Finding myself

Chapter 35

I sighed as Mr. Hawk's class droned on and on. This is getting so boring. Maybe I should hack into the devices around me. Seems like a fun thing to do.

I scan all the devices in my class, looking for the most challenging one.

Your teacher's laptop is definitely the one.

Zian growled with glee. If bloodshed took first place on her list of favorite activities. Then hacking was second.

Ok, here goes.

I was going to focus on it when I heard a pen drop next to me. Annoyed, I glanced to the side.

"Could you grab that for me?" Drake said sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck.

I growled and kicked the pen further to the back of the row of seats so he couldn't get it either.

I know, real mature.

But hey, you can't blame me. Sam's 'prophecy' was coming true. I am too popular. I am almost regretting attacking Blaze. Almost.

Anywhere I go, people whisper and point at me. And they look away if I look directly at them. Cowards.

The only one who didn't look away is Drake, who seems to be in a competition with the rest of the werewolf population for staring at me.

If I catch his gaze he just winks at me. To be honest, I am one step away from punching him. I have avoided his insistent staring. And I hoped the teacher would put an end to it during class. But of all the teachers, I got Mr. Hawk.

Ever since the fight yesterday, Mr. Hawk's interest in me just piqued. He seems more determined than ever to bring my secrets to light. I think he sees me as a test subject or something, as my annoyance seems to be amusing him so much.

So can you really blame me for kicking his pen to the back of the class? Drake actually had the audacity to look shocked at first before he turned on his prince mode. I didn't even want to hear his witty comeback so I just focused on the class. No, anything but that, I mean I focused on the clock. There much better.

Today morning turned out better than I thought because Blaze was too late to come to the crime scene. And I was able to slip past everyone to school early though I missed breakfast. Jason's chocolates were a good substitution. Though Sam would kill me if he knew. I am just breaking rules one after the other.

Nonetheless, I had forgotten what chocolate tasted like.

After everyone caught up with me though, Jason was nowhere in sight. I don't know if he was avoiding me because I am supposedly on my 'period' or because he was still avoiding another fight with me after this morning.

At least, next period is lunch.

If those wolves were still in the alley, I could have visited them. What am I going to do today?

As soon as the bell rang I stuck all my stuff in my bag and bolted out. But Jason stopped me at the entrance. Did he get out of the class early?

"Today's class was so boring Zar-zar." He groaned.

"I skipped class and got out 5 minutes early." He grinned as if he won the Nobel Prize.

I gave him a dry look. That is the most pathetic example of 'skipping class' that I have ever heard. He should take up such art from pros like me.

I walked ahead of him, ignoring the stares. I just want this day to get done with. I zoned out of Jason's blabbering as we neared the cafeteria.

"What award did the creator of the knock-knock joke get?" Jason suddenly asked. I could smell such a corny question from a mile away.