Addicted to their Love

Chapter 3 Yeni

Yeni's p.o.v.

Finally, After tolerating two boring periods of maths and English, I am going to my favorite class, music...The hallway was filled with students, some talking, some making out in the corner and some, like me, hurriedly walking because they don't want to get late.

I am not a nerd, it's just I want to see Mr. Clarke as soon as possible.

I stopped, put my books in the locker, and started walking toward the music room, white tiles making an irritating tick sound as I walked on it. Ugh, these werewolf senses.

I sighed as I watched the music room in front of me at the last corner of the hallway. Our school is not that big or luxurious, it's an average high school... still big enough for a small town like Joseph, Oregon.

" Excited for music class, teacher's pet"

I jerked as Samuel suddenly came from behind, putting his hand on my shoulder. He and everyone else in music class call me teacher's pet because I always listen to Mr. Clarke and he never shouts at me or gives me detention as he gave to others who tried to be smartass or broke school rules.

He used to be so cool and treat students like his friends in the starting but then we students started to piss him off...and after six years of continuous teaching, Mr. Clarke turned from the coolest teacher to the strictest teacher in the school. He was also a famous pianist too before he came to this town but after an accident, he can't play properly and decided to be a teacher, he didn't give up... He is the best.

" Why are you smiling like that? " Samuel asked, nudging my shoulder, " Sometimes I suspect that you are on drugs or something...", he added making me glare at him.

" Shut up Samuel, don't ever say it in front of my father, he will probably think you are right and get worried...", I hissed and he just rubbed the back of his head. Stupid wolf.

" Yeah, you are right and uncle Raphel will get a chance to get rid of you and send you to rehab..." Samuel replied, chuckling and squeezing me playfully like I'm his chew toy.

But I was too lost to snap at him. Raphel, my father's beta is the stepbrother of Samuel's dad. I don't know what is his problem but he never liked me and always tried to send me away... I used to think that he is concerned for me but one day I overheard his conversation.

He was ordering someone to kill me but the other person rejected it. Sadly, I didn't see the face of that person ... I told my father but Raphel convince him that I get a nightmare and everyone believed him because I was just an eleven years old child who was grieving her mother's death.

I heard Samuel sigh beside me before he clenched my wrist and stopped me in front of him, " Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned him..."

I shook my head, perking up at his concerned amber eyes, "It's okay...", I mumbled, staring outside the window beside him...Blurry fog, wrapped over dense long trees like a blanket.

All the memories of those days just came back every time... it's like they never pass and are still happening somewhere again and again. I want to forget about that day, want to forget about her eyes, those faces, and my scream when I accidentally destroyed the woman who made me, when I killed my own mother.

However, Daddy said that it wasn't me. He said, it was a witch passing by and tried to defend us by freezing the rogues but she accidentally froze my mother too.

But deep down I know it was me...It was me who froze her with those rogues. I was just trying to protect little JJ when that wolf is coming towards us. I don't know what happened but something inside me awakened that moment, something dark. I felt it in my veins, in my blood, and in my soul, my wolf felt that destructive power too.

I just screamed and closed my eyes for a second and the next moment everyone in front of me froze there, like ice cubes. My mother was also one of them... My dark brown hair turned into a platinum blonde color and my golden-brown eyes turn blue. They never return to their normal color again.

Daddy said it was because of that witch's magic. But no one ever heard of or seen that kind of witch, I still don't know why my father lied that day. To protect me? Or to protect others from me? There is something wrong with me, something dark.

As I said before, nothing in me is normal.

I still remember, that day, we were alone in the packhouse because daddy and other pack members were fighting other rogues in the woods. Some rogues sneak inside the house, they were asking my mother to give them, what didn't belong to her. I didn't understand what were they talking about but my mother refused and started fighting with them, alone.

She was protecting me and little JJ and what did I do? Froze her to death... I still remember her smiling face when she was dying. The tears which were falling from her eyes, froze there and her body was becoming ice, she was practically melting from cold, but still, she smiled at me like nothing is wrong... like I didn't just freeze my mother till death.

"Yeni, stop...stop it, you are shifting. everyone will see you. there are humans here..."

I heard Samuel's voice and blinked my tears to see him. He was panicking, why is he that afraid? I heard my wolf howl and then only I noticed my claws. s**t, I am shifting...My eyes went wide as I look back at him, " I have...I have to run away from here."

He cupped my face with one hand, staring deep into my eyes, " Take a deep breath Yeni, look at me... take deep breaths like this. In and out..." Samuel whispered, holding my hand tightly.

I take deep breaths, just like he said, and then, a familiar sweet fragrance hit my nose, Mr. Clarke. He is close. I sniff again and close my eyes inhaling his sweet cologne mixed with his body odor... I know it's gross and creepy but for wolves, it's normal to sniff their mates. Yeah, he is not my mate but still, his presence calms me...after some minutes of inhaling and sniffing, I opened my eyes.

Samuel pushed a strand of my silver hair behind my ear, still watching me with concern, " Feeling better? ", he asked and I smiled, a little guilty for worrying him like this. " Yeni, are you alright?"

Nodding my head, I just hugged him tightly, I can't even imagine my life without him at this school, or in this town...or anywhere. After my mother died he always protected me from bullies, until Mr. Clarke came and told me to fight back...that day Samuel had a fever and couldn't come to school.

I wonder, what would have happened if that day Samuel had come and I didn't run away and Mr. Clarke didn't found me. Was I still be that girl who cry instead of fighting back?

Or...I am still that girl, still stuck to the past and cry, it's just no one noticed it anymore. Just Samuel did...and Mr. Clarke.

" Yeni? What is it?", Samuel asked, wrapping his arms around me as he squeezed me tightly, and I rubbed my cheek in his warm protective chest.

