Chapter 9
"All I'm saying is that when a girl your age--"
"Mom!" I complained - again. I guess I owed all this to Danny. I glowered at him up there sitting shotgun. He sunk down in his seat.
"Okay," my mom gave in. "We'll talk about this later."
"I'd rather not," I replied, groaning.
I heard my brother snicker so I kicked the back of his seat. Then I snickered, and Mom told us to stop fighting. I should really not tell him anything anymore.
"Here you are." My mom pulled into the school parking lot.
"Race you to the doors!" Danny yelled to me.
"You're on!" I yelled back. "Thanks, Mom!" I pecked her on the forehead and took off.
We were trying our best to avoid every car that came into our path. But we had wolves blood; we were great at dodging. I shoved him out to the side and slammed my shoulder into the front school doors, making my way inside before him.
"Ha!" I yelled, rubbing it in his face.
He shoved my into the wall and I hissed, jumping on his back. Danny's big, ripped arms squeezed my legs tight and I begged for mercy. Laughing, he happily set me down and walked me to my first period class.
"Mom's picking us up tonight, so I'll meet you in front of the school."
"Sure thing!" I said and reached up to tousle his dark hair. He smiled and slapped my hand away, then turned around and jogged down the hall.
I smiled to myself and walked into the class. Everyone was already in there; I was three minutes late. Whoops! I sat down next to Ezra, who was staring dreamily at Jocelyn. My fingers snapped in front of his face and his body snapped up, cheeks reddening.
I gave him a puzzled look, and he just shrugged and turned away from me.
Mrs. Lovelace opened her mouth to speak but didn't say anything. She looked confused, and then her expression just went blank.
"Uh, Mrs. Lovelace? Are you okay?" Zac questioned.
Our teacher blinked then her face went back to normal and she smiled. "Yes Zachary, I am fine. Thank you for your concern."
Whoa. That was weird.
"Anyways. Onto today's lesson," Mrs. Lovelace said, and picked up a piece of chalk. She turned towards the board and started to write, but her arm jerked and she wrote a squiggly line.
Her arm spazzed and she flung the chalk across the room. Her neck violently twitched to the side and a devilish smile appeared on her lips before she jerked once more and fell to the ground. My mouth was wide open as the ambulance drove out of the school parking lot, away with our English teacher.
"What. Just. Happened?" Jocelyn asked, scratching the back of her neck.
"I didn't know Mrs. Lovelace was prone to seizures," Cher said. I groaned. "Are you kidding me? She's not. That was the elders."
Zac looked at me with a smile. "Very impressive, Lyric. You'll be a great Alpha when the time comes." He whispered the last sentence to me and I grinned.
We had already formed a circle with our bodies without realizing it. This was the perfect time to show the rest of the pack what I was made of. "Wolves. We need to do a spell."
"What kind of spell?" Ezra questioned me.
I put my hand out in front of me. "An evil spirit spell. We need to ward off the elders magic before others get hurt." The rest of the gang put their hands on top of mine and we quietly chanted together. "Ohm ma latai a waye. Ohm ma latai a waye."
An electricity ran through all of our fingertips and found its way into our bodies, sending an electrical current. The spell worked. Technically there was now a big forcefield around the school, but it would only hold for so long.
"Wow. I guess that's what I guess for underestimating you. Sorry about freaking out at you over the whole Tyler thing," Zac consoled.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. He playfully punched me in the shoulder and we all started walking to our next class together. I was strolling next to Zac and he shoved me with his shoulder and smiled. I lightly shoved him back. He laughed and grinned.
I missed the way things used to be - you know, with us. It seemed better that way (to me, at least). I wasn't really as happy anymore. I didn't wake up with an ear to ear smile on my face, and I rarely wore make-up or did my hair. It occurred to me that, yes, Tyler was extremely good looking, but I barely knew him and we were already planning to go on a date.
There could be three reasons for this:
1. I was trying to make Zac jealous (hardly, said with a long drawn out eye roll).
2. I wanted to be happy again (wasn't I happy enough already?).
3. I just really, really wanted to date the hunk that was Tyler (I had a chance, why not go for it?).
It was most likely - in my head - the third one. Even all the other girls said they thought he was hot. Except Rose, which was very unlikely. She was just trying to support he relationship with Zac, but when it was just me and her couldn't she admit it?
My thoughts seemed to be all over the place these days. Judging by them, I was definitely turning into some stereotypical highschool drama queen. Things about hot guys, jealousy, friendships and things that used to be.
Oh how I wish I could admit my feelings.
I wasn't quite sure why Zac and Rose were the only couple. It was totally obvious that there was more chemistry - unspoken chemistry - between some of the other wolves. Justin liked me, Ezra liked Jocelyn, Rose... well, Rose and Zac. Zayn liked Maria, and James liked Cher, according to me. I should get Jocelyn to help me out. She would know if I was right.
I stopped thinking of making cute dream couples out of my best friends. I wasn't playing matchmaker, I needed to be playing hunter. Deadly werewolf. Well, you know, after my date with my enemy. Date with your enemy? Seriously, Lyric? You don't deserve to be Alpha. Just kill him now.
Excuse me? I totally deserve to be Alpha; I'm a better leader than the rest of them! And no, I will not murder Tyler!
You aren't a better leader than the rest of the pack if you're going behind their back to play kissy-face with the enemy. Do I have to underline it for you? ENEMY. Oh look, you get a caps lock too. You know why? Because it's that important!
If it's "that important" then why don't I just NOT tell them?
The opposite sides of my brain argued while I tried to decide who's point of view was right. Italics had a point. It was unfair for the pack, and not Alpha behaviour. How could I ever get elected if they knew the truth?
Bold was on the spot as well though. I should be able to do what I want and still get elected! Then the last thing my brain said rung in my ears.
Don't tell them.
