what a crazy secret. my best friend is a warewolf

Robin was feeling particularly girly this morning, so she put on one of her cutest outfits. she didn't exactly have anyone to impress, no real crushes or anything so it wasn't her tight green dress with the polka dots that she might wear if she'd just met someone hot. No, it was her favorite pair of jeggings that on her petite frame could easily pass as regular skinny jeans (jeggings not being allowed in school), she thanked her thigh gap for that although she didn't really like her body even if she was skinny without much weight in the wrong places. aside from hip dips she was really almost a perfect hourglass. Jeggings, and a long sleeved black top with little horses all over, that she had gotten from goodwill. she was poor but she did manage to get some of the slightly more expensive brands of clothing at thrift stores. This top was Hollister, and it hugged her curves in a way that she liked, not showing off too much, but also being one of the only shirts she owned that weren't twice her size. Comfort usually won the morning battle of what to wear to highschool, because Robin honestly didn't care what anyone thought of her aside from her few close friends. Today though, Robin was feeling more energetic than normal, maybe it was the energy of the full moon approaching. she wasn't really anything special, but she was fascinated by energy and how even the very small insignificant amount that she could feel within herself was enough to calm a pain, she rarely had problems with headaches because of it. After looking at herself in the mirror and brushing out her straight long brown hair, parting it perfectly down the middle and laying half on each side of her shoulders, she went to wait for her bus. shit... f**k, hide, s**t, hurry the f**k up bus. I can't hide that looks crazy, what if I get kidnapped shut up those chances are unlikely. s**t hurry up bus. Her mind screamed at her almost incoherently, she was about to have another panic attack. She felt the wind on her skin making her a little cold, and she hated it. she hated having anxiety, she hated feeling so helpless and it itched at her. FINALLY the bus arrived, and she looked down as she walked to her seat, with her red and black hand me down backpack on one shoulder, and her relief that the bus was here on the other. This might actually be a good day. on the ride to school she put in her headphones to listen to music. She didn't like anyone on this bus so listening to music was an easy go to for avoiding people wanting to talk to her, or really more like trying to pick on her. Not that she cared what they thought, she just thought they were obnoxious and annoying. Once she got to school she speed her way through the croud until she got to breakfast, she waited a few minutes for Cam to show up. Cam was her best friend in the entire world, and they ate breakfast and lunch together every single day, except of course when one was absent. today was one of those days. well f**k this place, not even good food today guess he's not here. She couldn't help feeling bummed about it, it's not like they were dating but he did usually at least message her if he wasn't gonna be at school for the day. She didn't want to be needy because she didn't want him to think she liked him though so she decided it would be best not to ask him, or maybe wait till after school and make it seam less like he's the only reason she liked going to school in the first place. yeah she liked him, but she didn't want to admit that to herself because they'd been best friends since middle school, and she didn't ever want to loose her best friend. her first and second class seamed to drag on, and 3rd period was her lunch period, so secretly hoping the whole time that Cam had ended up coming to school the whole class period until lunch, only made this class feel even longer. she made it to her table at lunch and sure enough he was there thank God, I was gonna die today if he was gone all damn day. she thought to herself, trying to hide her excitement while she walked to the table. "where were you this morning, didn't see you at breakfast" she asked smiling " bus was late, some stupid deer ran in front of us and we had to wait an hour for someone to come get it, aperently it's illegal to just drive off" Robin's pov I was so damn happy to see him, I thought the whole day was gonna be ruined. "damn that's lame, I'd have just ran away", "s**t we know You would have, you're a terrible person" he joked. I noticed something different about him, not quite sure what but he just seamed different. I wish he were more manly, he's definitely cute but he's so damn sweet. another reason I hadn't ever told him I was attracted to him, was because he was really not my type In THat way. In my head I could at least pretend he was a bit more manly although in person he was just a big goof, and I loved him for that, he was an amazing friend.we talked and laughed at lunch until the bell rang and we both had to go back to our classes. immediately after getting back to class I found myself destracted in a day dream. "don't make me spank you, stop squirming and let me play with you" she imagined her best friend saying with his hand inside her pants "that's not fair" is how she would respond only to push herself closer. f**k I gotta stop thinking about that, he's never gonna be that type of guy anyways. I couldn't deny wanting him, but I also knew him very well and I knew he would honestly never be dominative like I would need him to be to actually be turned on by him. it didn't matter if he would either because being my best friend was more important than me thinking he was attractive. I would never be able to be with my best friend like that. the rest of the school day seemed to drag on again. After I got home I was exhausted and horney,to no surprise, not sure why I had to think about s*x all day but now I just wanted relief. I went into my room and locked my door, being very quiet I got out my vibrator and started m**********g. at least at home alone I could shamelessly fantasize without feeling guilty about it. I thought about Cam tying me to a bed and teasing me before he got rough and started f*****g the s**t out if me. but after I came I still felt guilty knowing that I was just thinking about my best friend's d**k like that, and to make matters worse I got a message from him right after "whatcha doin" it said. thankful that he couldn't see how f*****g red my face was I lyed "just got home, probably bout to eat something", "you hungry fucker, do you ever stop eating?" he asked I f*****g wish I could stop I thought to myself really thinking about what I had just done and not the lie I had just told. "good luck with that". "wanna video chat" after I just m*********d, yeah no. " Lemme finish my samich" I get up to go actually make a sandwich so it won't be as much of a lie. I did eventually call though, and we talked for most the night until I finally got tired. after hanging up I wished that I could have stayed on the phone all night, my room was dark so I turned on my light because I was afraid of the dark. even at 16 I was still afraid of simple things, and being alone at night time was definitely one of them. I slept clutching a pillow.