04

CHAPTERS 04

I didn’t want to point fingers at him and label him what’s been running through my mind so I minded my own business. If this is what he wants then so be it, it’s not like I cared. I’m not related to him, the only thing Caspian and I shared is a house and adoptive parents. That’s it.

My schedule, printed on white smooth paper is in my hands as I navigate through the large school in search of my first-period class. The halls are filled with students chatting amongst each other, maybe if I spoke and actually had friends that could be me but people were usually fake…much like Caspian. Not to throw shade.

Room 134.

That’s the room I entered that held no more than four other students but the bell didn’t ring announcing it was time for first period to begin so I didn’t really expect many students to be inside, to begin with. I didn’t see name tags on the desks so I had hope that the teacher didn’t assign seats. Last year, most of my teachers did and it was hell. Either I sat next to someone who reeked of weed and was just an airhead who constantly needed answers for everything or I sat next to someone who bullied me because I didn’t speak to them and so I became a mute freak to them.

I walk all the way to the back and sit at the last desk in the row closest to the door. The desks weren’t separate which I hated because there was never enough elbow space and I always ended up near the edge of the black desk because I didn’t like people touching me or coming near me. It would send me into a frenzy and I didn’t want all these immature teenagers seeing my panic attacks and using that as even more ammunition to ostracize me.

I lay the side of my head on the palm of my right hand and gaze at the teacher who is busy writing down the warm-up for today.

Now that I think about it, Gnashton came awfully close to me the day I had my little incident but I didn’t freak out like I normally did. It was weird that he got that close to me and nearly touched me but my body didn’t respond in terror as it should have. I was grateful that I didn’t spazz out but it was just so confusing and I didn’t know why but I didn’t want to dwell on something I didn’t have the answer to.

The bell rings and students start flooding into the classroom. A lot of them are tall, many of them have on a tan that looked fake but I couldn’t be too sure. Many of the students were female but then again AP Literature and the English subject was more of a woman’s favorite subject, that’s a statistic I didn’t know and didn’t care to know but Easton, a student from my class last year, and Hazels brother told the class that when he was having his babbling moment as he was presenting his final project.

I stiffen as Weston, my infamous bully from freshman year enters the class. I swallow, trying to hide my face as my heart races while confusion swirls within my head.

He moved. He moved so how—why was he here now ? I’m so pathetic. Weston isn’t even a werewolf and yet he tormented me as if I was gum beneath his shoe. Maybe this is why I’m such an easy target.

My hair covers most of my face as I try to hide my face, anticipating what was going to happen if he recognized me but it’s been three years. Maybe he won’t be able to tell it’s me, I have grown an inch since freshman year and my hair grew a bit, my eyes might be a bit bluer now.

Peaking through my fingers, I suck in a breath as I make direct eye contact with him. He squints a bit before realization crosses his dark brown eyes. A smirk slips across his face and my breathing becomes erratic as I notice there’s a chair available at my desk.

No.