Paul
'I don't need Rachel to protect me.'
Paul slouched in his seat, ignoring the lustful glances the girls were sending him. Jared sat a few seats away, but unlike the past, Jared had fixed his gaze on the girl next to him, Kim, instead of throwing paper airplanes. Ever since Jared skipped school for a few weeks and returned, he had ignored Paul like they had never met before. Instead he had followed Kim and Sam around like an obedient puppy. Talk about Kim - she had always been quiet, but she had stuck up to Jared all around after that few weeks. And this was Sam's last year.
The teacher was looking around for someone to answer a question. Her gaze rested on Paul, but he fixed her in such a glare she looked away quickly. "Jared. Answer please. In World War I..."
Paul tuned out the teacher effectively, randomly doodling on his notebook. History wasn't that fun anymore with Jared messing up, and here he was, being the goody goody student.
At last the bell rang and he shuffled out of the classroom robotically. He passed Jared and Kim, and both their gazes rested on him. But he ignored them and pushed his way out of the throng. He felt a hand on his shoulder, but he brushed it off. Fuck you. He thought inwardly.
He was getting into his car as a calm and peaceful voice called, "Paul, my son." But a chill rang up his spine. He turned slowly, and he faced the man he was destined to confront. "Good day to you, Mr Calini." Paul sneered.
Spencer Calini sighed dramatically and took off his glasses, scrubbing them thoroughly before putting them back on. "Paul, I'm your dad." He said. Paul's hands clenched into fists as he hissed, "I have no such father. I do not have a father who left his eight-month-old pregnant girlfriend in the middle of the wilderness and come back after fourteen fucking years to claim his son. My last name is Lahote."
"Language, son." Spencer said. "Paul, no matter what, you are my son. We are blood. I promise you, I'll take care of you and your mother. Both of you'll never have to suffer again." Spencer said.
Paul shook his head. "You only want me to inherit your company and your wife's too old to fuck. Listen. I'm going to say this only once. Mother and I do not fucking need you in our fucking life, no matter how fucked up it is, you piece of shit!"
Spencer stared at his son, appalled. The chain of swear words! He was aware that a lot of students had stopped and watch. "Listen, son, I will send men to collect your mother. Now quietly get into the car with me and we'll get back to that little place you call home to take your things."
"Collect?" Paul's voice raised, "What do you treat Mother as, Mr Calini? One of your other fucking investments? A piece of the chess?" His body shook uncontrollably, and he fought the urge to beat the living daylights out of the older man.
Spencer's face grew pale. "Get into the car NOW, Paul." He commanded. He was answered by a fist on his cheek, as blood ran down his nose onto his speckless white shirt. "That's it Paul." He roared, and grabbing Paul's arm, two men slipped out of the rich-looking Porsche and grabbed Paul.
None of the spectators could say or do anything. Those who took out their phones were given a warning glare by Spencer Calini's men. Even the teachers were hyperventilating.
"You son of a bitch." Paul hissed, fighting his restraints. But Spencer's muscles bound him tightly, lured by the expensive pay. "Don't fight, my dear son." Spencer threatened. "And stop shaking."
Suddenly there was a swooshing sound, and one hand left Paul. Now he felt himself shaking, not trembling, but like he was shook by an earthquake. Someone shouted, "Paul!" near his ear. "Kim, get him out of here!"
The other arm left him as two slender and calming hands pulled him away from the courtyard, out of the schoolgate, into the bordering woodlands.
The more Paul thought, the more angry he felt. Suddenly he realized, "My mother!" What would Calini do to her? "I'll tell Jared to check on her later. When we're safe." Someone shouted. Paul looked up. Kim had planted herself on top of a tree, between branches. She smiled reassuringly at Paul, and said, "You're shaking."
Paul clutched himself. True, he was shaking again. "Is it because of your father?" Kim asked from the treetop. Anger feulled inside Paul again. "He is not my father!" He spat. Kim leaned forward, her face confused. "But... but... everyone heard him! You're so like him!"
Paul glared up at her. "I have nothing in common with him!" He shouted. Kim cringed, and Paul suddenly felt his insides pulled out, stretched, broken, and mended in the same instant. Not in the painful way though, more like... a stretching exercise. He literally exploded, landing on all fours. His gaze was still fixated on Kim, but she seemed bigger and clearer in his eyes.
"There. Finally." Her voice drifted to her ears. It didn't seem particularly louder, but clearer. He was a- damned- "Werewolf. At last you've phased." Kim yawned. "Took you long enough. For one I thought you would have been a fast phaser."
Paul inspected himself. He spotted silver fur, strong muscles, and six long inch fangs. Cool. After admiring himself, the previous conversation rushed back. Kim. He growled. Pacing near the tree, he snarled at her, baring his teeth. Kim stood up, her eyes widening with fear. "Look. I didn't mean it. It's just for stimulating the phase. Sam taught me. Please!"
Suddenly something big rammed into him, knocking him off his paws. Whipping around, he growled at the assiliant. It was a slightly smaller medium brown wolf, but the look in his eyes were almost feral. Don't. Touch. Kim. The wolf growled in his mind. Chill out, you two, calm down, Jared. Kim's safe. Another voice said. Sam? Paul asked, surprised. A black wolf emerged at his vision. I'm a werewolf? Just like the legends? Paul asked. Jared seemed to calm down a bit. Yeah. Exactly like the legends. Jared looked up at Kim, and she smiled down at him, and started to slide down the tree. The assaultment of emotions overpowered Paul.
What the- He gasped. Sam groaned Hold it Jared as a wave of very intimate scenes between Jared and Kim flooded both of them. Jared ducked his head, Sorry guys. He said.
You're not. Paul and Sam said at the same time. Paul chuckled to himself. Things are getting better.