" Let's go to class otherwise you will get detention for coming late" I mumbled, still clinging to him tightly.

" Yeah for that you have to let me go first.", Samuel chuckled, I was going to reply but then I noticed Tyler, he was glaring at us...me? Oh! I abruptly stepped back and Tyler turned around and entered the class without waiting for us.

I am sure he doesn't like it when I cling to Samuel like that but he is my best friend, I'll not distance myself from him just because he got a mate now, a bully over possessive mate for that matter.

" Let's go, I'm not lucky like you, to get on the good side of that musical beast," he said, dragging me with him toward the classroom.

I rolled my eyes at him but keep walking anyway, " Mr. Clarke is not that bad, you always piss him off that's why he gives you detention " I gave my reason and opened the door of the music room.

As I stepped inside, I didn't notice the new wooden chairs in the class or how everyone is already settled in it and staring at me as I practically stood there like a statue watching the person in front of me. Didn't he look extra yummy today?

And angry too.

Bitch, my wolf mumbled lowly making me gulp. The only sound I could hear of rain hitting the cold glass window, fast, erratic...like my own breathing as my eyes wandered down his body.

Mr. Clarke is standing in front of me, wearing a white shirt and black long coat. The top two buttons of his shirt are open, showing his delicious-looking hard chest.

My eyes shifted up towards his sharp face, jet black hair stuck backward, a strand falling over his smooth lightly tanned forehead. And today he didn't shave his beard so, the light beard is covering his sharp jawline but still, you can see how defined his jawline is...fuck me!

He leaned against the desk now, his hands in his pocket, the way that his blazer is slightly turned to the side and I couldn't help my eyes to roam down, his hard chest to his perfect abs, hidden under his tight shirt... I swallow my dripping saliva and finally took another step, without looking at his eyes which were definitely piercing me in frustration.

I was wasting his time, but god I can't help it. It should be illegal for him to be this...this perfect, this beautiful.

I walked towards the stool in front of the piano where I always sit. This seat is in front of the class and next to Mr. Clarke's desk. I am the best at playing piano here, so I get to sit here and sometimes I teach others too.

Honestly, first I started learning piano just because I have that little infatuation for Mr. Clarke, but as I learned and play...I started to love this thing, music seem to calm me, just like his presence did.

"Yennifer, you will sit with others today. Ms. Lopez will sit there."

I stopped in my track after listening to him, is he serious? Turning around I look up at his deep blue eyes as he stood in front of me. He looked serious. I shook my head, still confused, "What...but why? it's my seat" I asked, stuttering at my words, making the girl in the front seat giggle at me. Nerd.

Mr. Clarke didn't give me much attention, just crouched down in his chair, " Ms. Lopez is new here and she didn't know how to play. she needs extra guidance..." He replied without looking at me and picked up the attendance register.

" Sir, Can I sit here now?"

That b***h asked and Mr. Clarke nods his head, still ignoring me as if I am not even standing there with an open mouth and wide confused eyes. What the hell... He never behaved like this, at least not to me. I am his star student, didn't I?

I glared at that new girl as she sit at my place, after giving me a smirking smile. She was in my English class too and her name is Lily or Jasmine, Ummm...or was it Rose? f**k her... whatever her name is she is in my territory and she will pay for it.

She is human, You can't hurt her unless she attacks you first.

My wolf mumbled and growl. She is angry too... But we can't hurt any human it will violate the rules with hunters and then the whole pack will be in big trouble.

I scowled at that b***h when I noticed her ogling Mr. Clarke, practically eye rapping him. Just like I was doing moments ago. Almost every girl tried to seduce him, our seniors tried and failed multiple times, and two of them were even expelled three years ago, that time my crush was healthy, not like this destructive obsession.

Anyway, now all horny bitches know that Mr. Clarke is off limits and they stopped trying but this new girl didn't know it. She told in her introduction that she lived in California. A city girl hmm... she thinks, she can get on Mr. Clarke's pants? Pathetic

"Why are you standing here Yennifer? Go sit with others."

Mr. Clarke ordered me... rudely, what? He never talks to me like that. He always speaks to me politely. What the serious f**k happened to him today?

Maybe it's better if I just listen to him, didn't want detention from him too...other teachers already thought that I need therapy. I don't want Mr. Clarke to feel the same.

Sighing I looked at the desks, Simon is sitting with Tyler and only the last seat is empty. Great.

"yes sir", I mumbled, strolled to the end of the classroom, and crouched in the last seat, alone. I hear some girls murmuring happily about it. Bitches.

Sometimes, I wish I don't have this hearing ability so that I don't have to listen to others when they talk about me, because then, I want to beat the s**t out of them, which I obviously can't do because of these stupid rules.

I picked up my notebook as today is music history class and started reading my old notes.

After some minutes, I banged my head on the desk. f**k, I can't stop myself anymore. I thought I'll not look at him but at last, I peeked in front of me at Mr. Clarke but his eyes were already on me, glaring at me. He was still on his seat, one hand on his lap, the other one grasping the register tightly. His jaw-clenched, blue eyes watching me with such intensity I couldn't understand.

Am I hallucinating or was he glaring at me as he glared at other students, I am not like his other students, right?

I didn't do anything wrong, did I? I thought as I looked away, couldn't bear that anger in his eyes anymore. What did I do wrong...nothing.

Wait...wait the f*****g hell. This can't be about that, can it? He didn't find out about his strange stalker, right? He was worried about his weird stalker, who beat those people badly, who speak or do something bad to Mr. Clarke.

Even if someone accidentally bumps into him, that stalker beats that person up and the next day that person comes and apologizes to him.

In case you are wondering who that crazy stalker is? then...surprise, it's me. I am that f*****g stalker.

And I think I am going to die from embarrassment.