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Clawdeen held her head as she tried to pay attention to Mr. Rotter drone on about the classic love story of Romeo and Juliet. She had a hatred for this play. It was a 'beautiful love story' until they ended their lives for one another and so much unnecessary blood was shed. She was all for love but that was a bit too much. "Any opinions or thoughts on this classic piece of literature?"

Clawdeen waved her hand. "I have a few," she grabbed her water bottle and twisted the cap off, tilting it back. "first of all, you can tell this is written by a man."

"It says his name on the cover." Frankie pointed out.

"I mean without even looking, Franks. Just the fact that the woman appears to have killed herself for him. These two, like all of this could've been damn well resolved without such hasty actions."

Mr. Rotter's face paled – if that were even possible.

Clawdeen set her bottle down with a thud. "I think the whole thing's bull. They could've worked shit out – give me one damn reason why they couldn't have? Like, Tybalt killed Mercutio because Romeo woudn't fight. But then Romeo grows himself a pair of balls and goes on a killing spree. He whacked Tybalt because he decided revenge was a good idea, he killed Paris because he was trying to stop him... but does the idiot check to see if Juliet's alive? No, like a typical male he acts hastily and kills himself." She rolled her eyes. "And then instead of having Juliet become an independent woman and get over it eventually... she kills herself to be with him. Then Romeo's poor mother has a damn heart attack because of the grieving of her dead son and-"

"Miss Wolf, please go to the office immediately." Mr. Rotter told her.

She scoffed. "For what? Having an opinion? I'll be back when this section of the curriculum is over. Fuck this, you - and this shit curriculum." She gathered her books and shoved them in her bag.

"Someone's bitchy today." Cleo commented as she began to file her nails while watching the moody werewolf.

"At least I'm not a bitch everyday." She growled at the mummy, however tripping up the stairs didn't help Clawdeen's case at all, she recovered herself and continued. She stopped just outside the classroom and found a garbage can to vomit into. Who knew that Romeo and Juliet got her so fired up?

"What's got your fur in a twist, beautiful?" Bram Devein asked a disheveled Clawdeen Wolf a few moments later.

"Uh," she wiped the corners of her mouth. "nothing really, fuckin' Romeo and Juliet."

He smirked and stifled a chuckle. "Can't say as I blame you, I'm not fond of the story myself either." Bram couldn't help but to notice how even though she wasn't as 'put together' as she always was... he found her more attractive this way. "May I help you-"

"No, I'm fine thanks." She straightened up and folded her arms over her chest. "If we're done here?"

He gave her his heartthrob smile. "Of course, until we meet again, Miss Wolf."

She cursed how his distinct cologne tickled her nose pleasantly. He'd been teasing her for weeks, whether he was aware of it or not. Clawdeen really wanted to find Deuce, maybe he could help her make sense of her feelings?

Normally she'd talk to Clawd but she didn't want to bother him. Clawdia was sorting through her own shit... where was the gorgon when she needed him? She leaned against the wall and slowly sunk down to the floor. What she wouldn't give for his listening ear right now.

Meanwhile farther down the hall, he cursed himself. Man was his legs were sore, maybe those drills weren't a good idea? Deuce took a moment to glare at Bram Devein as he walked by, there was something about that guy Deuce didn't like. He continued on his way until he saw Clawdeen sitting on the floor. "There's my favorite roadkill." He now stood in front of the she-wolf. "So I'm kinda hungry, I figured you might be. Let's blow this dump and go find some where to eat?" He said offering her his hand.

Clawdeen looked pretty rough. He wasn't used to seeing her looking anything but put together. Even when they left the house earlier she looked alright.

"Here." Toralei Stripes tossed her a small bottle of pills, which Clawdeen caught no problem. "I know a hangover-in-progress when I see one. Great job telling Rotter off though, I hate that 'classic piece of literature' too."

Clawdeen sheepishly smiled at Deuce, who looked at her with a confused brow raised. "Thanks, Stripes." She took his outstretched hand and he pulled her up. "Let's get outta here."

"We just gotta make it back here so Max can get us after school." Deuce informed the wolf. "See you later, Toralei." The gorgon said as he took one of Clawdeen's bags. "Damn ghoul, did you pack everything plus the kitchen sink?" He complained, wondering how she carried this bag to each class.

She giggled. "I think I grabbed the sink and tossed it in there by accident." Clawdeen and Deuce walked down the hallway together. "Thanks for coming to my rescue," she thanked him. It was comforting to have him here, he was just as good as Clawd was to her. "I think I might be suspended... I cursed at Mr. Rotter. What's the possibility I can get famous enough to be a fashion designer without any post-secondary education?" She sheepishly asked the gorgon.

