Once in a Blue Moon (boyxboy)

Part 20

Sam's POV

(Warning: talk of self-harm and suicide)

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Something felt off, but I couldn't place what it was. There was a new smell that sent a shiver down my spine, but it didn't have a source. It reminded me of the rotten smell of an Outlaw but fainter, like you left an egg out for a week, not quite nauseating but enough to make your nose burn. It's been killing me all week. It's been all over the school, around every corner. Hunter and Angel have been able to smell it too, but they don't know where it's coming from as well.

"We should talk to your dad about it, he might have an idea," Hunter suggested at lunch. Michael picked his head up from his food and quirked his eyebrow. "Something's not right." I nodded agreeing. It was just the five of us, including Damien. Rider and Bailey had yet to join us, so we had a moment to talk about pack stuff.

"You're right. Angel, you've never caught a scent like this before?" I turned to our Arver. Michael still looked between us, confused.

He shook his head. "Not exactly. It's like an Outlaw but not quite." I nodded agreeing. "Can you smell someone turning into an Outlaw?" He asked.

"I don't think so, the transformation isn't gradual, it's instant. The second the wolf goes mad it's like his smell takes on the scent of his mind. It's almost like one just walked through the school at night just to leave an impression." I sighed and looked around the cafeteria. The pack members who were in school had been on edge all week. I could catch many of them looking around for the scent or looking toward me as if silently asking for an answer.

"What's going on?" Michael's voice sang to my right. "Is everything okay?"

I smiled down at him. He had taken to wearing a thin stripe of eyeliner since I found him dressed up. I couldn't help but catch my breath every time I see it because of how much it made his eyes pop. I knew I couldn't lie to him about anything, not that I wanted to lie to him, but I had a strong feeling that whatever was going on had something to do with him. "There's been an off smell going around the school for a week. It's not quite like an Outlaw, but it's close enough to be a worry. You won't be in any danger, though, I won't let that happen." I instinctually tightened my grip on his waist.

He was silent for a moment and pursed his lips. He whispered it but I could still hear him say, "It's not me I'm worried about." I remembered then the dream Michael told me about. I'm not quite sure how accurate Michael's premonitions are, but it is worrying. He looked back down and moved to play with his food.

A bang on the table made all of us jump in our seats. "Oh my god, Mrs. Nelson seriously needs to be admitted to a psych ward." Bailey's voice boomed in the tiny space we created. It was enough to bring everyone out of their little stupor. "Like, you're just a sub, you don't need to act like you own the world. This bitch seriously told me she would give me detention if I kept breathing so loud, like the fuck?" She huffed dramatically and shook her blue head.

Her rant brought a chuckle to the group. "That sounds like the one teacher who hated me all of the eighth grade. He would confiscate my book because I was reading when I should be studying, during free time." He rolled his eyes but chuckled. "He was just a homophobic bastard." He took a bite of his food.

Bailey scoffed, "Aren't we lucky to have such accepting teachers here? God, I can't imagine what it was like at your old school, especially with the teachers being bullies." She paused after she said that and shrunk in on herself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up." She added softly.

Michael smiled, though, "It's okay. You're right, though. It is much better up here." He glanced up at me as he spoke, which made my stomach flip a bit. "You still coming over after school, or do you have to go do the whole dad talk thing?" He asked me quietly as the others continued on to another topic.