Dracon (1st book of the Draconon Series)

Chapter 2

I grabbed my bag from where I had stuffed it and raced to the bathroom. I had an extra pair of clothes in there because the boys, mainly Antonio, sometimes liked to make it so that I had wet myself.

I changed into the outfit that I had in my bag before wiping my face and hands with soap and water.

After I had done that, I placed on deodorant and "perfume" before pulling my hair out of its braid. "Damn, I should have taken a shower yesterday," I muttered, grabbing my brush and dry shampoo.

Quickly, I pulled the brush through my hair before spraying the dry shampoo and pulling a brush through it again. My black and blonde hair fell onto my shoulders in waves as I pulled a beanie over my head.

After that, I picked up my glasses and stared at my reflection. Two different colored eyes stared back at me. One was colored blue, as blue as the sky on a very beautiful day. The other was colored red, burning bright as the fire that filled my soul.

Only Supernatural creatures could see the red eye. The humans said that I had one blue and one light brown, and I was one to never correct them.

I placed the glasses on my eyes before looking myself in the mirror. Instead of having one blue and one red eye, I had what the humans saw. I had one blue and brown, my other eye hiding underneath.

I shook my head before stuffing my feet into my boots and packing everything into my bag. After I had finished, I ran out of the bathroom and was in the chair at the desk as soon as Miguel opened the door.

"She is really good with numbers," he said as I picked up a pen and looked over with what Miguel had placed out for me. "And with all the legal shit."

"But, she hasn't had any schooling," a voice said that caused my heart to pound. "How do you know that what she does is correct?"

"It's called being self-taught and trial and error," I said from the desk, looking at the papers. I scratched out what Miguel had written before rewording it to make the whole thing flow better. I looked up at the Alpha and blinked, unimpressed.

He scowled, and his nose flared as if he tried to catch my scent and see what I was. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously when he didn't catch any scent, and I wondered what he thought I was. "And how much do your mistakes cost us?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"None," I replied, looking back over the paper. I placed the pen in my mouth as I studied Miguel's work before making some other changes. I hated this because Miguel's handwriting sucked ass, and it took me a while to figure out what he meant. "I make mistakes in books and papers that I get from the local library." I shrugged my shoulder. "How else am I supposed to learn?"

"By going to school like a "normal" person," he replied.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "I am far from normal, Sir," I replied.

"How are you not normal?" he asked.

"Orphaned at the age of four and basically lived on the streets. DFCS, or whatever it is called, picked me up at the age of six and delivered me to a hell hole. Ran away three times and was brought back to the orphanage each time. I was eight then. At the age of ten, I ran away again, and I had been on the run ever since. Now, I am eighteen, so I am basically a legal adult, and they can't touch me."

He raised an eyebrow higher. "And how did you survive?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Don't know," I replied. "But, for some reason, I am still here."

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Clover," I replied. "Clover Greene," I replied. "And you?"

"Frederick," he replied. "Frederick Long." He gestured to the paper I was working on. "May I see?" he asked.

"It'll give you a headache," I warned, handing the paper over to him. "Mr. García's handwriting sucks."

Frederick furrowed his brows as he read the paper. He blinked and tried to reread it, but he couldn't understand it. He rubbed his eyes before moving a hand through his black hair. "Ummm..." he said. He cleared his throat and handed it to Miguel. "Can you understand it?" he asked, causing Miguel to shake his head no.

"I have given up trying to understand my own handwriting, Sir. It's a miracle that Ms. Greene can read it."

The Alpha shook his head and handed it back to me. "You seem like a nice girl and a hard worker, but I am going to have to ask you to leave the premises," he said. "It isn't safe for... you to be working here."