The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 10: School Is Cool?

 The short drive to school is enough to make me aware of my surroundings and myself. It's only 7:43 in the morning and the class will start not until 8am. I haven't had enough sleep because of the nightmare I got last night, and I would spare myself the details. It's not getting worst but it's not getting better for myself either. It's constant. My eyes' lids are closing on its own, as if it has a mind of its own, but I can't help myself. I'm too sleepy to care about school. I need sleep, and when I get home, I promise, I would take a sleep as long as possible. Oh I can already feel the soft duvet wrapped around me and the soft and bouncy mattress against my back. Apparently, Mom has other plans. She pinches me real hard and I squeal. Dave snickers and when I give him a cold glare, he immediately purses his lips but failing not to smile. I sigh in annoyance and rub my eyes.

First thing I need to do when we arrive at the school is to go to the bathroom and splash a cold water in my face. That would help me awake throughout the day until I get home, or I could get some food and devour. That would give me enough energy to survive school today. The world is fading in front of my eyes and I receive another pinch from Mom, which I shot a glare because the skin of my arm is now reddish. This time, Dave laughs hard and I try to punch him lightly but he ducks. Mom scowls at our actions and gives me a glare. I immediately let myself behave and wait for the ride to stop.

School comes into view and a lot of students are going inside. First day in Hell, I think. But I'm already living in Hell. Well, school is just a different place, but it's part of Hell. Wow. Everybody is wearing the same clothes as ours. Apparently, this school has a uniform policy where we are required to wear. If we ever wear casual clothes, detention would be a punishment and a lecture. And we don't want that. Our uniform is just a white polo, matched with a blank pants and a black shoes. For girls, it's a skirt reaching above the knee, white polo, and a black shoes. What's the style? Their hair. Some have their hair styled up here and there, and some girls have their hair dyed green or blue or whatever color they want to have. Mom pulls over in front of the school's gate and both Dave and I climb out of the car. Mom gives us a stern look and tells us to behave and be good, even though we're a teenager and practically men. Not really. We're still childish, but compared to Dave, I'm the most matured. We both nod at Mom and the car roars back in life and she drives away. Today, we have not brought our things since we're sure that it's just a meet and greet day. Right?

"Look at these people," Dave says as he looks girl after girl. There are a lot of girls breaking the above the knee rule, but we don't have a say in those. Detention does. "Anyways, let's get going. It's... 7:52 and we're going to be late. We have yet to find our classes. We share some, I think, but not all."

"Okay, let's go." I say, taking a deep breath and moving forward. Since we're new, typical shits, people keep looking at us and are surprised to see some new faces. But something about the stares keep me bothered. I scan the area and found nothing suspicious. Must be my imagination. Still, I can't help but to feel I'm being watched. That we're being watched. Purposely, like they have plans. My pace fastens and Dave doesn't have an option but to walk faster with me. Once we get inside the school, people are scrambling to get into their respective classes and it looks like Lucifer is about to come. The floor is a messed, a lot of papers are scattered. We head into the main desk, where a lady in her late thirties, a blue-eyed woman named Samantha, is punching rapidly on the computer. "Um, hi. I'm Kieran Lars Lockwood and this is my brother Ean Davidson Coffler. We're hear to get... the map and guide?" I look at Dave and he just shrugs. Samantha seems to know what we're looking for. It seems like she has been dealing with this type of scenario every year and knows what to do already. She punches rapidly on the computer's keyboard and prints out something, then hands it to us.

"This is your schedule for this semester," she says in a calm voice and hands us the map. "And this is the map that you're looking for. First class is Math, Room 144B, Second floor of B-Building. You're in A. You guys share the same classes. Better go, Mr. Dames doesn't want some of his students to be always late. For now, just tell him that you're new and got lost and he shall spare you from his wrath. But do not use the same reason tomorrow in case you guys get late. He'll skin you alive. Just kidding." Samantha chuckles and Dave and I look at each other and laugh nervously. Weird. Great, now we have Math as our first class and have a terror professor. Shit. I take a look at the map and check the closest route to the B-Building and curse when I see that we need to walk further until we get to the route to the B-Building. The more we are late, the more chances of winning. They say.

We jog, panting and breathing hard, both Dave and I are not athletic, but we have bulky arms as we work out together in gym. Every weekend. But we never like to run at all. The building, it seems like it's been isolated for some time now and the classes have already started. We run till we reach the second floor and quickly look for Room 144B. Eventually, we found the room and when we open the door, everybody looks at us as well as the professor, which I assume is the terror professor Mr. Dames. But my eyes travel into a pair of beautiful grey eyes. A smile creeps up into my face and makes my eyes shine. So, we share the same classes.

Troy waves his hand and I wave back, and Dave is running his hand on his neck, looking embarrassed for being late. He never wants to be late. Mr. Dames, who has a blank expression on his face, jerks his chin on available chairs and both Dave and I take our seat. I assume he already knows that we're just new. I'm one seat apart of Troy and he seems to be looking my way. I can feel his stare digging in the side of my head and I can't help but to look at him as well. Apparently, Dave senses because he whistles in a low tone that makes me blush and scowl at him. He gives me a lopsided grin. Troy gives me a shy smile as always.

Math subject doesn't sound boring at all when I have Dave and Troy to entertain me. Although Dave is being such a pain in the ass, Troy, on the other hand, keeps making me smile by making horrible faces at Mr. Dames whenever his back faces us. There are a lot of snickers here and there and it takes an ounce of patience before Mr. Dames shots us a cold and deathly stare, his eyes scanning the room, looking for the culprit but nobody budges. He curses under his breath and turns around again and mutters if he sees the culprit, he'd have more than detention. Goofy Troy. I like that.

Dave and I share three classes whereas Troy and I share five classes, which is so great by the way. It means that we'll be spending more time with each other than we intend to. After our date, we have gotten closer and more comfortable with each other and I can't deny that it's a progress for my new life. I bet Furion would be happy to see me smiling again genuinely, to feel comfortable, to have a new friend by my side.

I think Troy doesn't like his hair to be styled. His blonde hair is, once again, disheveled and I like that. He never really cares about his hair, but the messy hair really looks good on him. Turns out a lot of girls like Troy. Because of his looks, of his attitude, of his goodness. I've seen it in their eyes. Because I have the same look when I watch Troy.

"You falling for Troy da Silva?" Dave says in a girlish tone, battling his lashes and smiling like a maniac. I laugh at him and wack his head and he flinches but grins. "Oh, brother. I told you. Troy is perfect for you. Now, now, why don't you tell me I'm the best fairy you've ever had. You will ever have."

"Fuck you, Dave." I chortle, shaking my head. "And no, I'm not falling. I simply like him."

The day is getting good so far. The breeze of the air. The temperature of the heat of the sun. Everything is going smoothly and the sleepyness has been long gone since I saw Troy. I smile, knowing that this day would get any better soon. I just have to stick with Dave and Troy. And as soon as my eyes scan the area, I see a familiar face that makes my eyes wide. My whole body trembles and I try to calm my breathing. Troy and Dave look at me worriedly and ask if I'm okay. I am not okay. When I look again, the familiar face has been gone. It must be my brain tricking me. He can't be here. What's the reason for him to be here? In public? In this fucking school?

I'm pretty sure I just saw the face of Perry Dames, the Beta of the Great Alpha.