Claws & Jasmine

Chapter two: It's Now or Never

Chapter two: It's Now or Never

Word count: 1799

Author's note: Enjoy!

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Brent and I left for school after that. We usually ran to get out our extra energy before sitting in a classroom for seven hours. With our advanced senses, it's already hard to stay concentrated on what's going on in class. Especially when I can easily hear the lessons going on in the neighboring classrooms. It's just easier to not have to be buzzing with energy, too. Plus, it's much faster to just run. This time, as mom requested, we took the red and white Chevy truck. Brent decided to take the wheel.

The drive was silent between us, besides the rumble of the truck and the radio playing some morning talk show. I felt my irritation starting to build up. I can't decide if it's because I'm a raging bitch, my lack of sleep, or Brent sneakily stealing glances towards me, but I snapped.

A low growl escaped my lips, "What?" I turned to glare at my twin, watching his expression morph into a surprised one.

He quickly got over it, raising a brow and commenting, "No offense, but you look like shit, Blaire."

I scoffed, "Gee, thanks."

"I didn't mean it like that," he gave an eye roll. "I just mean that you've clearly not been yourself these past couple of days. I can hear you thrashing around in your sleep at night," he revealed in a soft voice. I stayed silent, turning to gaze out the window. "And you won't talk to me," he quickly added.

I groaned, "What do you want from me?"

I glared over at him, meeting his saddened green eyes with my own, and felt my irritation dissipate. I think he could tell I felt bad for lashing out, but that I wasn't going to give in. What could I say, really? That I'm afraid that my nightmares have come true? That my wolf has been silent for the past week, besides just existing inside of my body? That something is clearly fucking wrong with my mind? Telling him my troubles would just be selfish, because not even he could fix them for me. It would just lead him downhill alongside me, and I didn't want that. So I went back to being silent.

Not long after, we pulled up to Dillard High, which is the only K-12 school in Dilly Mills. The tension between Brent and I was almost unbearably thick. Brent angrily threw the truck into park and pushed the creaky door open to hop out. He snagged his black bag from the middle seat and tossed it over his shoulder. Without another word, he slammed the truck door closed and stalked towards the school. I watched as he ignored his friends trying to greet him and headed into the building. As soon as he was out of sight, I released a sob.

I didn't realize that I was trying to not cry, but now I could feel the lump clogging my throat. I only allowed myself a couple moments of weakness before roughly wiping my face with the back of my hand. I sniffled, slowly pushing the door open. I could hear the warning bell go off in the distance, but I didn't really care. Leaving everything behind, I started towards the edge of the forest that surrounded the school. I quickly looked around the deserted parking lot to make sure nobody was watching before disappearing into the trees.