Making It Right
"Leave me alone! I told you I'm fine!" I yelled at my older brother. Greg rolled his eyes at me, not even concerned that I was getting ready for a fist fight with him. He straightened his shoulders, making him tower over me by a few more inches than he already did though.
"You're not fine. Just let me take you over to Sue's house so she can check you over," Greg said, crossing his arms. I ignored him and stormed down the hallway to my room at the end of the hallway. He followed close behind me though. I hurried and slammed the door on him and locked the door so he wouldn't bother me anymore.
Greg has started to look at me funny now. I understand why but it's annoying. I've grown half a foot in about a month and I am always running a fever. The littlest thing will set me off, making me get into more fights at school and arguments with Greg every other day. I'm starting to get muscles, real muscles that you see body builders with even though I don't work out. I scared out of my mind about it all but I wasn't going to let anyone know that.
"Preston, open the damn door!" Greg pounded on my door. I hated my name. Who named there kid Preston? It was stupid and sounded like shaving cream.
I let him bang on the door. I just turned on my heavy metal music and laid down on my bed, trying to drown him out. My hearing must be improving instead of getting worse from my loud music because I could hear Greg clearly still. Jeez this was starting to get weird.
I don't why Greg is bugging me about all this. He went through all of this last year and nothing was wrong with him. He grew taller and got muscles and starting eating more but he didn't have to go see Sue. God, he was so annoying!
I ended up falling asleep and woke up the next morning to my music still blaring and I was still dressed in my clothes from yesterday. I groaned and got out of my bed. I turned off my music and unlocked my door and went to the bathroom.
I took my shower and got ready for school. I slipped a white t-shirt on and pair of ripped jeans with my beat up shoes.
I didn't see Greg at all so I went ahead and left. My old Ford car groaned all the way to school. I'd have to take it to the auto shop in town later on if I still wanted a car to drive around.
Once I got to school I parked my car then headed over to the benches to relax before getting stuffed into a classroom. A few of cheerleaders saw me coming and scattered. I sighed and sat down, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. I could hear the students around me muttering about how I beat the crap out of David Hanress on Friday. Today was my first day back from my OSS (Out of School Suspension) and it was still fresh news.
"Hey you, aren't you going to school?" I opened my eyes to see who was talking. It was a tall guy, like me, with muscles, like me, that hung out with Josh Uley. I yawned and rubbed my eyes and glanced down at my wristwatch. I've missed the first half of first period.
"Uh, thanks, I would have slept here all day if you hadn't come by," I mumbled. I wasn't very good with thanking people. He just nodded and waited for me to get up.
"That was a pretty cool fight Friday," he stated. I glanced over at him to see if he was messing with me. I don't think he was.
"It was okay. David didn't put a very good fight," I replied. He laughed and clapped me on the back like we were best friends.
"I'll see you around Preston," and he walked off to his own class. What a freak. All of Josh Uley's friends were big and all that. They kept to themselves mostly so it's a rare thing if one of them talked to you. I didn't feel very special though just tired and a little annoyed.
My teacher glared at me when I came in late but didn't say anything to me as I took my seat in the back of the room. Everyone else ignored me and made sure to give me the cold shoulder. I didn't care anymore about them; I was used to it by now.
The day went by in a blur for me but everyone was all excited about the upcoming dance. Yah, what fun that's going to be, not. I made sure to avoid getting into fights though so that was a plus for me and none of Josh's group bothered me again.
I went home thinking of what I was going to have for dinner when something huge ran across the road. I slammed on my brakes but still hit whatever it was. My airbag didn't go off so I banged my head pretty good against the steering wheel but I didn't care right then.
I jumped out of my car and went to see what I had hit. A giant wolf, yes a wolf, was withering in the middle of the road, whimpering while trying to crawl off into the forest. Its front left leg was twisted wrong.
I swallowed nervously and looked around to see if another car was coming, nope, and went over to it slowly. Traffic was like zero in La Push so I wasn't surprised no one had saw me hit a giant wolf, good figure.
The wolf didn't even bother to look at me as I stepped closer to it. It was dark gray with white paws and a white muzzle. It was cool looking except for the whole leg thing.
"God, I swear if you bite me I'll hit you again with my car," I muttered before reaching out to touch it. The wolf finally seemed to realize that I was there because it froze and watched me out of the corner of its eye.
