To Want You

11

The long dreaded week of exam's finally here and I swear I almost died the first five minutes.

Loona approaches me with a neutral expression. Somewhere in between 'unsatisfied' and 'I could've done better.'

"What did you write in number three?"

I stare into the wall and search the blank space of my memory. "Fifty two thousand..?"

The equations were all over the place. The digits caused me a mental block. My calculator vanished out of thin air only to return ten minutes later. Not to mention the whole experience was a migraine trigger. At one point, I held in the urge to just tear a chunk of the test paper and swallow it down my esophagus.

"I got Two point six." She states with a blink of her eyes, confused. "How on earth did you get fifty two thousand?"

Oh.

Two point six.

So that's what it was.

The question's followed by a loud bang due to me banging my head on the wall. Loona flinches and immediately sneers for me to stop doing that or I'll get hurt.

But it's too late. My head and heart and soul, is already hurt. Mom and dad are gonna kill me if I get a low grade like last time. They may be far away in a different country with my brothers, but no punishment is escapable when it comes to them.

"I'm gonna die." I wail silently, praying the gods that exist grant me the wish of magically changing my answers into the right ones. At this point, if I am able to pass then I'll consider that to be a miracle and probably convert myself into the religious world.

"Stop doing that."She snaps at me again, grabbing my arm to pull me away from the poor wall. "Need I remind you we don't appreciate destruction and violence towards the school's property."

My eyes are hazy and appear lifeless, devoid of inspiration as I limply force myself to face Loona. The girl growls at me one more time, baring her lip back to reveal the protruding fang that identifies her as a werewolf.

"You're being over dramatic."

She's right. I am.

"B-but-"

She shakes her head and I automatically shut up. "No buts. You worked you butt off the whole weekend and I saw that with my own eyes. That test was nothing. You're gonna proceed with a passing score and there's no goddess who can say otherwise."

What did I do in my past life to deserve such a caring friend. I rest my head against her shoulder, digesting everything she's said. "You're right."

"Of course I'm right." She scoffs.

"But how about question number three?"

"It doesnt matter. " She says. "I have a feeling I messed up the formula on that one."

Someone clears their throat, causing the both of use to look at the source.

With an eyebrow arched up in question, Abel stares at me before slowly dragging his gaze towards Loona. The two cousins stare down at each other for what feels like an eternity before one finally initiates the first motion.

Loona takes five steps back which causes a pack of confusion erupting within me.

She clears her throat and hands me a box of banana milk that I sadly only take notice of now. "I'll see you after break. Don't take too long."

Loona walks away before I can even respond back. If I didn't know any better, it's as if Abel told her to move it. Or maybe not.

Weird.

What brings me back from staring at the direction she left off to, is the cold finger brushing over my forehead.

"What happened here?" His voice's low and raspy, vibrating through his chest. I find the height between us totally unfair. Back when we were kids, I recall being at least three inches taller than him and always made fun of him because of it.

Called him names like shorty, midget, dwarf and many more. I was such a tease growing up and very handful. Thinking about it now, I'm glad he never took those names to heart. Especially now that he's a foot and a half taller than me.

It's upsetting.

The moment I stopped growing was when Abel finally entered his growth spurt and that's when things went haywire after that. Puberty hit him hard like a truck and there's no denying he's become a walking figure sculpted by the godess Aphrodite herself.

Do werewolves believe in other deities?

Doesn't matter.

My head probably sprouted a crimson bruise from the impact of my action earlier. Abel's fingers slide away from my skin to the strands of my hair, twirling it around. A habit he caught on through the years.

"I hit my head a few times. But I'm fine." I cough out, trying to take a step back only to twist my face in pain. As I look back at him, I notice a handful of my hair stuck between his fist.

Disappointment falls on his face. "Don't do that again."

"Yeah, yeah." I roll my eyes. "Let go of my hair."

He lifts a brow up causing me to huff in surrender.

"Please..?"

I have to squint my eyes from the sudden bright smile he's giving me.

This guy.

I get that he has nice teeth and all but there's no reason for him to show off.

"Next period starts in five minutes. Let's go."

The awfull reminder makes me slump my shoulder once again which erupts a tingkling chuckle from my bestfriend.

"Don't laugh."

"Then stop being cute."

"Which part of me exactly is cute?" I deadpanned. "Get yourself a new pair of glasses cause you obviously need it."

"You're one to talk."

"My eye sight's gotten better over the years so there's that." Abel probably forgot about that laser treatment I had two years ago. As we dive deeper into the hallway, I catch sight of a very familiar crimson headed girl.

With all that's been going on, I almost forgot to ask Abel about her. "So, Van."

"Hmm?"

"That girl you helped." I remind him.

"Oh..What about her?"

Seeing that he's giving me no reaction of interest whatsoever probably means there's nothing he feels towards her. Mission failed again is it?

"Forge-"

"She's weird." He confesses in a low mutter. But that's enough for me to pull out a hidden grin.

He might've called her weird but at least there's a reaction. I'll have to fill Mrs Parker in on this later.