"Probably fair chances?" He chuckled. "No problem R-K, I'm here if you ever need to chit-chat or someone to just listen." He informed the wolf, flipping the bag sparkly bag over his shoulder. "We're so buying you one of those bags with wheels for Christmas, by the way. Maybe sooner. So tell me what lead up to you becoming a sailor and cursing up a storm?" The gorgon inquired as they turned down the hallway, the front doors in view.

"Romeo and Juliet," she groaned and rolled her eyes again. "Mr. Rotter made the mistake of asking if anyone had any opinions on it and my drunk ass couldn't resist. So I went off and he told me to go for the office. I said for what? Having an opinion? I might've said something along the lines of, 'Fuck this and you' so I'm probably suspended anyway." She put a hand on her stomach, it was doing that annoying flipping and flopping thing again. "Kill me, now." She sighed.

Deuce was feeling similarly, that being the precise reason why he wanted to ditch school and get something decent on their stomachs. He rubbed the small of her back, noting when Clawd did it to him, it soothed him.

"Well, well – look what we have here?" Cleo de Nile folded her arms over her chest. "Precisely what I thought was going on. But oh, I have it all wrong."

"Oh look it's the royal pain in my ass, what do you want Cleo?" Deuce questioned crossing his arms over his chest, he really wasn't in the mood for any of this today.

"What do I want?" She hummed in thought. "I want a damn explanation, Gorgon. That's what I want. I hope you've got your rabies shot because that's what you get when you sleep around with a rabid bitch like this one."

"I'll show you a fuckin' rabid bitch!" Clawdeen went to charge at Cleo but Deuce held her back.

Cleo laughed. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. Honestly Deuce, did you have to stoop so low? Wolves are incapable of love. Trust me, I dated one of them. They're poor lovers too."

"I don't see how I stooped to anything since I've already tossed the trash out of my life." There were ooh's and ahh's from a few of the student bodies who gathered to see what the commotion was about. "What do you even know about love in the first place Cleo? Only thing you ever love has a price tag on it." He snapped back, part of him debated on letting Clawdeen go.

She scoffed. "Oh that's real mature of you, Deuce. What, have you grown a soft spot since I broke your heart?"

"Are you finally admitting it?" Clawdeen shot at her. She showed Cleo the picture that Deuce had kept on his phone for so long. She may or may not have sent the screenshot to herself using his phone last night. "You were the one that cheated, Cleo. You were the cold-hearted bitch here. He deserves a hell of a lot better and now the entire school knows it ain't you."

Cleo shoved Clawdeen who was quick to give her a right hook in return. She clipped Cleo's mouth – enough to make her lip bleed.

"That's it you, as much as I would love for you to continue. I can't allow this, she isn't worth it." Deuce said grabbing Clawdeen by the upper arm and dragging her down the hallway.

For the petite ball of fluff that was Clawdeen, he was having trouble dragging the boiling wolf towards the door - but letting go wasn't an option at this point.

"I can't believe the audacity of that bitch," Clawdeen hit the front door of Monster High, cracking the glass ever so slightly. It was very thick glass too. "how dare she?"

Deuce opened the door and led the angry she-wolf out of the school before she did anymore damage. "You being hangry is pretty dangerous, huh?" He joked lightly.

Clawdeen took a breath and gave him a soft smile. "I guess so. Deuce I'm sorry to have dragged you into that. I'm sorry I took the photo from your phone. I'm sorry about everything." She revealed, a normally stoic Clawdeen wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. She wouldn't let another one fall. One was enough.

"You're sorry? I should be apologizing to you. She only went after you 'cause you were with me. Trust me, you didn't drag me into anything. Hell in her own twisted world she can't do any wrong." Deuce shrugged his shoulders. "Now no more tears, alright? You start, then I'll start. Then we got a mess on our hands."

Clawdeen chuckled, "Right, we don't need that."

"Now let's go have something to eat, I have a feeling this isn't the last time we hear from the royal pain." The gorgon started leading the way. "By the way, great shot. That blood stain isn't coming outta that shirt any time soon." The male couldn't help but chuckle.

Max, you like Italian right? Come get us for early lunch, bring Clawdia if she's up to it... maybe some wine too.

The gorgon sent the text and they headed off the property of Monster High.

The she-wolf smiled as they walked. "For a guy who's calm as a cucumber, Clawd teaches how to punch really well." She looked down at her hand, it looked roughed up but it didn't hurt her that badly. "I should've worn my rings today. Shit."

"You wouldn't want whore blood on them, they might rust." Deuce said slinging his arm over the wolf's shoulder. "That's what I like about him, he protects his own. Clawd knows there will be a day he won't be around, he wants to make sure you're safe." Just thinking about his wolf made his heart race.

