Broken Half

VI. Three Cavities

Dylan didn't do anything after that, but Rosario was in tears. I don't blame her. I would be afraid too.

Bitch or not, no one should be handled like that.

The hallway was still quiet as some of the guys blocked the girls with them. It's a natural defense.

Even Brian and Eric are in front of Brenda and me.

After a few more seconds, Dylan's eyes went back to their natural colors. He exhales quietly, "Oh. Rose. I'm so sorry for grabbing you like that. I didn't know what happened."

Rosario was too stunned to respond. Instead, more tears roll down.

"It's my wolf," Dylan explains. "He was upset. I promise that will never happen again." Dylan grabs Rosario's red face and rubs off the tears with his thumbs. "I'm so so sorry, Rose."

I've read about this type of scenario. Whenever a werewolf acts violent towards anyone, it's most likely their wolves counterpart. Their wolves are another part of their soul that surfaces whenever their emotions take over - the natural instinct part of them.

The higher you are on the werewolf hierarchy, the more aggressive your wolf tends to be.

Aggression is a method to express dominance.

Dominance over their enemies.

Their pack members.

Their soulmate.

And then, when everything is over, their normal state returns, and they would blame it all on their wolves counterparts.

Dylan embraces Rosario cautiously, "I'm so so so sorry."

I can see it - the steady-state of brainwashing through fear and the promise of protection from that fear.

In summary, Dylan won't show his aggressive nature as long as Rosario submits.

"What's going on here?" Mr.Huber questions.

After they dispersed, the school went wild again. Words were traveling at light speed. Some agree with Dylan's actions. They say that someone needs to put Rosario in her place because she's out of control. Others didn't think the same.

The days pass, and Rosario changes more and more. She wasn't in a tight top and short skirts anymore.

She didn't wear that outfit to please boys. It was a statement. How she can wear whatever the f**k she wants. Call her a w***e, and her heel mark will be all over your face.

Instead, she always had an oversized jacket wrapped around her body. Most likely, it's Dylan's jacket. He joined the football team a few days ago. There isn't anything in the student handbook that prevents werewolves from joining a sport or club. The jocks warm up to him really fast.

The other werewolves did the same thing except with different sports.

After the lunch bell rings, I get ready for my mom to pick me up. I have a dental appointment.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I said goodbye to everyone as they left for class.

After I grabbed my stuff, I made my way towards the front of the school only to see Rosario and Dylan.

"Rose. Darling. I don't understand why you need to dress in a tight dress."

"I'm not talking about Halloween or Autumn Festival Beauty Contest, but this is the winter formal Dylan. I'm going to be crowned Winter Queen."

Dylan did not look happy about her response.

"The girls in my family had been Winter Queen ever since this town was founded. It's not just my family thing. It's important to me."

I reach for the knife in my back pocket. Ever since my parents heard the news about werewolves attending my school, they made me bring a pocket knife. I got authorized by the school district to carry it around. Right now, they're in a chaotic state.

Rosario rubs her arm, "It'll only be for a moment on stage." I've never heard Rosario sound so...terrified.

"Will there be another male?"

Rosario was quiet.

"Will there?"

"Yes."

I could hear a deep breath, "I would like it if you two don't have any physical contact."

I retract my hand from my back pocket.

Rosario smiles, "I'll dance with you the whole night."

A large smile made its way across Dylan's face. He places a hand beside her head, "Oh? I get the honor of dancing with the queen?"

When the dangerous atmosphere died down, I made my appearance and walked down the hall. I didn't make eye contact with them as I left the building.

"What are you two doing?" I heard a voice behind me. "Go to class."

When I spot a place to sit, I rest my legs—big mistake. To my right was Jenny, who hid between two stone pillars. A teacher made an appearance, and I showed him my pass. He nodded and made a U-turn back into school.

Jenny pulls out the cigarette from her lips. "Sup."

I nod, "Sup."

This is the longest eye contact we have ever had.

"Julia Elias. Right?"

I nod, "Jenny Gilmore."

Jenny nods and places the cigarette back between her mouth.

"Waiting for someone?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"You're going to get in trouble if someone finds you out here."

She shows me a pass.

"For smoking."

"Werewolves follow a different law."

"Such as?"

"We're allowed to smoke at sixteen."

