"We got your blood test results back, Sydney, and..." Mr. Bourgeois said.
I had been called to the office again. It was 4 days ago that they had taken my blood. Gosh they're slow I thought. "And what?"
"Would you like to tell us something?"
I have to admit, I really thought about giving in. I was getting tired of hiding half of myself from others, especially my best friend. "No," I said, keeping my face blank.
"It seems your DNA has been genetically altered."
"And that means...?"
"You're part animal," he said, staring hard at me.
I stared right back at him, determined not to give away that I knew what he was talking about. "What?!" I exclaimed.
He didn't buy it. "Call Angel to me please," he said, pressing a button on his desk.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. It opened to admit Angel.
"Take a seat 'son'," said Mr. Bourgeois. "Do you know this girl?" he asked Angel after he had sat down.
Angel looked me up and down quickly. "No sir."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes sir, real sure."
"You two have been seen together. Do you deny this?"
Angel stole a glance at me. I nodded. "I don't. I know her."
"So you lied to me?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay. Now we're getting somewhere. Do you have a physical relationship with her?"
Angel looked at me again. I turned my head, telling him he was on his own. "Yes sir."
"Do you have feelings for her?"
"Yes sir."
"Do you love her?"
"Where are you going with this?" Angel asked him.
"You'll see. Now stop avoiding the question and answer it."
"Yes sir. I love her," he said quietly.
"Are you protecting her?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does she have a secret that she doesn't want anybody to know?"
"No sir."
"Are you sure? Do you think she's keeping something from you?"
Angel had had enough. "No, I don't. I know her and I love her, dammit! What do you want from me?"
"I want the truth."
"You want the truth?!" I said, interrupting them. I was tired of the interrogation and didn't want to hear anymore.
Mr. Bourgeois nodded.
"Okay, fine. I'm a Feral, I have feline DNA, and I get heat spells just like cats. The moment I saw Angel, my body chose him as my mate. The heat was so bad that he helped me. I didn't ask him. He did it on his own, out of his love for me. So, yes, we have a physical relationship, and yes, we had sex. Is there anything else you need to know? Or do I have to explain my whole life to you?"
Mr. Bourgeois sat there, looking intently at me. "So it's true, there are mutants among us," he said to himself.
"Yeah. Is that a problem?" I asked him. I moved in front of Angel, protecting him.
"Protective little thing, aren't you?"
I flashed my Feral eyes at him, and watched him take a step back. I felt a hand on my side, as Angel moved closer to me.
"Don't do anything you'll regret," he whispered into my ear.
"I have this philosophy," I said.
"I'm listening."
"You only do things that you really want to do, so you shouldn't regret them."
"I like that philosophy, it's a good one," Mr. Bourgeois said shakily.
"I know you're scared. Relax, I have control over myself, at the moment."
"Well that's real comforting," he said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes. The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.
"Can we go now?" I asked him.
"Yes, leave, please."
"See you tomorrow," I said, as I grabbed my backpack. Angel followed me.
"You shouldn't have told him about you," he said, stopping me.
"Why not? He was bugging me."
"Because then he's going to find out about me," he said, avoiding my eyes.
"What do you mean?" I said, turning his face to look at me.
"I haven't been telling you the whole truth." He paused, trying to figure out how to say it.
"What? Tell me," I said, putting my hand on his arm.
"I'm an empath; I can sense people's feelings."
"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked him, hurt that he couldn't trust me.
"I had to be sure you were the one. And I didn't want you to freak out on me."
I gave him a look, then reached up and brought his head down for a kiss. I felt his hands slip under my shirt and travel up my bare back.
"Wait," I said, knowing where this would lead. "We can't do this at school."
"You're right. Your house or mine? My parents aren't home."
Mom's probably home. "Yours," I said, kissing him again.
I woke up the next morning to the sun shining on my face. Angel's arm was around me and I was lying close to him under the covers. I looked over at the clock on his bedside table. It read 5:30 A.M. Well, at least we're not late for school-Ow!
I clutched my stomach as waves of faint, but very distinct pain took hold of me. The only reason I was able to feel them was because of my being Feral. And I knew what they were from too, the baby growing inside of me, Angel's baby.
Shit! I thought. I felt Angel move beside me. A hand came over mine and moved them both to cover my stomach protectively.
"How did you know?" I asked quietly.
"I sensed your feelings and guessed. Can you sense if my parents are home?" he said, touching my face with his other hand.
I closed my eyes, seeing if there were any other scents in the house. "Nobody's here except us," I said, opening my eyes again.
"They must be at work already."
"This early?"
"It's a weird company, believe me."
"Where's your sister?"
"A friend's house. They dropped her off before they went out last night," he said, his hand squeezing mine.
"We still have two hours before school starts. What are we supposed to do till then?"
"Breakfast?" he said, a grin on his face.
"No fair, illegal use of powers," I shot back.
"Come on," he said, throwing me his shirt. "I'm hungry too."
