Chapter 2
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I don't get what's up with Loren. I don't care anymore. It's his problem, not mine. Apparently, nothing I do is going to make him better even though I didn't even try and see if he anything I do does make him better. But I don't want to be a bother and mess with him.
When school was over, I needed a ride home. Peter was gone, Clara takes the bus, which was already gone. Some of these students here I hardly get along with. Then I spotted Loren coming out of the school. He had
his hood on then he took his hood off and looked around. Then he started walking.
"Loren!" I called out to him, he
stopped walking. He slowly
turned around, with a smirk on
his face.
"Wipe that smirk off your face,
Loren," I muttered. His smirk got
wider.
"Well, look who it is," he said.
I rolled my eyes. "I, um, I need
a ride."
"Well, too bad, because I don't
have a car."
Loren's POV!
"Well, too bad, because I don't
have a car."
"You don't? How do you go
home?"
'I shape-shift into a big bad wolf
and roam the woods until I want
to go home.
I wasn't going to tell her that and freak the s**t out of her.
Instead, I told her, "I walk, duh."
Like a normal person would say
if they don't have a car or ride the bus.
"Well, since I know you probably live a couple of blocks away from me, do you think I could walk with you?"
In my mind, I was smiling.
She's getting better and better!
She's getting faster, more hearing
- probably smelling, too. And now she kind of knows where I live. She must be ready.
"Sure," I half-smiled. She half-smiled too and began
walking with me. It was quiet
most of the way, and we were by the dark woods. I know what
she's thinking right now, but she
won't see those eyes.....not right
now. She came a little closer to
me.
"Are you okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah! I'm fine." She
looked away from the woods.
Then she shivered.
"Are you cold?"
"Yes."
"Here." I took of my hoodie and gave it to her, and she quickly pulled it over her head and wrapped her arms around
her-self. Then, she smiled. "Better?"
"Much better now. But aren't you cold?"
"Nope. In class, I bet you
noticed how hot I was. All the
heat coming off of me," I said.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
I sensed it. "A lot of people use
to tell me that."
"Oh." She looked into the
woods again, and squinted her
eyes. She calmed down a little;
I'm guessing she was alright
about seeing those green eyes.
I'm Loren Lexington, and I'm
a f*****g bad-ass. Well, maybe.
Okay, I'm not a total bad-ass, I'm
sort of a gentleman, and I'm caring. Other than that, I'm a
bad-ass.
I'm also a werewolf. Not
those weird looking things you
see on T.V. What's those things?
Lycanthropes. Disgusting.
We don't eat other's flesh. We
basically look like other wolfs.
Except we're much, much bigger.
How big? You may ask. Well, let's
say we're about 8 to 10 feet. You
might think that's not big, but it is. Try standing up to one.
My wolf form color is black,
white, and gray, like a cat color.
Oh, by the way, I hate being called a dog. I was called that once by a friend. Once he called me that, he was limping for a year. Sorry, I couldn't help it.
And if you're wondering how
I know about Elyssa seeing green
eyes in the dark, yeah, those are
my eyes. I've known her since I,
well both of us, were 10. We're
both 17 now. I've been watching
her, and waiting. I know that
sounds creepy, but if you would
have known me at young age,
you might even think it's cute and romantic.
I can't tell what I'm waiting for;
it'd ruin everything.
My parents, Lina and Robert,
are werewolves, too. Both of them are. They're either out in wolf forms, or at home like a normal family. Whatever. Oh, and I also have a younger sister who is sixteen, Cqari but we call her Qari as nickname. She, too, is also a bad-ass, and a Werewolf. We have fun together like Elyssa has fun with Andy.
Now, back to me and Elyssa
walking, and she being cold, and
I giving her my hoodie, and her
calming down.
"I was wondering...." I started.
"Yeah?" she looked at me.
"Do you ever feel like your
mom isn't telling you anything?"
I'm a total dumb-ass for asking
her this. Of course she feels this
way. Her mom is a were-
Oops, not telling.
"Yeah, I get that a lot," she
smiled. "Do you?".
"Yeah," I lied. My mom tells
me everything. She told me I was
werewolf when I was six! "What
do you think your Mom isn't
telling you?"
We turned onto her block.
"I don't know. Like, yesterday
morning. My little brother,
Andy, passed me a bottle of
syrup, and it went lop-sided. I
caught it before it hit the ground.
I have very fast reflexes. But
my Mom looked at me like
there was something she wasn't
exactly telling me," she said. I'm
sure she feels okay or just a little
uncomfortable telling me this.
We reached her porch. She faced
me, and looked into my eyes. She
sighed. "Thank you, Loren, for
walking me home."
"You're welcome." Then
I smirked. "What, no kiss
good-bye?"
She snorted. "Hardly!"
I laughed. "See ya, tomorrow,
Elyssa."
She smiled and went inside,
closing the door.
I felt like doing a happy dance
for making her smile. But people
would see me and think, What
the hell is a hot boy doing out there doing some weird s**t?"
And actually, I had no need
to change tonight. I'll just walk
straight home.
On the way home, my Mom
and Dad were on the back porch.
This should be great, I thought.
"Loren! Where have you been?" my Mom almost roared in my face. Her ears were pointy, so were her teeth, and she had fur
on the back of her hands.
At least my Dad was calm.
"I was walking a girl home."
And just like that, my Mom was
back to normal. "Elyssa?"
"Yep," I popped my lips at the
'p' sound.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry for yelling
at you, but next time you better
warn us," she said and walked
into the house.
Then my little sister, Cqari, comes out with her arms crossed. "What the hell do you want?"I asked. "Another race?"
"No! The only reason you beat me was because you tried to trip me and I hurt my paw!" she yelled at me. I snorted. Whatever. She should know by now I play dirty. "I wanted to know if Elyssa is starting to like you. She is going to be my sister soon."
"I have no idea yet," I shook
my head.
"Well, hurry up!" Cqari yelled.
"Cqari!" my Mom yelled.
I laughed at her, and she hit me
in the chest with a rock. Man, she
has good aim.
Later at night, my parents
changed and went to fetch the
family some food. We get our
meat from wild animals, really.
If you open our freezer, all you
see is meat. That's why we have a
deep freezer also.
"You suck, you know that?"
Cqari said.
"No, I really didn't know that," I
said, sarcasm in my voice.
"Drop the sarcasm. I'm
serious!"
"Yeah, I know."
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