The Cursed Moon

~Chapter 1~

(Picture above is Kayda)

I tried to believe that I could live my best life, hiding that I was a cursed werewolf, but nothing ever went as planned. It's now my first day back at school after the summer break. I am now a senior, but it only got more complicated to keep my identity as a werewolf a secret. Like most teenagers, I got into several fights over the years over some stupid rumors. The students that picked fights with me before have been asking questions. With this curse, it's been hard to fit in. As you may have guessed, I don't have any friends, so when lunchtime comes around, I hang out around the emo kids of the school. Since they too have issues fitting in. But still, even though I hang out with them, I manage to do my own thing and ignore what everyone may think.

I groggily get out of bed as my alarm clock screams, turning it off as I walk to my closet to throw on something random before I do my makeup. After searching for my shoes, my fingertips trace over the leather soles, putting them on while I apply my chapstick, hearing my phone's rock ringer going off. I roll my eyes and finish up, letting it go to voicemail, not bothering to check who it is. I walk to my nightstand, pulling my phone off the charger and pushing it in my back pocket, shoving my earbuds and charger into my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. I walk out of my room and slide down the railing of the stairs, jumping off and grabbing my keys and food as I procrastinate leaving my apartment for school. I sigh as I get into my truck and start my slow drive to school. As soon as I pull into that parking lot, my eyes go dark and cold, a frown creeping upon my face.

"Welcome to hell.." I say to myself as I sigh and park in my parking spot with the number 666 on the pavement in white paint. 

I take my time getting out of my truck, humming, and singing to myself. I push my earbuds into my ears and play my favorite playlist of a bunch of music as I slowly walk towards the school entrance, pressing the lock button on my keys twice, hearing my truck honk. The school jocks are all crowded around their nice, expensive cars, blabbering and joking around with each other. Sadly, their conversations weren't distracting enough for them not to notice me walking up.

"Whats up Bitch!" one yells as he picks up a rock and hurls towards my head. I move my head out of the way as it quickly comes towards me. It whizzes past my head and hits a car behind me, cracking the glass.

"Leave me alone.." I mutter, my face showing nothing but a frown and tired eyes. One of the jocks steps in my way and grabs my arm roughly. I sigh and swiftly yank my arm away from him with ease as I glare up at him.

"Whoa there! The kitty here has grown some claws!" he says as he continues messing with me, laughing at my reactions. I finally had enough and punched him square in the jaw, knocking him onto his ass. He grabs his jaw and winces, looking up at me angrily. I smirk and crack my knuckles and neck, taking out my earbuds and putting them in my bookbag with my phone, throwing it to the side.

"Come get some, arrogant assholes.. come try me.." I growl as I tilt my head and glare at them through strands of my black hair. They back away a little, but one steps forward and smiles. I sigh and throw my head backward as I laugh. "You guys aren't the sharpest tools in the shed.." I mutter. They hear me and growl, all stepping forward.

"What did you just say about us?!" the lead jock asks with his booming voice as he steps in front of me and grabs my wrist roughly, gripping it tightly. I wince and growl as I glare up at him.

"You heard me dull ass.." I mumble as I roll my eyes. He scrunches his face up into a scowl and throws me into his car. I hit the ground with a thump, wincing as I slowly sit up and immediately picked up by my throat and slammed against a brick wall. I quickly reach up and scratch at his hands and face as he tightens his grip on my throat, stopping me from being able to breathe. A flash of black shoots towards him, knocking him away from me and into his car. He slumps down and rubs his head, looking up. I collapse to the ground and look up to see a tall, masculine man standing in front of me protectively. I take deep breaths and rub my throat as the jocks runoff. The guy turns around and bends down, helping me up. I stare up into his face, blushing as I admire how handsome he is. He realizes and blushes slightly, rubbing his neck nervously.

"Are you ok?" he asks as he smiles. I nod and smile back, glancing over him, noticing the tattoo on his arm. He is wearing a casual black t-shirt with ripped jeans and boots. I smile and look up at his face, admiring his piercing blue eyes and many piercings.

"Sorry.. yeah... I'm alright. Thank you for helping me. My name is Kayda. What is yours?" I ask as I blush and rub my arm, shivering slightly. He laughs and pulls his flannel out of his bag, handing it to me.

"My name is Keith.. and here, you look cold..also, your bookbag was over there.." he says as he smiles and laughs. I blush more and slowly take the flannel, lifting it to my face. I grab my bag and try to say thank you, the bell rings. I jump slightly and frown. He sighs and turns towards the door, pulling out a piece of paper. "Here is my number. Call if you need anything or want to talk," he says as he winks at me and walks inside towards his class. I walk in after him with my book bag thrown over my shoulder and smile but frown, observing the principal looking at me. I walk towards him and sigh as he points towards his office. I collapse down in a chair that sits diagonally in front of his desk with a straight face as I drop my bag. I start messing with a thread that's dangling from the armrest of the chair as I bounce my leg anxiously.

"We need to talk about something.. it has to do with your safety here at this school, as well as the other students," he says as he sits down and clasps his hands together, resting them on his desk in front of him as he looks at me sternly. 'Oh no, what's going on..' I thought as I gripped the flannel Keith gave me, wishing that I wasn't in this situation.