My Best Friend was a Werewolf

Chapter 3: I Wanted to Talk to Carver

I wanted to talk to Carver.

I decided it on a Wednesday while I was sitting in a huge auditorium for physics class. The lights were low in the room and the projector showed a slideshow presentation. There were diagrams of circuits with Kirchhoff's laws just below. The professor stood at the front of the room and was explaining how to use the loop rule as my mind started to wander.

Chase was seated next to me. He was focused attentively to the lecture. His eyes darted back and forth between the screen and his notebook. His messy handwriting was sprawled all over the pages with mostly numbers and sketches of circuits. His dirty blond hair was sticking out from under his blue ballcap. My eyes darted towards his desk as his cellphone's screen lit up. It had been laying on the desktop and was now showing him a notification. Chase was too focused on the lecture to notice.

I noticed it though and it led my thoughts down a new track. The last time I dialed Chase's phone number was when Carver's phone was in my hand. My attention had turned back to the lecture, but I found my eyes trailing back to Chase's phone. Carver's phone number was sitting right there in that device. It taunted me the remainder of the class and no talks of the loop rule was going to distract me from it.

"Do you want to do some studying tonight?" Chase asked.

He was closing his notebook and tucking his things away in his backpack. The rest of the students were doing a similar thing as their professor shouted due dates out at them. My eyes fell down to my blank notebook page and I quickly shoved the book into my bag.

"Amelia?" Chase called out to me over the noise of everyone leaving the auditorium. I looked over at him and saw that he was standing in the aisle.

"Yeah?" I responded as I stood up to join him. "You want to study tonight?"

Chase nodded as we started walking up the steps to the wall of doors that would allow us to escape. We ended up outdoors on a sidewalk along College Avenue. It was then that I felt like we could actually hear each other after being in the swamp of people leaving the physics hall.

"I have a lot of making up to do after I missed the exam," Chase said. "And I think I'm getting this circuits thing, but I know you probably understand it better than I do."

"Maybe we could do tomorrow," I suggested.

"That works," Chase said with a nod. He reached up and adjusted the straps of his backpack. "Your place after classes then?"

"Sure," I said.

Chase and me handled things differently. The moment we got through the full moon and were both safe, he seemed to stop acknowledging the fact that he was a werewolf. He acted as if it only mattered about a dozen times a year. Sure, that was when it mattered the most, but it didn't just go away. Every day he had heightened senses and there was the problem of his newfound aggression. I had no intentions of reliving the last full moon ever again. That was why I told myself I needed to speak with Carver.

"Hey, can I see your phone?" I asked.

"My phone?" Chase asked with a confusion painting his green eyes. He pulled it out of one of his jean pockets and held it out to me. "Why?"

"On the full moon, I called you from Carver's phone," I said as I took the device. I started scrolling through all the call log.

"His name is Carver?"

I looked over at Chase. His mood shifted when I brought it up. He looked tense and unsettled with the conversation. I was growing tired of his attitude of ignorance. We needed help and the only solution I could think of was Carver.