Third Day
558 Words
All eyes are on me as I walk down the hall to my locker. The news of what happened to Richard last night has quickly spread. Some people are looking at me with sympathy while others don't try to hide their voices of calling me a murderer. Honestly, I don't give a damn what any of them think. Liam, Lucy, and the Vander brothers are the only people that matter to me. As long as they know the truth, that's all that matters.
I know this may sound harsh, but with Richard gone and Bianca suspended, I'm in a good mood. If only I could get my mom to love me again like she used to when I was a child, then I would feel 100% complete.
The day goes by slowly and to my relief, nobody says a word to my face. Without their ringleader here, Victoria and Layla are too afraid to harass me.
Mrs. Thomas stops me in the hallway after lunch and asks me to come with her to her office. She's the guidance counselor of the school and is supposedly a sweetheart. If she's so sweet, why didn't she pull me out of class to talk with after my dad died?
Taking a seat in the chair across her desk, she hands me a box of tissues. "How are you holding up, Kylie? I'm sure this can't be easy for you, but I want you to know that I am here for you. This is a safe space where you can talk about anything."
I know she's trying to be helpful, but I all I feel is rage from her words. "Why do you want to talk or help me now, huh? Where were you when my dad died? Or when you see me getting bullied and turn a blind eye? So, thanks, but no thanks. I don't want to speak with you."
Mrs. Thomas's jaw hangs open as I stand and walk out of her office. I can't believe the nerve of that woman. Was my dad's death less important to her than Richard's because he wasn't a rich snob supporting the school? f**k her.
Instead of heading to class, I go to the restroom to calm down and be alone. Staring into the mirror, I take several deep breaths.
"Let's go see Liam!" My wolf speaks up for the first time all day.
As much as I want to, it's not time for his class yet. I'm not going to just waltz in there while he's teaching another class.
Sitting on the bathroom counter, I pull out my phone and send a group text to Cameron and Brandon.
As expected, Cameron calls me a badass for skipping class while Brandon scolds me. After I inform them of my encounter with Mrs. Thomas, they understand why I need some time to myself.
"We're still hanging out Friday night, right?" Cameron asks.
"If you don't want to, we understand." Brandon quickly types afterward.
"I am looking forward to it :) " I reply back.
After texting for a few more minutes, the bell rings indicating it's time to head to the next class.
My heart begins to race in a good way as I walk down to Liam's class. This is the first time seeing him in school since finding out about werewolves.
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