"Sure you are." I looked at him playfully, a glint in my emerald eyes.
I had been called to the office again. It was 4 days ago that they had taken my blood. Gosh they're slow I thought. "And what?"
"Would you like to tell us something?"
I have to admit, I really thought about giving in. I was getting tired of hiding half of myself from others, especially my best friend. "No," I said, keeping my face blank.
"It seems your DNA has been genetically altered."
"And that means...?"
"You're part animal," he said, staring hard at me.
I stared right back at him, determined not to give away that I knew what he was talking about. "What?!" I exclaimed.
He didn't buy it. "Call Angel to me please," he said, pressing a button on his desk.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. It opened to admit Angel.
"Take a seat 'son'," said Mr. Bourgeois. "Do you know this girl?" he asked Angel after he had sat down.
Angel looked me up and down quickly. "No sir."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes sir, real sure."
"You two have been seen together. Do you deny this?"
Angel stole a glance at me. I nodded. "I don't. I know her."
"So you lied to me?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay. Now we're getting somewhere. Do you have a physical relationship with her?"
Angel looked at me again. I turned my head, telling him he was on his own. "Yes sir."
"Do you have feelings for her?"
"Yes sir."
"Do you love her?"
"Where are you going with this?" Angel asked him.
"You'll see. Now stop avoiding the question and answer it."
"Yes sir. I love her," he said quietly.
"Are you protecting her?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does she have a secret that she doesn't want anybody to know?"
"No sir."
"Are you sure? Do you think she's keeping something from you?"
Angel had had enough. "No, I don't. I know her and I love her, dammit! What do you want from me?"
"I want the truth."
"You want the truth?!" I said, interrupting them. I was tired of the interrogation and didn't want to hear anymore.
Mr. Bourgeois nodded.
"Okay, fine. I'm a Feral, I have feline DNA, and I get heat spells just like cats. The moment I saw Angel, my body chose him as my mate. The heat was so bad that he helped me. I didn't ask him. He did it on his own, out of his love for me. So, yes, we have a physical relationship, and yes, we had sex. Is there anything else you need to know? Or do I have to explain my whole life to you?"
Mr. Bourgeois sat there, looking intently at me. "So it's true, there are mutants among us," he said to himself.
"Yeah. Is that a problem?" I asked him. I moved in front of Angel, protecting him.
"Protective little thing, aren't you?"
I flashed my Feral eyes at him, and watched him take a step back. I felt a hand on my side, as Angel moved closer to me.
"Don't do anything you'll regret," he whispered into my ear.
"I have this philosophy," I said.
"I'm listening."
"You only do things that you really want to do, so you shouldn't regret them."
"I like that philosophy, it's a good one," Mr. Bourgeois said shakily.
"I know you're scared. Relax, I have control over myself, at the moment."
"Well that's real comforting," he said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes. The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.
"Can we go now?" I asked him.
"Yes, leave, please."
"See you tomorrow," I said, as I grabbed my backpack. Angel followed me.
"You shouldn't have told him about you," he said, stopping me.
"Why not? He was bugging me."
"Because then he's going to find out about me," he said, avoiding my eyes.
"What do you mean?" I said, turning his face to look at me.
"I haven't been telling you the whole truth." He paused, trying to figure out how to say it.
"What? Tell me," I said, putting my hand on his arm.
"I'm an empath; I can sense people's feelings."
"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked him, hurt that he couldn't trust me.
"I had to be sure you were the one. And I didn't want you to freak out on me."
I gave him a look, then reached up and brought his head down for a kiss. I felt his hands slip under my shirt and travel up my bare back.
"Wait," I said, knowing where this would lead. "We can't do this at school."
"You're right. Your house or mine? My parents aren't home."
Mom's probably home. "Yours," I said, kissing him again.
I woke up the next morning to the sun shining on my face. Angel's arm was around me and I was lying close to him under the covers. I looked over at the clock on his bedside table. It read 5:30 A.M. Well, at least we're not late for school-Ow!
I clutched my stomach as waves of faint, but very distinct pain took hold of me. The only reason I was able to feel them was because of my being Feral. And I knew what they were from too, the baby growing inside of me, Angel's baby.
Shit! I thought. I felt Angel move beside me. A hand came over mine and moved them both to cover my stomach protectively.
"How did you know?" I asked quietly.
"I sensed your feelings and guessed. Can you sense if my parents are home?" he said, touching my face with his other hand.
I closed my eyes, seeing if there were any other scents in the house. "Nobody's here except us," I said, opening my eyes again.
"They must be at work already."
"This early?"
"It's a weird company, believe me."
"Where's your sister?"
"A friend's house. They dropped her off before they went out last night," he said, his hand squeezing mine.
"We still have two hours before school starts. What are we supposed to do till then?"
"Breakfast?" he said, a grin on his face.
"No fair, illegal use of powers," I shot back.
"Come on," he said, throwing me his shirt. "I'm hungry too."
"Sure you are." I looked at him playfully, a glint in my emerald eyes.