keep saying that, kid. Still, I suppose the truth can sometimes be mixed in with not so truthful things. Are you here for schooling?"

"Just half a semester. Oh, that's the bell. Guess I'd better be going. See you soon."

Meg said, "Huh. I think he's a good match."