The Devil's Backbone

6. More Of You

So it goes without saying that I’m hooked on you

And by now I’m out of my mind with this self-abuse

I guess I should have looked out for myself

I guess that I could have found someone else

But I never met anyone

Who’s loving made me so damn crazy

Harley

            I looked down at my fingers for the fourth time. I was fidgeting with my bracelet again and I had to force myself to stop. The strings around the knot were starting to fray and I didn’t want to break it, there was no way I could get another one. I was sitting in class, staring out of the window, like I always did, and waiting for it to end. A nudge from an elbow brought me out of my daydream. I looked to my right to find Emma looking at me expectantly.

            “Hmm?”

            “I asked if you wanted to eat off campus today?” she gave me an aggravated look. Lately I had been really out of it, and not only Emma was getting annoyed with me.

            “Oh yea sure.” The bell rang and I collected my things and shoved them into my bag, following Emma out of the room.

            “Good, this gives us a chance to talk about what’s been going on with you.” She led me to her car and I got in.

            “Nothing is going on with me, I’m just a little off.” I mumbled.

            “Yea ok, and my mate is a virgin.” I laughed, Emma was convinced that since she had such open feelings about sex that her mate would too. Your mate is supposed to be your other half right.

            “I’m just feeling under the weather, that’s all.” I lied. Well it wasn’t a complete lie, without my ‘feeling’ my whole body felt terrible. Once I’d had a taste, not having it felt like hell.

            “Oh that’s right you did have that thing a couple of weeks ago, is it still happening? What did the doctor say?”

            That reminded me of something, “Actually my blood test came in this week. I told the doctor I would stop buy this weekend to discus the results with him. So hopefully its nothing, just a small bug or something.”

            “Yea hopefully.” We pulled into the drive through and ordered what we wanted. A couple of minuets later, we were chowing down in the parking lot, the food was so good here and we rarely got to eat out. As werewolves we were expected to keep a good diet, especially because we were in training. Our moms would kill us if they knew we were having Whoppers and large fries.