The sunlight filtered in through the blinds, rousing me from a deep sleep. I slowly sat up groaning. Why do I do that to myself? I looked over at the clock and jumped out of bed. Shit, shit, shit, shit! 15 minutes to get ready and get across campus, fuck me dude! With no time to shower, I pulled on my uniform and freshened up the best I could. InsultingKirahad been a bad idea. Stupid bitch couldn't even wake me up.
I reached my Math class with a minute to spare. The last seat was next to the blonde guy from last night, Reid. He looked even more delectable with the rays of sunlight highlighting his face. His piercing blue eyes met mine as I practically fell through the door.
"My hero," he crowed in greeting.
I murmured a hello and carefully picked my way up the stairs of our raised desks. I was still dizzy from the night before and hoped to Hera I still didn't reek of booze. I plopped down into my seat groaning.
"Long night?"
I grunted in response, rolling my head to my right to look at him. He laughed, obviously enjoying that his "hero" was hung-over. Jackass.
"Too much liquor and too many bitches."
The bell rang and the classroom fell silent. Our professor, a middle aged woman bustled in rambling on about her expectations for this semester, blah blah blah. I rolled my eyes and looked over at Reid. He was slumped over in his chair doodling on the cover of his notebook. I craned my neck to see he had already had the starting of a comic. A man and a woman were locked in a fascinating embrace, her legs thrown over his shoulders, head thrown back with a look of ecstasy, fingers gripping his arms. Looking closer I could see a tattoo matching the one Reid has and my face. What a little shit, but I must admit that looks really hot.
"Like what you see?" I glanced up to see Reid smirking at me as a blush crept across my face. Fucker.
"Eh if you like that sort of thing," I said nonchalantly, "A bit vanilla if you ask me."
"Oh really?"
"Mr. Garwin! Miss Watson! Am I interrupting you?"
The professor looked irritated that our conversation trumped the math formula written on the old fashioned chalk board.
"Sorry Professor. Mr. Garwin was explaining how to reach my next class," I ducked my head meekly.
The class continued on, Reid kept doodling, and I dozed through the lecture explaining the Pythagorean Theorem. I may have gone to a public, but I was advanced and had already completed this part of the course.
The rest of my morning classes passed without incident. My hangover slowly subsiding to make way for the hunger pains in my belly. I groaned with relief as the lunch bell rung and nearly sprinted to the commons area. I looked around me trying to figure out what was what.
"Hungry?" Sarah came up beside me grinning. I looked at my hands clutching my abdomen. How embarrassing!
"Just a little," I said smirking and dropping my arms to my sides.
"Looks like there are a few different lines, huh? Sweet they have pizza!"
Sarah grabbed my hand and drug me to the pizza line where the smell of molten cheese and Canadian bacon assaulted my nose most pleasurably. I bought two slices and followed her to where she sat with Kate. Moments later all the guys followed suit, Caleb next to Sarah, Pouge next to Kate, and Tyler and Reid on either side of me.
The conversations ebbed and flowed around me as I concentrated on eating my food in a civilized manner. I noticed a lull in the conversation and looked up to everyone looking at.
"Wha?" my mouth full of pizza.
"I asked what you were doing tonight," Kate giggled.
"Studying I suppose," I mumbled between bites of pizza.
"No way! You're coming to Nicky's, girlie!"
Reid threw an arm around my shoulders, squeezing me to him. The smell of his cologne sent shivers down my spine and reminded me what I was sent to this school for. I scowled at the thought and lost my appetite.
"Sure, I'll meet you there say eightish?"
Seven o'clock found me in a frenzy, rushing between my closet and the full length mirror hanging next to it.
"Ugly…. Ratchet…. What the hell was I thinking?!"
I flung the clothes I owned across my side of the room, desperately trying to find something to wear. I pulled a slow swig from the whiskey bottle next to where I knelt. At the moment I hated myself and what I had become. Another pull, then another, and another until my bottle was gone. Feeling relaxed, I finally found something I could somewhat tolerate. Dark blue skinny jeans, knee high, black leather boots, red tank, and black leather jack fit the mood I was in, feisty and irate. I slammed the door to my room shut and started walking the mile and a half to Nicky's; to keep myself warm I had grabbed another bottle from my stash.
"Cheers, bitches," I mumbled before taking another swallow. I trudged my way there singing to myself and keeping the buzz going.
At eight o'clock sharp, I could hear the music from the bar coming from open doors. From a distance I could also hear guys arguing and storming off. Four of them however stayed outside to continue their heated discussion. As I came closer, I could recognize the voices, the Sons of Ipswich. I hid behind some crates to listen in. Caleb was yelling about how Reid was being irresponsible and then out of nowhere a barrel came flying at Caleb and Reid was tossed into a stack of glass bottles next to where I was hiding.
"Holy shit!" I sprung up, not thinking. I lost my footing and tumbled onto the ground beside Reid. My head spun from the sudden movement combined with the booze. I started giggling uncontrollably, starting to fall apart at the seams. Slowly, I struggled to find my footing again.
"And here I thought I was the only freak at school! Bahahahahaha! Whoa!" In my hysterics, I had fallen back down on my bum.
"Easy Eva. What all did you see?" Reid took my elbow and helped brush the dirt off my jeans.
"I heard y'all yelling and a barrel flying towards Caleb, then you flying into the glass stacks." My incessant giggles soon produced a snort at the absurdity around me.
"Are you sure? That sounds really farfetched," said Caleb coldly.
I tilted my head back and let out a howl of laughter.
"Whew! Lay off the liquor." Tyler waved a hand in front of his face to ward of the sweet scent.
"You try having to look like this and see how your drinking habit grows." I shot a glare at Tyler then looked down at the frail body I was forced to wear.
"What are you talking about? I think we should get you home. Ty go tell the girls we took her home."
"No Pouge, I'm fine." I felt a cool rush start from my head to my toes and the unfurl of wings. I would show them what I meant, that I was like them.
"What the fuck!" Reid's eyes widened at my true appearance. Blue-violet dragon wings expanded from my back with a wing-span of 6 feet, black curved horns grew from head, and fangs gently grazed my lower lip.
"See, I'm a freak too."