~Dezzy's POV~
"What?!" Tom yelled a little loudly, I hushed him before pulling him into an empty classroom. I just finished telling him what I overheard, and now I'm thinking it was a bad idea... Tom isn't exactly the best at keeping secrets. Oops. "We need to tell Will!" Tom whispered.
"No, we don't!" I yelled looking at him like he was insane.
"Yeah, we do. You, I, and pretty much every single person in the pack knows the only reason why he rejected her is because she is, or was, or whatever-human. We can put the pack back together Dez! We can have our Luna back..." Tom trailed off and looked at me hopefully. Looks like this is as good a time as any to burst his bubble.
"Awesome, yes, I'd love to have our Luna back, Tom, but you are forgetting one tiny detail." I put my fingers together. "We. Have. No. Proof." I conclude and let my hands drop to my sides. Tom's shoulders slumped in defeat and he walked over to a desk and leaned against it.
"So...what now? Do we just keep this to ourselves then?" Tom pinched the bridge of his nose as if in deep thought, I crossed my arms and stared hard at the concrete flooring. That's the problem, what do we do now? Pretend this conversation never happened? Is that a good decision, I mean what would be good for the pack? Wh-what would be good for our Luna?...
"Alright, this is what we are going to do" Tom rose up and looked at me. "This conversation? never happened. If someone asks you what happened on this point in time during our life span I say I was patroling the territory, and you say-"
"-and I say I was stuck in the prinicpal's office repremanding myself for getting suspended." I finish, Tom and I looked at each other with an unspoken agreement, we can't tell anyone, mainly because it's not our secret to tell. Now, if Tom could just keep his big mouth shut, then this will all go according to plan...I hope.
~Andromeda's POV~
You never know boring World History can get until you know all the dates and events by heart. It's like re-living all the stupidity and horrid drama of the past. I mean, Queen Elizabeth? Napoleo? or as I called him 'Pipsqueak'. Yeah, he didn't particularly like me... Anyway, it's boring. However, I have more of a reason to now bang my head on the desk.
Physics.
The perfectly annoying combination of science, math and equations that are designed to give you a headache for the sick pleasure of the teacher to enjoy. Wonderful, isn't it? Freaking peachy.
"Ms. Rinvoski? Are you having trouble paying attention in class? Perhaps, it would be more suitable for you to come up to the board and answer this quest-"
"It's 2." I state as soon as I look at the board. Hey, just because I said I hated Physics doesn't mean I'm clueless about it. I straighten up in my seat as every student turns around to look at me, jeez, I guess when you sit in the back it's just asking for trouble to go your way. Honestly, people, grow out of it.
"Uh, well done, Ms. Rinvoski." The teacher, Mr. Penckle-yeah, I know, sounds just like it is spelled, quickly erased the question and avoided eye contact with me. "Eyes on the board people." he cleared his throat before turning back to the board and started lecturing, a few students gazes lingered on me but before I could do anything Hunter hit them with his signature 'death glare'; I was so lost in my thoughts, I forgot he was even here...
(Lunch)
"Okay, just so we are clear, you are doing all of my homework." Hunter points at me and I laugh as we sit down on the empty table. I'm not even sure this school food is legal, I mean, is this supposed to be a burrito? Why do I have an odd feeling it's going to get up any second and waltz off the plate?
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Darren High School: Home to the Dangerous
Про оборотнейAndromeda Rinvoski has been all around the world. Her past is a lively one; She was left at birth and raised by Shaolin Monks to become the ultimate fighter; She has been a modern-day Robin Hood, a ninja, and an assassin. When her Sensei dies she go...