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Prologue – What sucks about being a Werewolf
There were so many ups and downs about being a werewolf.
So far Paul only been a werewolf about three weeks, three weeks is enough to decide what he likes, and doesn't like, about being a werewolf.
The things he likes are things that are quite obvious, one, he's bigger. Not that he was small before but he bulked up fast, he was the biggest wolf right after Sam, which meant that he was well, so far, a top dog. – no pun intended – Not to mention he was faster, way faster than anyone could ever dream of.
The next thing was definitively where he turned into a wolf, because that has to be the coolest thing ever, he could turn into a monkey or a lizard or something weird like that, but no, he turned into a wolf which was pretty fucking cool if you asked him.
The next thing was, as cheesy as it sounds, true friends. Before of course, he had friends, but as comes with them, you never now when they talk behind your back or are plotting against you or are trying to steal your girl friend, which was a real pain in the ass. But with Sam, Jared and Embry, and now Jacob, he didn't have to worry about them hiding anything from me because they couldn't. And not to mention they were just pretty good guys, everyone except Jacob with his little leech-lover fetish.
But without that little problem, even he was okay.
Now the things he didn't like, which was a pretty hefty list.
The first thing was the heat, it was like he could never completely cool down unless he was dunked in ice water or swimming at the beach, which he didn't have any time for.
The second thing was the whole 'like-the-hulk-when-i-get-angry-i-change'. Because Paul was known for one thing, Anger.
His parents started noticing the anger thing around his third grade year when his teacher told him to go and sit in the corner for putting mud on Kelsy Martin's seat and he told the man to screw off and stepped on his foot. This was the first of many incidents.
What was weird was he ended up dating Kelsy Martin for a short time in sixth grade.
But that was besides the point, the next thing was the work. Running around the fricken town from ten at night till almost three a.m. until Embry got his lazy ass out of bed.
The next thing was the hormones, well not necessarily, just THE hormones but just hormones in general. Paul was never someone who was a big bag of hormones like the rest of his class, but DID have his very own 'teenage boy' streak, that his mother named it. He couldn't get a hard on in class anymore or he would flip the fucking desk.
His photo teacher, Mrs. Gel, had the most delicious scent in the world and had him hardening up like a fucking steel pike. Though he'd only been back in class for a day.
That was the last thing he hated, and the very most, and the most recently discovered, was school.
This place was like a monkey's cage.
Everything seemed new to him, almost like he was in a new town with kids he'd never known instead of the exact opposite. Guys that he had once been friends with now seemed idiotic and childish, they smelled like a testosterone incent and sweat. The way the behaved was ridiculous.
Paul knew he had a temper but they just seemed flat out stupid with the way they fought like girls over a Barbie doll.
Oh man, and the girls!
He never thought he would say this but for the most part they disgusted him.
They were a cocktail of perfume, estrogen, a little testosterone, and hormones. And it made him sick. There was nothing more disgusting than a girl who didn't smell good, and none of them, besides his teacher, smelled good.
And the more he looked at them, the more he couldn't find anything attractive about them. They all looked the same to him, tan, long brown hair, brown eyes or green eyes, the brown eyes were pretty he thought, green eyes were kind of cliché to him but Jared seemed to have a thing for it.
And girls were cruel! They way that they talked about each other (he hadn't been able to hear it before) was horrible. They seemed to not care about one another feelings there were many a times that day he heard their horrible gossips and whispers. If he were a girl he would hate his own species.
Jared was no help with anything, he simply laughed at all the things Paul complained about which pissed him off to no end.
Jared was one of the few pack brothers that he had been friends with before he phased. Actually, the only friend.
Which was a good thing. He didn't want to be jus stuck with Black, Call and Atera, they got on his nerves.
"What are you thinking so hard about? Your forehead looks like it's going to be permanently creased." Jared asked as they were leaned up against Paul's locker at lunch hour.
"None of your business." Paul snapped, rubbing a forearm feeling jumpy.
Jared mused silently to himself for a moment, "Oh well – I'll know it later anyways, so you might as well tell me."
Paul snapped, "It's not like it's anything bad, I was just thinking about how different this is."
"What do you mean?" Jared asked, shaking his head.
"I mean, think of all these people, known em' for years right? It's feels all knew, like I've never met them before, how tired I am of the guys and disgusted with the girls, I just don't understand." He said.
"I know how you feel," Jared admitted. "It feels like another world, in a way, I feel like I'm lying to them."
There was some truth to that, feeling like you were in a clown mirror, the away you actually looked and then what you thought everyone saw.
"Yeah." That was all he could think of in response without getting too deep, as cool as Jared was, you couldn't get in a deep conversation with him without him chatting your ear off.
Jared dug around in his locker before pulling out a bag of chips and holding some out to Paul he snagged a few of them and chewed quietly while contemplating. He hated being hungry all the time, but that was just part of his life.
At that moment, a group of girls walked down the hall.
They were the exact kind of girls that he had been thinking about just moments before. Two of them were wearing jean skirts that were passing as belts at the moment, so short that their pockets were hanging out of the bottom. Breasts were bulging out of tight shirts. They only had small Dora and Elmo decorated backpacks that were way to cliché now for teenage girls.
They were the kind of girls Paul used to go for too. His last girl friend was Amanda Hawk. She had died her hair striking red, had rubbed up against him at the beach party and gave him something nice in his truck after wards, that about three months ago, he'd just been fooling around since.
She was in the group now, Amanda Hawk, she was hot, he had to admit. He just wasn't attracted to her anymore like that. If he even thought of being with her he got this wrong feeling in his chest, like this just wasn't meant to be.
She was walking with three other girls, Jenna Kyeric, Feona McCartier, and Amaiya Fitzgerald.
They were giggling over something, another small group of friends were walking down the opposite hall.
Amanda said something loudly, "Oh my gosh, I hate when FAT girls where dresses with print it makes them looks huge." She giggled.
I frowned, and she continued. "Like seriously, if you're over like 120 pounds you shouldn't be wearing anything that is not a sweats! No one wants to see your flab." She said crudely.
I looked down the hall at the other group, it was obvious she was calling them out on something. I looked deeper into the group, one skinny girl in jeans, one boy in tight skinny jeans and one girl in a flower print dress, she looked up, her eyes sad and beautiful, and his world froze.
End Of Chapter
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