"You're shitting with me."

Steadily, Jenny turns her head and raises a brow, "Do I look like I'm shitting with you?"

"Yeah. I've never heard of a law like that."

After a few seconds, Jenny chuckles, "Yeah. That law doesn't exist." She crushed the cigarette and threw it to the side. "You got balls. Hunter, am I right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Drop out?"

"What makes you think that?"

"You're here. At a school for norms."

"Norms?"

"It's what we call humans that aren't hunters in the werewolves' community," she explains.

"Maybe, I'm here to protect the norms."

"I met the hunters here to protect the norms, and you're not one of them." I should've known they would introduce hunters from another school to the werewolves before exchange.

There's been so many changes and so many faces I haven't remembered that I don't know who is who. Then again, I barely know my current schoolmates.

"Have your fun observing me for the last few days?" I ask Jenny.

Of course, I have noticed her curious stares for the last few days. Who wouldn't? It was highly uncomfortable.

"Yeah."

"And?"

"You live a pretty boring life."

"What caught your eyes?"

She smiles, "Your eyes."

I admit those words got my heart rate increased a little bit. If Jenny were a male, those two words would've caught me.

"I can hear your heartbeats. Anxious?"

"A bit," I responded.

"In a good or bad way?"

"In a questionable way."

"Who are you waiting for?" I didn't expect a girl who could glare holes through walls could talk so much.

"My mom."

"Reason?"

"Dental appointment."

"Cavities?"

"Potentially."

Steadily, Jenny's slightly pale lips curl into somewhat of a smirk, "Want me to check?"

Holy crap. She's flirting with me.

"No," I responded.

"Why not?"

"I'm not interested."

"In girls?"

"In werewolves."

"What's wrong with werewolves?"

"Trouble."

Jenny got up and tucked her hands inside her jacket. She stands in front of me and leans forward, "What's life without a little trouble?"

"What about your soulmate? I thought you guys live for that."

She chuckles, "Don't believe what you read in stories."

"It's the news."

"All the more, you shouldn't believe it."

When I heard a car honk, we looked forward.

"That's my ride," I said.

Jenny sat where I was earlier. When I got into the car, mom had her eyes set on Jenny. "Friend?"

"No."

Jenny waves at mom, and mom returns it. "Wolf?"

"Yes."

"She's pretty."

"She's an alpha."

"Pretty much a walking wad of problems," mom said.

"Drive, mom. Drive."

"I will," mom chuckles, "Calm down."

"Her friend is coming."

"Huh?"

"He's also an alpha."

When I heard a loud sound, I turned around to see a motorcycle blurring towards us. I turn back, "Drive, mom. Drive."

Mom laughs slightly before she drives away. "You aren't the type who is afraid of werewolves."

I turn around to see an image of a person on a motorcycle. From his structure, he's male - a huge one at that. Jenny hops off of the seat and walks towards him. When the helmet turns towards me, I look away.

"The female alpha's name is Jenny, and she offers to check my cavities."

Mom furrows her brows before she makes a sound: "Oh!" She turns right, "She has the hots for you!"

I shudder.

"There's nothing wrong with preferring your own sex."

I glance at her, "Mom."

Mom is a fast learner. With that single word, she knows what I meant. I'm not afraid to experiment. "Oh."

"It's just...she's a werewolf."

Mom gasped, "You're specist!"

"Call me whatever you want to call me, but the last thing I need is an alpha or beta breathing on my neck. Plus, it's too much of a headache."

"Headache?"

"Let's say I do hook up with Jenny."

Mom stops at a red light, "Ooooh." She wiggles her brows.

The reason why I'm so open to experimentation is the woman in front of me. When I was fifteen, my mom gave me birth control and condoms. She says it's okay to want to explore yourself, but you should explore safely.

As in, no teen pregnancy, and if someone wants to record you - walk away.

If someone makes you feel like you're shitty all the time - walk away.

Basics.

"I know I'm not her soulmate. It can only end on a terrible note."

Mom ran her hand down my hair, "I taught you well. You're almost eighteen, not pregnant. You got a job. I'm a proud parent."

There's not alot I have to do to make my parents proud.

Today, two outrageous things happened.

One, an alpha flirted with me.

Two, I have three cavities.