Chapter 34: Amara's Scent
After making out for twenty minutes in the supply closet, Amara and Mr. Shaw adjusted themselves physically and went back to their seats. Soon kids started walking into class and Amara finished up her coffee before throwing it in the trash. Once she was back in her seat, she noticed the stares she was getting from some of the class mates. One of which was Kevin Lang. The look in his eye was making her rather uncomfortable. Amara chose to ignore him and his buddies, at least until Kevin and his friends surrounded her desk.
"Hey Amara," Kevin said smoothly. "What's up?"
Amara raised an eyebrow at him. "Not much, what's up with you?"
"Not a whole lot." He got in the seat next to her with a smile, leaning close to her. "Why can't I smell you?"
"Oh." She pointed to her necklace. "Because of this thing. It makes my scent non existant."
"Is it enchanted or something?"
"I believe so, yes."
Kevin scooted closer along with his friends to get a better look. This made Amara more uncomfortable but she sat still anyway with wide eyes. Kevin went to reach for the necklace but she shied away from him.
"Didn't your mother teach you to keep your hands to yourself?!" Amara snapped at him.
"Kevin!"
Everyone in the group turned to see Mr. Shaw standing by, glaring at the boys. "Mr. Shaw, I was just..." Kevin began.
"Just what?!" Mr. Shaw belted out. "You were about to touch her!"
This had everyone's attention now. Amara was staring at Rory with wide eyes.
"Rory, please calm down," she said in the mind link.
Mr. Shaw's eyes fluttered a little and he sighed. "Kevin, James, Gregory, go to your seats," he demanded. "Now."
The boys hurried away to their desks and Rory looked at Amara apologetically. "I'm sorry. Just the thought of some boy touching you..." he spoke telepathically.
"It's alright, mo caraid. I love when you get possessive."
Mr. Shaw smirked briefly, went to the black board as the bell rang and started the lesson. As the class went on, he and Amara occasionally conversed to one another telepathically about their plans for after school. She was no longer grounded, thankfully, Gabriel wanting her to enjoy her last days in the pack. They were even planning a going away party for the both of them. It was going to be a small one, though.
"To graph the equation x minus 2y equals negative 8, we would first convert the equation to slope intercept or y equals mx plus b form," Mr. Shaw explained, pointing at the white board. "In other words, we want to get y by itself on the left side of the equation before we graph, so we need to subtract x from both sides of the equation." He started writing on the board. "To get negative 2y equals negative x minus 8. Put your x term first on the right side of the equation so that it will eventually match up with y equals mx plus b form. Next we divide both sides by negative 2..."
Amara listened to her boyfriend continue but she was mostly focusing on the sound of his sweet, Scottish voice. She grinned as she stared at him, her eyes eventually trailing to his butt.
"I love your ass," she thought to him.
Rory paused in his writing for a moment before continuing his lesson, hearing his laugh in her head.
"Amara, I have to concentrate," Rory chastised lightly.
A devious smile appeared on her lips as an idea occurred to her. An image of them having sex in bed popped into her mind and she sent it to him telepathically. This made him drop his black marker on the floor. Mr. Shaw quickly picked it back up and cleared his throat.
"I'm going to get you for that, Amara Jenson," he said.
He turned to the class. "Can anyone tell me what the equation becomes with what I have written on the board?"
No one raised their hands. Amara bit her lip with a grin but then it faded when his eyes settled on her.
"Amara? What do you get with negative 2x over negative 2 equals negative x minus 8 over negative 2?" he asked her.
Amara tilted her head. "You get-"
A flash of an image of Rory bending her over his school desk in the midst of passion flooded her mind and she squeaked as her cheeks flushed. This made him smirk.
"Sorry, what was that?" he asked.
Another image of them together popped up and she gripped her desk tightly. "Y-You get...y equals x over 2 plus 4."
"Two can play at this game, mo caraid," he whispered in her mind.
"Very good," Rory said, writing her answer down on the board.
Amara smirked at him, suppressing a laugh. As he continued the lesson, she started writing down notes about the math. Soon the bell rang and everyone started leaving their seats.
