Mutt ~GxG~

Chapter 3

My animals' attention has been scattered, the past week. My cat mostly focused on school work, however even her attention wavered from time to time. My wolf, somehow, has been the most focused out of all of us, however not on the things she should be.

While we should be focusing on making friends and getting good marks, she's been focused on the making friends portion as well as the strange, blue-eyed lioness.

Although she emitted a dominant aura (and I had a strong urge to submit to her), I wasn't really scared of her, if that makes sense. My wolf was always good at sensing emotions and the most common one when she walked down the hallway was fear: the undoubtable, "cower and hide" kind of fear, not the "let's just avoid her" kind of fear. Terror.

I recognized this emotion far to well.

I also recognized her scent, a sweet scent, however not candy-like or floral. More, herbal, like chrysanthemums.
This is kinda wierd because most lions smell of blood, or dead grass. Not the most pleasant smell, as you can imagine.

Although I'm a sub, I'm not really "fluffy and optimistic!" Nor am I hurt so badly I need to pour all my problems onto a dom. Apparently I'm sassy and unfriendly (at least that's what my ex-bestfriend Emilie said). And I do know that I am, but to me, it's a sort of shield from toxic people. If I don't trust, I can't get hurt. I get how it sounds sad and lonesome, but I've been hurt, and it's not pleasant. I'd prefer loneliness over crippling depression.

He didn't and look how that turned out.

I wince at the memory and shake my head. Positive memories I think to myself.
I mentally laugh, knowing I won't be able to keep that thought in mind. 

Not at all.

"So what class do you have now?" A high-pitched voice snaps me back to reality. I look to my side to see Sophie standing there, books piled in her arms. Looking down at my sheet, I read the lines for 13:00-14:30.

"Spanish" I reply. Sophie grins.

"Oh you have Spanish? That's cool. My parents signed me up for French as my language class, but our classes are next to eachother!" She says in her bubbly voice. "I can guide you there if you want? I know you're new here." Honestly, I was slightly annoyed with how energetic she was, but she was my only friend here. I smiled and nodded. She flashed me another grin gripped my palm before running off with me in hand. We were almost there when

"Watch it, bambi" a voice snarls. I look up to see a huge male in front of us. He had raven black hair and grey-blue eyes. I glared at him, I know I just said that Sophie was kinda annoying, but no one bullies my friends and gets out alive. I could already tell what type of person he was. I mean, who else smells like smoke and hair gel other then a (wanna be) bad boy. I snickered as I noticed he was even wearing a leather jacket. He turned his gaze to me. "Oh, what's this? Does bambi have a girlfriend" he sneers. 

"Yeah," I reply "bambi's got a girlfriend. Which is more than you're ever gonna have." His victorious smirk changed back into a glare.

"Why you little b-" he winds his fist back, ready to punch me, when I partially shift to my cat form, extending my claws. I grab his arm and slowly sink my claws into his skin. He cries out in pain as I pull my claws out. I hadn't sunk them in too far. That could cause serious bleeding. Just far enough to draw some blood. Okay, quite a bit of blood, but he did deserve it. For some added dramatic effect, I licked the blood off my claws with a malicious smirk on my face. It tasted disgusting but the look of fear on his face was entirely worth it. "You're- you're crazy!" He stutters. I grin.

"Oh sweetheart," I say in a falsetto-sweet voice. "I'm not crazy, I'm out for revenge." I sport a proud grin and faint a swipe to his face. He then winces and scoots away with a frightened look on his face. When he finally leaves, I spit the blood out. "That's nasty" I mutter, wiping the blood off my mouth. I look to Sophie, hoping I didn't scare her, only to see a look of awe on her face. 

"How did you do that?" She asks.

"Do what?" I reply, genuinly confused.

"Scare him away!" She exclaims. "He's literally a black leopard! A Beta one too." I shrug.

"He's still not an Alpha." I say calmly. As an attempt to change the subject, I ask "Sooooo, Bambi, huh?" She winces at the pet name.

"Oh god please don't call me that. I never should have said that I was a deer shifter in 4th grade."

"Hey, it's better than-" I stop myself before I could say mutt. I swiftly thought of the best cat related nickname I could come up with "Kitty Kitty." To build off of that, I say "You have no idea how embaressing it is to hear someone say 'Here Kitty Kitty' to your 14 year old self." Sophie laughed and I instantly regreted lying to her. It was for the better though. Keep telling yourself that a voice says in my head. I mentally sigh and continue our conversation. "Soooooo a deer shifter, eh?" I ask, scratching my neck awkwardly. 

"Yeah, and you're a cat one, right?" she says cocking her head.

"mhm" cue the awkward silence. This time Sophie restarts the conversation.

"Can I call you Bridge?"

I grimace "Ew. No. I'm not a Bridge." She laughs.

"How 'bout Jet? Like the Gette part of your name" I look thoughfully at her. 

"That's actually pretty cool. Can I call you Soph then?" I ask. She smiles

"Jet and Soph, I like it."