Got Your Tail (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Seven

Okay, so he was coming for me, that much I had gathered. Something had gone wrong when he rejected me and we are still mates, so he needs to kill me off. Thing is, he won't get to.

Because by the time he get's here I'll have a plan, I'm not a weak bitch anymore.

Castus, I dare you, bring it on.

I was stronger now, thin maybe but stronger than I'd ever been before. Being rogue had served me well, you've no idea how many fights I've been in since I left the pack house, how dangerous it is to sleep in the forest all the time.

Being rogue doesn't make you go crazy but the other rogues do.

If I'm honest when I first left the place I was unprepared. I had no idea how rough some of the rogues out there were. I mean it was the 21st century, we don't get many rogue attacks in the city, it's too dense.

However I'd moved, I'd gone as far away as I could get. It took me maybe a four hours drive to get to this place, till I pretty much ran out of gas.

Well.

I was good at fighting, but in wolf form, I was pretty much okay in human form but it was still unpracticed.

I looked into my diary.

Maybe I could convince them I was someone else? They'd probably followed me by my scent, maybe I coul-

"Get your work out Stiles." The woman scolded me, the teacher, I don't know her name.

I nodded and put my bag on the table, as though I was about to, then returned to my book.

She saw this but didn't mention it. It must have took guts to talk to me in the first place. I'm not sure why, but I've found more and more lately that humans tend to shy away from me.

I've no reputation, I'm simply silent and deadly.

Maybe humans can sense the danger? Maybe their senses aren't as bad as I was originally taught.

A guy behind me tapped me on the shoulder.

I turned around, slowly, and gave him a blank look with a hint of a glare.

"Oh.. Uh... Hi... Do you have a ruler I can borrow?"

I shook my head no.

He nodded and turned back to whatever he was doing on his sheet.

I leaned in. One thing I'd learnt over the years is to not give a fuck what others think because they will never manage to leave an impact in your life.

He gave me an awkward glance which I ignored.

I was fascinated, he seemed to be drawing a building, but it was so detailed and symmetrical it almost seemed to be coming out of the pages.

I was tempted to complement him but I just stayed still and watched closely. If there's something I noticed when I had drawn before it was that complements came after you had finished drawing and never before. Or it's like a jinx, to me at least.

He seemed to be drawing lines perfectly straight with or without a ruler, that seemed odd to me.

I glanced up at him when his hand froze, he was looking at me but he looked back down at his page when our eyes met, a small blush on his cheeks.

There was something odd about him.

I sniffed at the air.

He stared at me wide eyed.

"W-what are you doing?"

I froze.

And then the bell rang.