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Chapter 3 - I remember you

"Wait a minute, I remember you," he growls.

I push up my glasses and stutter, "w-what..? I don't think... we've ever met before..."

Cause I would have remembered you, pretty boy.

Jungkook scoffs, his sharp jaw pulsing, "you ran into me. In the hallway. Ya didn't even have the audacity to apologize."

I apologized quickly, remembering the events that happened just a mere two minutes ago before Jungkook sighs and kicks my chair towards the wall to make room for his own. Mr. Tennant continues with his lesson and soon the day is over. I gather my supplies as I make my way home, but I am soon stopped by none other than Jungkook himself.

This is also how I met the love of my life and discovered my life secret.

It all started with Jungkook startling me and pushing me up against the wall. My bag's contents fall out, but I ignore it because of the other problem staring straight at me. Jungkook's eyes stare straight through my own blue brown green gold orbs, and we hold eye contact for much too long. My face turns into a tomato, and it deepens when Jungkook's pulsing forearm pins me against the wall. He leans in, his breathe fogging up my glasses. He laughs and pulls my glasses off, but when he turns back and sees my eyes in the natural light, he loses breath. 

I take advantage of the opening and duck under his arm. My bag still on the floor, I sprint home, still blushing from the encounter with the intimidating boy. As I run, Jungkook's voice rings out after me, but I can't hear what he's saying. After some time running, I finally make it home. My heart is beating but I'm not quite sure why. Was it the running?

Or was it him?

I shake off that thought and make my way to the kitchen where my mom is talking in a hushed voice someone. Who it is, I can't tell as they are obscured by my mother's form. I take a swig of water to calm my heart beat and try to glance over my mother to peek who is sitting in our living room. A very beautiful woman sits in our lounge chair. She has flowing blonde hair and deep green eyes. She catches me peeking and smirks. My mother notices and passive-aggressively turns around, pointing for me to join them by the sitting area.

I comply, of course.

"Introduce yourself, sweetie.

I gulp, tired of introducing myself yet again today, "h-hello, my name is W-in-Winter."

The woman smiles, "hello, Winter, my name is Clarissa. Do you remember me?"

I shake my head. Clarissa laughs gracefully, contrasting with my mother's guffaw. Clarissa shakes her head, still smiling, "no worries dear. Anyway, I'm here to tell you about who you truly are. It would be simple to just tell it to you straight."

"Which is...?" I question.

"Winter, I am here to tell you that you are a werewolf."