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laufeyhela

I just started Reading But the story is so Good! I hope you will update again!

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Nymeria-TheLostWolfQueen

Loved it. Please continue. Would love longer chapters

Awesome! I am continuing when I get the motivation - I really am trying to upload more! This is a bit of a longer chapter, but I'll try for even longer next time!

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Great story so far.

Happy you like it :) Thanks for reviewing!

"Later, losers." I waved over my shoulder as I left the school grounds, Kaleb and Janet going the opposite direction to me.

Ever since the party, the three of us had been hanging out more often than not, calling every little meet up a 'study session' in an attempt to make ourselves feel better about the fact that no work was actually getting done.

It was a Friday afternoon, and we had all finally decided that it was about time to do some catch up, what with final exams just around the corner and all. I hesitated at the school gates, looking around with a slight frown, not seeing Tate. Although I'd been spending a lot of time with Kaleb and Janet, it was still the routine to walk to and from school with him.

I shuffled my feet, glancing at my watch, unsure if he'd left early without me. I was about to turn and just walk home myself, when Tate burst through the doors, walking fast, shoulders hunched. He seemed to be looking at everything and nothing all at once, and as he got even closer, I could hear his ragged breathing, panting as if he had run out of air.

"Tate." I tried to stop him as he walked past me, but he didn't appear to hear me. I reached out and grabbed his arm, the momentum spinning him back around to face me. I faltered at the snarl that came from Tate as he turned to face me, his lip curling with the noise. I took a step back, my hand falling. What the hell was wrong with him? I stood, blinking at him for a solid few seconds of silence, but then Tate took a step back, his eyes widening in shock, mouth turning down at the corners as he finally processed who I was. "Tate. What's going on?" I asked quietly, not making an attempt to reach out to comfort him, unsure of the response that I would get.

Tate sighed and shuffled his feet, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times. "It's-" He finally began, but the sound of the school doors crashing open had him falling silent, his eyes flicking towards the loud sound and then widening in fear, as he took another step back.

I turned on my heel, wondering what had him so scared. Four jock-looking guys were looking around, smiles growing on their faces as their eyes locked onto Tate. "Calypso. Let's go." I heard Tate mutter behind me. I shook my head without saying anything. "Calypso. Please." This time I actually felt a tug on my backpack and glanced over my shoulder at him. He didn't look scared anymore, just resigned, as if this was his everyday life and he just wanted to get it over with. I once more shook my head.

The four jocks were almost here now, having headed towards us when they saw Tate.

"Problem?" I asked before they got too close. They faltered for a second, probably not expecting me to of said anything.

"Boyfriend can't talk for himself?" One of them jeered, making the others snicker. I rolled my eyes visibly and folded my arms over my chest.

"That's not what I asked. You got a problem, or what?" I repeated, speaking slow.

A ripple of shock appeared to go through them, and the smirks lost some of their intensity.

"Yeah, we got a problem. What are you going to do about it?" One of them stepped forward, away from the pack, getting into my space.

"Depends." I kept my voice as calm as possible, holding in each breath to try and slow my breathing, mentally telling my heart to stop its flip flops.

"On?" The guy in front of me challenged.

"How hard you want to make this for yourselves," I replied.

"Oohhh. Is that a threat?" One of the jocks that remained with the group mocked, causing the others to laugh.

"You can either walk away, and I'll forget about this. Or you all can get suspended." I offered, looking at each one of them in turn, a small smile forming as frowns creased their faces. "You see, the days almost over and the principal is about to walk through those doors over there. I don't know about you, but physically threatening the new girl isn't a good look for you." I told them.

"We haven't touched you!" One of them cried, a ripple of anger went through the group.

"You have three seconds." I smiled sweetly, looking towards the doors of the school. Sure enough, they were opening, and the principal stepped out, looking around. His gaze focused on us. "Walk away or I start crying for help," I muttered, beginning to bring my hands up to my face.

"Fine." The jock in front of me growled, turning and walking away, the others trailing behind him.

I didn't stop to watch them, but turned, grabbed Tate's hand and dragged him after me down the street towards home.