Hey guys!
I know I said that this was done, but percyluvr12 on Quotev requested a Wolflet drabble and, having no other writing obligations for the day, who was I to turn her down? I've sorted my life out some so I'll do requests if you guys give them to me now. I think you'll see my writing has either drastically improved from writing 24/7 or worsened.
Though, let's be honest, the latter would be a long shot for me. Here we go!

The jeers and shout of high school were sounds Ze'ev was very familiar with already.
Of course, he'd more than rather not be used to the cat calls and stares, the cruel words and rumors that spread like spilled water. But he was an adapter. When things changed-and moving to America from France was a big change indeed-he did too. It was the only way to survive, as he had learned long ago.
He was one of the biggest people in his class. Tall and muscular, tan without trying. Black hair messy because he never had time to brush it in the morning. Ze'ev's green eyes were haloed with purple, reminiscent of another lost night's sleep. Whether it was lost from his brother's constant nightmarish wailing or studying for a test that he would undoubtedly fail either way, the blow was the same. Most people avoided him, not wanting to even go near him. Already there were words spread about Ze'ev being in a gang. As if he could ever hurt anyone.
Now, though, the sounds were not being directed at him. Instead a crowd had gathered around a small, hunched figure. A slight girl with blond hair lay in the middle of the crowd, curled in a ball and crying. The fetal position-one Ze'ev had seen many times to ward off words and blows. In this case, both.
Jeers of "Slut" and "Bitch" were thrown around her. It took Ze'ev a moment, but then he realized: This must be Cress. She was dating Thorne, which would cause jealousy in any case. Cress wasn't the prettiest girl in school, but she was certainty one of the smartest. Not many people had been happy about them getting together.
He pushed through the crowd with ease. It was slowly growing thicker; he doubted that if he would've been able to get in if he had come any later. At the front was the usual crowd. Stereotypical jocks with their bulky, steroid ridden forms and girls with almost no skin covered unless it had makeup on it.
Levana was at the front, as always. A beautiful senior with porcelain skin and dark hair, it was like the universe had decided to make her beautiful in order to balance out the ugliness inside. You had to pity the girl, though. Her older sister had died of cancer a few years ago. Not that it had seemed to effect Levana much as she stepped in to take Channary's place in the social circle.
Ze'ev pushed her aside easily. Levana fell to the ground, an awful smirk on her face. "Is she your girlfriend, too? I knew it. I knew she was a fuc-"
A red headed girl broke through the crowd and punched Levana square in the jaw. "Shut up!" Scarlet yelled, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling Levana's face to hers. "Don't you dare talk about Cress like that. Don't talk about anyone like that, ever!"
Levana touched a pale hand to her mouth, which was dripping blood the same color as her lips. She pushed herself back with her hands, then stood up and ran away.
Ze'ev kneeled near Cress. "Are you alright?" He asked slowly, trying not to scare her. He obviously failed, seeing as how she whimpered and moved away.
Scarlet gave him a surprised look. Most of the people had dispersed by now, not caring anything about the aftermath. The real action was done. "I didn't," she coughed, "I didn't think you care."
They helped Cress stand. Wolf let her lean on him for support and they brought her to the nurse, who was instantly all over Cress, tutting and grabbing supplies. It was only when he and Scarlet were out in the parking lot did he reply. "Sometimes people are more than what they look like."
Her hand touched his, just for a flicker of a second. "Yeah," she whispered, "I know."