I brushed my fingers against its back. It was soft but its hair was so thick that its hair had leaves and twigs stuck in it. I glanced up at the wolf before wrapping my arms around its stomach and heaving.
Man, this thing was heavy. I pulled/carried it over to the side of the road that it was trying to get too and took it deep enough into the forest that no one could see it from the road. I set it down, panting, before sitting down against a tree just to look at it. The wolf stared back.
"What the hell were you thinking? You look both ways before crossing the road. Jeez, even a dumb animal should know that," I said. Good God, I was talking to it. I guess my lack of friends was finally catching up to me. It looked like it rolled its eyes but I couldn't be sure.
"I'm leaving so, you know, don't die just laying here," I exclaimed, getting up from the ground. I turned back to the road and left it lying there. My car was still sitting on the road. I groaned when I saw the huge dent in the front of my car. I didn't have the money to get that fixed plus get my motor fixed.
I drove on to my house, ignoring my elder next door neighbor when she waved at me from her garden and went on into the house. I raided the refrigerator and made myself a stack of sandwiches. I went and sat in front of the TV but I didn't bother to turn it on. My mind was still on the wolf.
It was nine o'clock when Greg finally got home. I didn't greet him but continued to eat from my bag of chips. He paused before sitting next to me.
"What happened to your car?" Greg asked. I looked over at him. He wasn't anger at me for it, which was weird but seemed at peaceful.
"I hit a deer on the way home from school," I lied. He wouldn't believe me if I told him the truth. Greg smirked then started to laugh.
"A deer? That must have been one huge deer for a dent that big," he laughed. He was starting to get on my nerves with his laughing. I just grumbled something but I don't think he was even listening.
I went to bed after that. When I woke I didn't feel too good so I stayed home. I took a shower but it just made me feel worse. I felt hotter than normally and just plain yucky. I didn't even eat anything expect crackers and that's a big deal for me.
Around noon Greg came home from wherever he goes all the time, probably some girl's house. He seemed surprised to see me lying in the floor with two fans blowing on me on high and an ice pack on my forehead.
"Do you want me to call Sue?" he asked. I didn't look at him when I said yes.
Sue was our great aunt or something but I didn't know how we were related really. She was probably in her early fifties. Sue worked up at the clinic so everyone went to her if something was wrong with their health.
Sue didn't seem surprised either when she saw me in the floor. It was like she seen this everyday. Sue took my temperature then asked about my eating habits and how much I had grown in the last few months.
"Well, don't worry; you'll be fine soon enough. Greg will help you if need be," Sue said, not even saying what was wrong with me. I got mad fast. What was the point of calling her in the first place? I was sick of to knowing what was going on.
I took the ice pack off of my head and stood up shakily. Heat was all around me and I was trembling badly. I wondered in passing if I was having a seizer.
Greg stepped back from me just a second before I ripped open. It seemed like all my bones cracked and had regrown differently. I was still trembling but out of fear now. I didn't know what was going on but I was so going to blame it on Greg.
I would blame it on him too.
I jumped and smacked my head on something. I finally opened my eyes. I was too big for the living room. I felt cramped. My head was brushing up against the ceiling so I was towering over Greg for once.
I tried to ask him what had happened to me but all that came out was a bark. I jumped again and looked around for a dog.
Look down at your feet. You'll really freak out.
That voice again! I did what it said and looked down. A loud howl came out of my throat when I didn't find my too big feet but saw two black paws instead. I tried to turn around and run into the bathroom to look in the mirror but I couldn't fit in the hallway. I knocked down the pictures off the walls and accidently knocked Greg down with my tail. My tail!
Good grief! Relax kid before you trample your brother.
Who is this?
Michael Scott.
Michael Scott. That rings a bell. Oh yeah, he was a senior last year and worked at his uncle's auto shop, the one I was going to see later this week.
Michael, stop talking to him. You've just confused him so far.
I recognized that voice. It was that guy from Josh's group that talked to me today. Todd Wallis.
"Preston, are you okay?" Greg asked, picking himself off of the floor. I looked down at him and shock my head no. He sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy hair.