"Alright, class. Pages sixty five and sixty six for your assignment and it's due on Monday. Enjoy the rest of your day. Amara, I need a word."
Amara waited until everyone left before she approached Mr. Shaw. "Yes, Mr. Shaw?" she said innocently.
He squinted his eyes at her playfully. "You little shit..."
Amara gasped casually. "What did I do?"
He laughed. "You know what you did."
This made her laugh too. "I'm sorry."
"No you're not."
A pout formed on her face. "You don't believe me?"
"Not a chance in Hell."
"How rude."
Rory barked with laughter, looked at the class room door and quickly pulled Amara to him, giving her a small kiss before letting her go. "You better head to your next class. I'll see you afer you get off work."
Amara smiled with a nod and turned around, walking out of class. Once she was in the hallway, she sent another sexual image to her boyfriend.
"Damn you!" Rory shouted in her head.
Amara cackled along with Dakota inside her own head and she headed to her history class. When she got there, she sat down with a smug smile on her face as she sat down next to Janine.
"What's with the smile, Amara?" Janine asked curiously.
"Oh, just played a little prank on my mate during math class," she whispered, giggling.
"Really? What did you do?" Janine inquired with a raised eye brow.
Amara smiled more brightly as she leaned in, explaining to Janine what had occurred in math class. This brought on a fit of giggles from Janine.
"I should try that with Logan," she laughed.
Amara rolled her eyes. "I still can't believe that bully is your mate."
"Oh come on. He's left you alone, hasn't he?"
"Well, yeah, but the memories, man..."
Janine frowned. "If he gives you any more trouble, you tell me. I'll knock some sense into him."
The bell rang and Mr. Pyke began class.
"Alright. Today, we are going to talk about the legendary werewolves of Ossary from Ireland."
Amara shut her locker with a sigh, staring at the word "CURSED" on it. Very soon, she would no longer have to come to this damn locker day after day. Soon, opening it and looking at it would be a thing of the past. While she had very good memories of her five years in this pack, she certainly wasn't going to miss this one. Her fingertips graced the black writing as she bit her lip, cocking her head up the side as she remembered the day she came in to find this on her locker.
Benjamin had been right next to it, arms crossed and a triumphant smile on his face as he claimed what he'd done. Amara remembered feeling more annoyed than embarassed. Calm, even, about the whole situation. Not once had she had an impetuous reaction to his handiwork, so she merely tended to her locker as needed and walked away.
As time went by, though, the display seemed to encourage people to up their game in bullying, especially Benjamin. Simple teasing turned into shoves into walls and ripping of her back packs. Hostility rose and increased in frequency, and Benjamin often urged on the students as they tried to get on her nerves.
And yet her head held high. Every shove was met with a shove of her own or a loud, threatening snarl. Every rip of her back pack resulted in a threat to tear everyone apart who dared to touch her. Every bad cheer, every single encouragement to make her life hell, she made just as much hell for her enemies. Not once did she falter or cry.
Tom's phone rang and he answered it. "Hello?" he said. "Julia? What's...what? Are you serious?"
Amara looked up at Tom. "What's up?"
Tom looked absolutely ecstatic. "My wife! She just went into labor!"
Amara gasped happily. "Oh my Goddess! Well go! Go get her!"
Tom went running down the hall and Henry looked antsy. "I, um..."
She giggled and pressed a hand to Henry's shoulder. "Go on with him. You're about to be an uncle."
Henry thanked her and went racing after Tom. She looked back at the locker and sighed, once again getting lost in her memories. After a few moments, she turned around only to bump into Kevin Lang.
"Hey Cursed," he muttered.
Amara rolled her eyes. "What do you want?" she asked, sounding exasperated.
"What do you think?" he asked.
She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I don't know, Kevin. Maybe a fight?"
Kevin chuckled and grasped her arm. "Not exactly, but I'm sure you'll put up one."
Amara scoffed and slipped her arm from his hand before walking away. She bumped into two of his buddies and sighed, putting her back pack on the floor.
