Dear Diary, I'm A Werewolf

Confusion

The next thing I feel is my cheek burning from the slap Bianca just gave me. I have never in my life been slapped before, yet this feels somewhat familiar.

A loud voice echoes throughout the cafeteria, and the room becomes quiet.

Mr. Fitzgerald approaches the table we are sitting at and the anger he is feeling radiates off him in waves. I can't take my eyes off of him and I feel my stomach fluttering with butterflies. How can one man be so f*****g hot? Woah, what?

"Principal's office. NOW!" He yells at Bianca. Her face turns red from embarrassment and I have to hold back my snicker. As she storms out of the cafeteria, her friends at the table get up and leave me alone.

"Kylie, are you okay?" Mr. Fitzgerald asks with concern. He reaches his hand out as to touch my cheek, but hesitantly retracts it.

"I'm fine, thanks."

With that said, he clears his throat and walks away. Well, that was... strange.

The cafeteria resumes to the chattering as it was before Mr. Fitzgerald had entered and I can feel eyes on me. I hate feeling like this. Why couldn't this year just be like every other? I never wanted attention drawn upon myself, now here I am.

The rest of the day goes as expected. As I'm at my locker getting my textbook for my last class, Bianca slams the door on my hand.

"I'm going to make your life a living hell, Kyle. As soon as I return from my suspension, you better watch your back."

The voice in my head growls and startles me.

Ignoring her, I grab my book and head to class. Just as I'm about to walk to the back of the classroom, I remember what Mr. Fitzgerald had said about my new seat. Letting out a soft sigh, I sit at the desk right in front of his.

I glance up from my seat and notice Mr. Fitzgerald already looking at me with a hint of a smile on his face.

Once again, he asks me to stay back after class is dismissed.

"Kylie, we need to talk about what happened today. What provoked Bianca to hurt you? And has this happened before?"

"Tell him the truth." The voice softly says.

"She... used to be my best friend before becoming popular. This was the first time she ever hurt me, physically, anyway. I'm used to her and everyone in the school treating me like s**t, but this was a new low for her."

Taking a deep breath, I continue.

"I thought for a quick second that she truly wanted to rekindle our friendship, but it was just an act to get closer to the guy she has a crush on. So, I lied and told her I was with him. That's when she slapped me."

Mr. Fitzgerald's eyes turn dark and I can tell he's unhappy with my response to his question. But, why?

"Are you with the guy? Who is he?" He asks as he clenches and unclenches his fists.

I can't help but let out a laugh.

"I'm not with anyone, nor have I ever been. Have you not been paying attention? I purposely lied to her because she was trying to use me to get to my friend that I work with."

His shoulders relax after I say that and his eyes turn calm again.

"You have never been with anyone? Surely someone as beautiful and smart as yourself has had boyfriends before the whole Bianca drama?"

I know I should be uncomfortable that my teacher is asking about my personal life, but I'm not. I feel at ease with him and flattered that he thinks I'm beautiful.

I gently shake my head. "No, never. Anytime I had a crush on someone, Bianca would beat me to him. I was stupid and thought she deserved the guy more than I did, so I never argued with her."

"That's absolute bullshit, you know that. Right?"

My jaw falls open at the language he just used.

"Yes, I know. It just took me a long time to realize that our friendship was toxic. She may be popular, but I know damn well that I am a better person than she ever will be."

"Good. Now, about this guy you work with. What's his name?"

"Why does it matter to you?" I ask defiantly.

He simply smirks at me. "Where do you work?"

Crossing my arms, I stare at my teacher. "I'm not that stupid, you know. If I tell you where I work, you will obviously find out who my friends are that I work with."

"Wait, friends? As in more than one?"

I nod my head, "Yes. Two brothers."

"Ah, the Vander brothers. Am I right?"

"Were they former students of yours?" I ask quizzically.

He smiles softly, "Not quite."