Todd and Michael talked to me for over an hour about what had happened and how all the legends are true. After those two left to go home and get some sleep, I stared at Greg with anger in my eyes.
Greg took a few more steps back from and started to shake then poof, he turned into the wolf that I had hit earlier today. I should have hit him harder.
I'm sorry, bubby, but I wasn't allowed to tell you. I'd hope you'd change too so I wouldn't have to hide it from you anymore.
How long have you been like this?
A little over a year.
I didn't talk to him for a while but plopped down in the living room, trying to think everything over. Greg let me have my moment and turned back to normal. That made me think of something kind of important. How was I supposed to change back?
I let a little whine escape from me which made Greg come back into the living room from the kitchen where he was making a midnight snack.
"What's up?" he asked, chewing on his apple. I shook my head and dug at the ground, leaving marks on the floor, waiting for him to get the hint and turn back so I could talk to him. Greg finally did.
How do I change back?
Oh, well, you just relax and stay calm. Go ahead and try.
The two of us let our bodies' relax. Greg changed back before me but I quickly changed back after him. We stood naked in the living room for a second before scrambling around to look for clothes to put on.
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I walked down to the beach with Greg. I only had cutoff shorts on but I wasn't cold at all even though it was November now. There weren't a lot of people on the beach but that was fine by me. It was safer if I wasn't around a lot of people with me being a new werewolf. I've only been a werewolf for two weeks.
I haven't had to go back to school; Greg was a little wary with me being around so many people that didn't like me. I didn't care if I ever went back though. I was enjoying all this free time with my brother.
We were getting along now since there were no secrets between us now. I don't think we've really been apart since I changed in the living. Greg was pretty cool though even if he could be a bastard sometimes.
"What do you want for dinner?" Greg asked, kicking a rock out of his way. It went flying through the air before plopping in the ocean. I shrugged; I didn't care what we ate so long as it was good.
I stopped walking and sat down on the sand and leaned back against my hands. Greg stood above me. "You can go on home. I'll be okay by myself for a few minutes," I exclaimed. He still didn't look to sure. Greg finally nodded and kept walking home.
I sighed. My life had turned so complicated in just a few short days yet I wouldn't have it any other way. I could finally connect with my brother and I kind of had friends. Yet I had one of the biggest secret in the world and I couldn't tell anyone until or if I imprinted. Gag me please.
"Mommy, hurry!" a little child screamed. I watched a frustrated woman chase a dog down the beach, cursing silently but not loud enough for the child to hear. I watched amused for a few minutes until I took pity on the lady.
I jumped up and started after the dog too. I easily caught up with the Old English Sheepdog and grabbed it by its collar. The woman was gasping for breath when she finally got to me.
"Thanks…..a lot…..mister," she panted before clipping on the dog's leash. I just nodded.
"Mommy, is Ziggy okay? His he hurt?" the child came running up from behind their mom then tackling the dog before the woman could answer.
I gasped and took a step back. It felt I was suddenly chained to this little girl. I wouldn't and couldn't live without her. I'm not sure how I went all this time without her. She was beautiful.
"Thank you again for helping us," woman stated. She took my little angel's hand and led her and the dog away. I was running after them before I thought it through.
"Um, I was wondering if you could give me a job?" I blurted out. The woman stopped in surprise and let go of her daughter's hand. I made sure to keep me eyes on the lady.
"A job? I don't have a job for you," she said.
"Maybe I should have been clearer on that. Um, I'm a babysitter-slash-dogsitter and I was wondering if you would need my help anytime," I said. Please go for it, please go for it.
"Really? You babysit, that must keep you busy. I actually am looking for a babysitter; I've started working at the hospital in Forks so I have been leaving Ziggy and Violet with my neighbor but she has refused to watch them anymore. Would you really be interested in watching my daughter?" she said.
I nodded. "I'm free from 3:30 to 10:00 on weekdays but on the weekends I could watch them all day," I said. She looked thrilled and gave me her phone number, address, and, of course, her name. I gave her mine too.
"I'll probably call sometime tomorrow if that's okay?" Mrs. White exclaimed before getting pulled off by Ziggy. I waved goodbye to them.
I ran all the way home and told Greg what happened. He thought it was funny that I imprinted on a little girl but I didn't care at all. She was perfect and I'd do anything for her and be anything for her.