Mason McCann heir to the Mccan pack next in line to be alpha after his father steps down, star quarter back for the Kennedy Highschool foot ball team, everything in his life seems to be going right as he takes the leap from man to wolf during the pa...
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" it's something else it's the blood their molars blinking like the lights in the under pass where we all sit " — Lorde
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As I neared the beloved Kennedy high , my thoughts couldn't help but wander back to yesterday, to the fact that I actually had a good conversation with one of them, I guess he wasn't one of them anymore but still.
We'd been working on the assignment for an hour and a half , I had been writing information down about the more important battles and he was taking notes on culture tradition and overral everyday life at that time.
" can we take a break". He asked I thought about it for a second , we had been at this for a while a small break wouldn't hurt.
" like 20 minutes". He suggested I cocked an eyebrow in disagreement.
" 15 " he bargained, I gave in setting my notebook and pen down on the bed, I felt it as he layed down from the sitting position he was in.
I looked over at the unfinished painting , it looked pretty good. I turned my head to see him just staring blankly at the ceiling. He did apologize, that's more then the others ever did , maybe things are not as they seem.
" so you paint?" I asked breaking the silence
" am I hallucinating or are you actually trying to start a conversation with me". He said all while his eyes stayed fixated on the ceiling
" never mind". I mumbled loud enough to hear.
"I do , I find it relaxing, therapeutic in a way". He answered
" how long have you been at it". I asked curiously
" well ....couple years ago started when I was 13, took a liking to it and it just stuck". He answered , I never pictured any of them as the artistic type.
" what about you ? Any hobbies ?" He asked
" nah I'm a pretty boring person". I responded blankly , hoping he wouldn't pursue the matter any farther.
" I don't think so". He responded which caught me off guard
" you hardly know me".
"I'm not claiming to, I've just had classes with you since freshman year, I noticed your pretty smart, kinda person to make it out of this town" he said
" already got It in the wood works."
" where off to?"he asked
" NYU hopefully, I've wanted to move to NYC ever since I found out about the place". I explained I to found myself looking up at the ceiling
