Chapter Sixty-Two
John lifted his coffee mug to his lips, looking down at his pancake. "What class schedule does everyone have?" He asked, picking up the Mrs. Butterworth's syrup bottle and pouring it over his pancakes.
Kaylie stuffed a sausage like into her mouth, looking at the schedule she pulled out of her backpack. "I have math, art, history, and English with Brian and Allison; other than that, I'm on my own."
Dominic looked at his paper, wiping some syrup off of the print. "I've not Spanish and music with John, math with Claire, science with Andy, shop with Cody, and gym with Tyler and John."
John held up the note that Clarissa and Ryan had given him to let him out of gym until his incision healed. "I'm not gonna be able to do much in gym." He stated, rubbing his hand over the bandage under his shirt. "Still gotta heal up a little."
Jim chuckled, looking at his sheet. "I've got science and history with Cody, and music with John, Dominic, Allison, and Kaylie." He looked up at the others. "Other than that, I'm alone."
John looked down at his sheet, sighing as he saw that he would never get a second alone. "I've got every class with at least one of you in there with me."
Vernon lifted his coffee looking at the kid. "That's thanks to me, I wanted to make sure you had eyes on you at all times in case you got an attack."
John rolled his eyes, looking at the older man. "I'm getting scanned next week to see if I can drive." He stated, picking up his fork. "Besides, I hardly get them anymore."
Clarissa shook her head, swallowing her fear of John riding the motorcycle. "The scan will only tell us if the seizures aren't a threat at all times anymore, it's not going to get you cleared yet."
John shrugged, stuffing a chunk of pancake into his mouth. "It's close enough." He looked down at his watch, bolting from his chair. "Shit!" He exclaimed, sprinting to his room.
Clarissa looked around the table, her question clear. "What was that about?" She asked, hearing a loud thud from above her, where John's room was.
Claire shrugged, taking a drink of her milk. "I think he forgot that he's supposed to grab his books and backpack." She glanced at the ceiling, shaking her head as a series of bumps and thuds echoed from his room. "He's not used to having all of that stuff."
John rushed back down the stairs, stumbling as he tried to tie his shoes. "Guys, it's seven thirty. We need to be there at eight." He stated, watching as they all scrambled for their stuff.
The teens burst through the doors to the house, rushing to their three vehicles that belonged to Andy, Claire and Dominic's old beater that was always needing parts to be duct taped back on so he could fix it when he got the cash. "I call Claire's car!" John, Kaylie, Allison, and Cody shouted, piling into the black car and buckling before Claire started driving toward the school.
John shut the door to the car, looking up at the school as Claire slipped her hand into his. He smiled, kissing her as they started toward the building. "Prison is in session." He smirked, squeezing her hand as he noticed some of the jocks checking her out. He glared at them, making sure he staked his claim early on. "If anyone gives you trouble, I'll beat the shit out of them." He growled, curling his lip at one of the bigger guys that had to be the quarterback who was checking out Claire's butt.
She shook her head, noticing a couple girls checking John out. "That's my alpha wolf talking." She smiled, turning him and pressing a hard kiss to his lips to stake her own claim. "But I'm an alpha too." She whispered, letting him kiss her again as the bell rang.