Chapter 8

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"You killed him? Like actually?" Adrian asked, peeking his head around my locker door. I nodded, "I mean, he's still alive right now, but he felt it." "So.. it's a threat?" He looked at me. "Guess so, meaning he's the one that caused this." I shrugged, closing my locker.

My body tensed as we walked, turning to corner, Tyler standing there waiting for us. "Control yourself. Please. We don't need anymore attention." He whispered. I pinned him the vampire against the lockers, eyes glowing yellow. He kissed me softly, placing his hands on my forearms to help calm me down. I kissed back, relaxing into him. He pulled away and looked at me, "It's going to be hard to not be able to kiss those soft lips of yours tonight."
"God. You two aren't even dating and you're already using pet names, kissing, saying 'I love you.'" The lycanthrope complained. We both looked at him, shrugging. I headed to class, leaving the two behind, before things got worse.

I couldn't focus at all in class, not that I ever do, but it far more worse. I only heard faint murmurs about history of The Great Depression. "Hm.. Logan.. what caused The Great Depression and what year?" The teacher called out. "One cause was the stock market crash in 1929. October 29, 1929 to be exact leading to The Great Depression." I explained, looking up at her. "Hm." She eyed me as she continued to teach the class. I laid my head down, closing my eyes. "Do not fall asleep in my classroom!" The teacher snapped, thumping me in the back of my head. I winced, sitting up, "You know, you're not allowed to do that to students."
"Does it look like I care?"
"Hm. You should if you want to keep this job."
"Enough."
"You lash out on me and only me cause of your past. Just because my family and your family had some problems, doesn't mean that you have to hurt me."
"Class dismissed."

The class immediately scattered out into the hallways, leaving us alone.
"So. Kyle. What's your reasoning to take up as one of my teachers, just to get my attention?" I asked, sitting on the desk. He reverted back to his regular and came close to me, ruffling my hair, "Ah, lycanthropes, always ruining my plans. But, I did this so I can watch you suffer in reality. Full moon is out tonight and my brother's going to be itching to get to you! Just like a werewolf would for. Its. Mate."

I let out a warning growl, pushing him back, "How your brother acts for me, isn't my fault. He acts like that cause he loves me. Nothing's going to stop that boy from getting himself to me, you know that. You know how this works." He got back up, straddling my waist in the blink of an eye, "I know a lot of things. Mutt." He bit at my lip, pinning me down on the desk, "You're not going to see my brother again." He kissed me, forcefully, keeping me pinned down. Forcefully, he flipped us around, with me pinning him down. "Logan? Adrian wanted me to.. oh.." Tyler walked into the room as his voice died out. Kyle pulled away, smirking at his brother. "It's not what you think-" "Really? My brother? My own brother?" He asked, before walking out. "You're an asshole." I growled, following after the younger.

"Tyler." I called out, seeing him standing there. "Leave me alone." He whispered.
"Tyler."
"I said, leave me alone."
"Let me explain."
"Explain what? That you were on top of my brother, kissing him?"
"He did it for you to not come back to me. I don't want you to leave me. He pinned me down, then flipped us over. You know I wouldn't do that."
"Or that's what you want me to believe."
"I wouldn't-"
"Go away. I don't want you around me."

"Woah. Mate reject you or something?" Blake chuckled, leaning into Luke. I growled, clenching my jaw, "Shut. Up." "Oh? So he did? I knew you were a bad werewolf from the start." He smirked. I leaned over the table, wrapping my fingers around his throat, "Wanna keep that pretty neck of yours or do you wanna keep talking?" "Logan. Down." Adrian growled. "You're gonna make a scene." I pushed the boy back, letting go of his neck. The wolves, stood up immediately. "I'm going to kill you, you mutt!" Blake snapped.
"I'd like to see you try." I responded.

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