She nodded. "I love him for that. He's always thinking about everyone but himself. Y'know his car's on its way out? He takes good care of it but he doesn't wanna spring for another one yet. Not sure when he thinks will be a better time, but whatever." Clawdeen recognized Max's rental vehicle, he rolled down the window long enough to be insulted. "About time, asshat."

Thank goodness for Maximilian Graves. "Hey, there's my grumpy sis and snakey bro. Get in guys, time to grab a bite to eat."

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Hey, so I saw tht punch u landed on de Nile... Pretty hot. Msg me if u feel up to it - Bram Bam

Clawdeen was really beginning to feel her hangover kick in now. She dug through her bag discreetly, where were those pills Toralei gave her?

"How are you guys holding up, today?" Max asked the two of them. He noted that his younger sister shook 3 pills into her hand, downing them with the glass of water.

"Can't speak for the druggie over here, but me? Rough going." The gorgon whispered, his head was pounding so bad and he already taken the required dosage of painkillers for the time being.

His gaze shifted towards the young female wolf who really didn't look so hot. Clawdeen looked like she was going to puke again.

"I'll be better once these kick in," she tossed them back into her purse, making a mental note to give them back to Toralei when she saw her again. "how's Clawdia?"

He pondered it. "She's napping. Did you guys notice that... Clawdia didn't feel drunk after all she drank? She told me that this morning... didn't seem right, I saw white and red, vodka and whiskey bottles all empty. She sure felt like shit too."

"I know she mostly stayed with her red. I believe she had a couple shots of whiskey. I know R-K and I were really mixing our drinks. Maybe that's what saved her?" Deuce could hear a couple a few tables down talking rather loud. How he wished they would stuff their mouths.

"Even still though..." Clawdeen thought about it. "Deuce and I got wasted. I've seen Clawdia drunk before and she's funny as hell... now that you mention it - she didn't seem that impaired at all."

"Hmm, interesting." Max took note of it as he flagged down a waitress to begin their order.

"Sorry! It's pretty busy this time of day. Can I start you off with something to drink?" The waitress asked.

"Can you not, though?" The she-wolf mumbled.

Max shrugged. "I'll take root beer please. You guys?"

"Water's good for me, thanks." Clawdeen didn't want to take the chance to irritate her stomach more.

"Chamomile tea, please." Deuce mumbled as he glared towards the noisy table. Man they didn't even know what he would give to have them to shut up and get lost.

It wasn't too long before the waitress was back with the root beer and chamomile tea, she re-filled Clawdeen's water. "Are you ready to place your orders?"

"I'll have the classic creamy garlic chicken penne, please." Max decided. It was his favorite dish to order whenever he could. "What would you two like?"

Clawdeen looked at the menu and the words started to blur. "I'll just have a caesar salad with chicken strips please." She set the menu down and swallowed hard.

Deuce scanned the menu one more time. "The bruschetta with mozzarella, please." Thinking maybe the bread would help his stomach.

"Are you alright, Deenie?" Maximilian asked her, he had a feeling maybe the pills she took were making her quite drowsy.

There was about a 5 second delay before she responded, fixing her posture. She felt light-headed. "Yeah, I'm good. It's just hitting me real hard."

"What's hitting you?" He inquired, ready to take her out of this establishment and right home if need be.

"My hangover," she told him truthfully. At least that's what she assumed it was. "I have a love/hate relationship with my wine." She lightly giggled, massaging her temples. When would this aching in her head cease?

She reached for her phone and read the message. Deuce noticed it was from Bram. That wouldn't be… the same Bram Devein that he wasn't fond of, would it?

"A boyfriend you aren't telling us about, Dee?" The gorgon inquired about the text message, wondering how much information the female wolf was going to give him.

Clawdeen rolled her eyes at the message and shoved it back in her bag. She didn't have time for boy-drama, she was too busy suffering with her brothers. Maybe after a bit of lunch she'd feel better?

"Who's 'Bram Bam'?" Maximilian questioned innocently.

Clawdeen raised an eyebrow. "No one. Just this guy at school."

Max nodded, he could tell Deuce had a face full of dislike as he tried to cool off his tea enough to sip it. "Is he bring home to the family, worthy?"

Clawdeen scrunched her nose up. "Absolutely not. I mean I don't think so. I doubt it. I can't decide if I wanna bang him or punch in the face yet. Hence, 'Bram-Bam'." She giggled at her own logic.

"I say wear your rings and punch him in the face." Deuce mumbled as he sipped his tea.

Max smirked, deciding to change the subject. "What am I in your phone as?"

"Asshat."

He laughed. "Nice, I dig it. Now what about Deuce here?"

