I narrowed my now blue eyes, feeling them burn as they became brighter. The brown colored iris of my eye was now a bright and getting brighter blue. The white part of my eye burned the most, not changing to blue, as tears stopped flowing. My body tensed, I felt my teeth get sharper, a little bit of fur sprouting on my arms. A low, menacing, growl escaped my throat.
"Uh, Saige?" He said, backing up. I glared at him, my eyes locked on his own. I approached him, raising my hand, balling it up into a fist. He gasped, turned away and prepared for the impact. I brought my fist down, hard.
I couldn't do it. My fist landed on the ground, cracks rippling around it. He winced, then peeked out at me, fearfully watching me. I shook my head, backing away from his quivering form. "You're not worth it," I whispered, then bolted off.
Dipper's POV:
Her eyes glowed, a blue burning through. She approached me, raising her fist, I turned away, bracing myself. Whatever she did, I sure deserved it. Tears, more tears, poured own as I waited for the blow. But I got nothing. The ground shook, and I wearily looked down, to see her fist planted in the ground, cracks spread out from the dent she made. She backed away. "You're not worth it," she said, shaking her head in disappointment. She sprinted out of the woods, away from me.
Mabel's POV:
"Dipper? Dipper, where are you? We have to leave for camp!" I shouted, walking through the woods. After Saige ran away, so did he. I heard sobbing close by. I rounded a tree, to see him balled up, a hole with a lot of cracks about a foot from his shoe. He was shaking all over. Oh my, marshmellow marmalade- he's crying! I've never, ever, seen him cry. He must be really worked up. He screwed up big this time.
He whimpered like a puppy, and I could see tear spots on his clothes. His face remained hidden as I walked toward him. I sat down next to him, placing my hand on his back, making him wince. "Go away. Please. I'm not going to camp," he choked out.
"Come on Dipper!" You gotta come! Besides, I'm sure there are more fish in the sea," I coaxed. "NO! No, there's not! I became a freaking werewolf for her, Mabel! We were actually gonna get married because of that!" He shouted, startling me. I gasped. He's a werewolf. He. Is. A werewolf. Oh... my God.
"Dipper... why didn't you tell me!" I said, hurt. "Because I thought you would hate me for it," he answered, lifting his head, exposing his tear stained face. "I would never hate you Dipper, I'll always be there for you. I'm sure you'll be fine. Come on, we're going to camp!" I cheered, grabbing him by the hand and running to the shackas he lightly laughed.
Dipper's POV:
Mabel had convinced me to go to camp, so here we were at the Middle School, waiting for the bus. I had cleaned up myself, changed out of my tear soaked clothes for new ones. Man, I haven't cried since I was like, three. It was embarrasing, but it felt good, in a way. To just let it all out.
Mabel and I were sitting in the unkept, prickly grass in the front of the school. She was trying to cheer me up, but I just couldn't do it, not even act like I was happy. She would catch me blanking out, or sighing, and so on. She was upset that I wouldn't be happy, and she seemed worried. I wanted her to have fun at this camp, not have to be worried about me and miss out. So, I tried to pull off a smile. Probably the fakest one in history.
"There's that smile!" She chimed, playfully punching my shoulder. I chuckled slightly as I shifted around in the grass. "OW!" I shrieked, yanking my hand away from the ground, to see a swelling red bump on the back of my hand. I glanced at the grass to see a huge bug with a stinger raised up on it's rear. I scooted away, observing my now huge hand. "What happened?!" Mabel gasped. "Stupid bug bit me," I growled, rubbing my hand.
We stood up to find a better spot, and we decided to sit on the stairs that led to the front door of the school. We climbed the set of five, and I began to sit down, but then my butt slipped off the step, making me bang the back of my head on the concrete. "Owww..." I groaned, massaging the bump. Man, things can't get any worse. Oh wait, I stand corrected.
Saige had just shown up, she and her brother were dropped off by the same black truck I saw when I first met her. She looked sad, not her usual self. She sat dowm on the curb with her brother, then he starting batting her back. I guess he was trying to cheer her up. I stood up to go to her, but Mabel out her hand out, shaking her head. "Give her some time bro bro.'