"Alright. I just got back from being suspended, but I guess that doesn't matter to any of you," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "Go on, I'll let you throw the first punch, Gregory."
Gregory and James looked at one another and grinned evily before looking back at her. They both grabbed her along with Kevin and she struggled in their grasp as she was dragged into the boy's restroom. They threw her against a wall and she collided into it, grunting as she hit her head. Amara looked up and saw more boys were in the bathroom staring down at her with malicious grins and lustful eyes.
"Oh crap," Amara thought. "Why me?"
Blood was trickling from her forehead as boys started cornering her. Amara stood up quickly and got into a fighting stance. If she was going to go down, it wasn't going to be without a fight.
Mr. Shaw was writing on the chalkboard when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Sonething was wrong.
"It's Amara," Darragh said. "She's in trouble!"
Rory rushed from the classroom and went running down the hall. The mate pull was guiding him to the boys bathroom where he heard screams. The door was locked but he kicked it in to see Amara being pinned down and having her clothes torn off by multiple students. The sight made his blood boil and Darragh was urging Rory to shift and kill all who would dare violate his mate. Mr. Shaw didn't even bother with a warning as he rushed in and started throwing boys away like rag dolls. Kevin was flung into a mirror while Gregory was tossed into a bathroom stall. The rest of the boys backed off after seeing how angry Mr. Shaw was. He was seething and it was taking every ounce of willpower not to phase into his wolf.
He looked down at Amara and his anger intensified. Blood was dripping from her forehead and her clothes were ripped to shreds. She was shaking with fury as her angry black eyes roamed around the bathroom.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" a voice shouted.
Mr. Shaw turned to see Mr. Anderson and a few other male teachers in the bathroom.
"These guys dragged me in here and attacked me!" Amara screeched as she stood up, covering her exposed chest. "And they were talking about...doing things to me!"
Rory took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Amara, trying to hold himself back from physically comforting her.
"Oh, mo caraid..." he whispered in her mind.
"She's a liar!" Kevin yelled. "She tried to seduce us with her Cursed scent!"
"Horseshit!" Amara yelled. "My scent is back to normal because I found my mate and we completed the mating process!"
Everyone looked at her in shock. "What?" Mr. Anderson asked.
Amara removed her necklace and handed it to Mr. Shaw. "See? My scent is just fine."
Mr. Anderson sighed. "Alright. Kevin, James, Gregory, Joshua, Bo, Derek, Paul, Jacob...my office right now!" Mr. Anderson said furiously.
All the male students were escorted out of the bathroom. As Amara tightened Rory's jacket on her, Mr. Anderson approached the both of them.
"Amara, are you okay?" he asked her.
She nodded. "I'm fine."
He looked at Rory. "Well, it's a good thing you found her. But Amara," Anderson said, eyeballing her. "If you've mated, why are you still wearing the necklace?"
Amara looked at the floor. "Well...it's complicated, Mr. Anderson. My mate and I wanted to keep it a secret."
"I see..." Mr. Anderson said, looking at the two skeptically. "I'm going to inform the Alpha, let him know what happened here so he can bring you some clothes. Mr. Shaw, will you please escort her to the nurses' office to have her head looked at?"
Mr. Shaw nodded and Mr. Anderson left the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, Rory wrapped Amara up in his arms, breathing heavily.
"Are you alright, mo caraid?" he asked desperately.
Amara began to shiver in his grasp. "I almost got raped, Rory,' she sobbed. "I tried to fight back but they all attacked me at once, and I-I couldn't...I couldn't...oh, the awful things they said to me."
He closed his eyes and gripped her more tightly but she flinched.
He pulled back and looked at her with shock. "What? Did I hurt you?"
Amara was still shuddering. "I think they broke something."
Rory growled in disgust. "I can't believe this. They should've known better than to ever touch you."
"They wanted to smell me. Goddess, I hate this school!" she cried out.
Rory shook his head. "Where the hell were Tom and Henry in all this?!"
"Tom's mate went into labor so I told him and Henry to go."
He sighed and started guiding her to the door. "C'mon, let's get you to the nurse's office."