Clawdeen showed them her phone. "He's right there, 'Drinking Buddy' with a heart and wine glass emoji."

"Aww Thanks R-K." Deuce felt very proud of his name in the wolf's phone.

"R-K?" Max raised an eyebrow.

Clawdeen rolled her eyes with a smile. "Road Kill."

The Hauntlywood star laughed. "Oh, that's a loving nickname." He turned his attention back to Clawdeen's phone. "Well ain't that sweet? You get emojis, Deuce." He thanked the waitress for bringing their food so promptly.

"Ma and Pops have emojis. Clawd has a Casketball beside 'Big Bro' too." She set her phone back into her bag as she glanced at the classic caesar salad in front of her. It looked real good but she was nervous she'd be tasting it again way too soon.

"She has a wine glass emoji in my phone." Deuce said staring at his food and regretting it. "I might take this home." The gorgon mumbled, already having lost his appetite.

She took a couple bites and set her fork down. The she-wolf reached for her glass of water and sipped it. She was noticeably trembling.

Clawdeen picked up her fork again and poked a chicken strip and some romaine lettuce with it, she put it in her dry mouth that she just moistened with water. How could it be dry again?

Max took a moment to study the both of them, they weren't doing so great.

Deuce sipped on his tea, he was thankful it was going down smoothly. In the corner of his eye he watched the female wolf. "You alright Dee? Don't force yourself." The gorgon was getting a bit worried about her shaking.

She shook her head in silence. It was a good thing she wasn't wearing make-up today, she rubbed her tired eyes and let out a soft sigh. She had another couple bites and the fork was down again. She let her eyes close briefly. It felt so good to let them finally close. As if she had been fighting the urge to shut her eyes for hours.

"Deenie," Max whispered, trying not to make a scene. He gently shook the arm that her head was rested upon. "psst, Clawdeen."

She shook herself awake and apologized. "I'm so sorry, Max."

"No, no - it's okay. You need your bed, kid. I'll get you there. Don't worry." He glanced at Deuce who looked considerably tired as well. He managed to finish his tea but that was about it. "You look like you could use to snuggle up with Clawd for awhile."

The gorgon yawned, that sounded like a plan to him. "I'm sorry we weren't much company Max, we suck."

"Nah you guys are alright." Within no time Max paid the bill and had their lunches in take-out containers. "Alright, you can lean on me, Deenie."

She protested, swatting Maximilian's hand away. "No I'm fine, I just need a second."

A single second turned into a few but she did get up. Albeit it was unsteadier than she should've been... "Clawdeen, please... if you need help-"

"I'm fine, Max – for fuck sakes." She cursed, though he knew she didn't truly mean it. Clawdeen was visibly irritated. "I'm sorry but can you please, please piss off?"

Deuce chuckled to himself, at least Clawdeen was nice about telling Maximilian to piss off. He was right behind her as well, ready to offer his help as well if she needed it. He knew not to crowd her when she wasn't well or something was wrong.

They soon headed out of the restaurant slowly enough for Clawdeen to follow. She was having a hard time walking in her converse today, good thing she didn't wear heels.

"You're just like your sister, stubborn as hell, y'know that?" He commented, helping her regain her footing when she almost tripped into someone else's car.

"Thanks, and thanks. I look up to her." She leaned up against the right vehicle this time and took a moment to breathe. Her chest felt heavy. "I look up to Clawd too but he has the patience of a damn Saint, I don't. I'm a ticking time bomb at the best of times."

"Oh we know this well." The gorgon commented. "That's why we try not to give you a reason to use your claws... on us at least."

Maximilian chuckled and earned himself a glare from Clawdeen, she didn't hold it long though. "Oh you're right." She realized they were waiting on her to move her tired butt.

Once the two of them were in the vehicle, Max got in the driver's side. He had Deuce sit in the back with Clawdeen to keep an eye on her. He hated to make one hurting unit babysit the other but he was positive Clawdeen might be having a reaction of some sort... Deuce wasn't in any shape to drive himself otherwise he would've gotten the gorgon to do so. "Thanks Deuce, for being a real sibling to her when she needs it most." Max connected his gaze with Deuce's for a moment through the rearview mirror.

Clawdeen went to move and smacked her head off the window. "Oww, fuck me." She groaned, now holding the sore spot on her head.

"Maybe later." Deuce joked around with the she-wolf. It caused her to smile slightly and the gorgon was perfectly fine with that. "Don't need to thank me Max, they've been in my life for a long time. In my eyes they are my siblings." Deuce took a mental note to ask Clawdeen about vampire boy when she was so snappy.

The sooner they got back to the Wolf residence, the better for all of them.