I sighed, sat back down. I stared at my shoes, watching a little black beetle crawl across it, but I was to lazy to move and brush it off, just not motivated to do anything. I was just sad. Miserable. I really wish Wendy hadn't did that. Or did I do it too?
The rickety bus squealed to stop by the curb, Saige and her brother hopping on first. Mabel and I walked, trying to squeeze past the mob of kids who wanted the best seats. Not best seats as in view or in a certain spot, but minimal tears, animals or bugs in or on it. Of course, we didn't get there quick enough, and we were stuck sitting on a seat five up from the back. It had stuffing spilling out, metal rods poking you as you sat.
The fifteen minute ride began, the whole thing absolutely horrendous. Every time we went over a bump, the metal rods would jab at Mabel and I. One broke, and the entire seat sank in. We decided to just sit on the floor. We heard hoots and hollers, signaling the awful trip was at last over.
We stepped off the bus, into a clearing surrounded by woods, except for the road leading out, of course. The counselor guy was babbling on about something, everyone groaned and trudged off to the forest. I guess we were just supposed to explore or whatever. I saw Saige walk into the northern part of the clearing. I tapped Mabel's shoulder. "Let's go that way!" She nodded, smiling as she bolted off. I guess she didn't notice Saige was over there.
We reached the edge, the forest casting an eerie green light under the trees. The scent of the pines was everwhere, a beautiful, sweet fragance. Mabel decided to split up with and go with Candy (Grenda was over at the east side of the forest). They giggled, and began searching for flowers as they left me, alone. I sighed, kicked a rock or two. My hands wriggled into the pockets of my vest.
After about twenty minutes of kicking rocks and hating everything, I heard a very faint sound. There's no way I would've heard it if I were still a human. I sniffed the air, my wolf senses kicking in. I smelt a ransid perfume, amazingly strong. It was enough to make a billy goat puke. I heard laughter, wailing and sniffles. Then I smelt something salty. I decided to look into it.
My senses lead me to a tiny little clearing, like twenty feet across and around. I hid behind a tree. I could here everything now. The perfume burned my nostrils. That person had to have taken a frickin' bath in that flowery crap. I slowly peeked around the tree. I was utterly stunned. And infuriated.
Pacifica was with her cronies, and they were facing away, blocking whatever they were messing with from my sight. One girl threw a punch, then the other. At last, Pacifica sent a hard kick to it, and it cried in agony. Now I could tell it was girl. They three girls laughed hysterically, the other girl weeping. One girl fell over laughing giving me a clear view of the poor girl. I gasped. I froze.
It was Mabel, poor Mabel. I guess she had run into the girls while alone. I know Candy would never run away if Pacifica did that, so she must have left earlier. Oh my God, I'm gonna kill them. I'm gonna kick them in the shins and knee them in the belly and punch them in the- wait. I can't hit a girl. I guess I'll have to talk them out of it. I knew it wouldn't work, but I still had to cling to false hope.
I stormed through the clearing stopping behind Pacifica. I tapped her shoulder. She turned around, still laughing as she did. Her face became a look of pure hatred almost instantly. Her eyes were so cold. "Look, it's dorky brother came to rescue her. OMG, her chest is flatter than his!" She cackled, kicked her leg out and got Mabel square in the chest. I clenched my fists tighter, cutting open my palms with my fingernails due to my new strength. Too bad I couldn't use it.
"Pacifica, stop it. Stop it now," I demanded, my voice calm but my eyes flaming with anger. Mabel cried a new set of tears, making the salty smell stronger, making me madder. "Hahahahaha, what are you gonna do, Boss?" She spat, planting down the last word with a sting. "Stop it. Leave her alone," I demanded, only making her laugh harder. "Hashtag LOSER! Hashtag cry baby of a sister! She literally like never did anything to defend herself," she hissed. Her cronies broke out into hysterics. I can't take this anymore. I have a really bad temper now. My hands are shaking from all the tension. My lip bleeding from me biting down. My hands trickled blood from my palms, my fingernails embedded inside. I can't keep control. I'm gonna pop.
"Go ahead, defend yourself! Do you a special invitation or something?" She rolled her eyes, she was enjoying every bit of this. But she won't anymore. POP! There I go.