The girls locked the bathroom door and stared at each other for a moment. Then Gene explained one of her secrets, that she was like a hybrid of a witch and a wolf. Gene also explained the other end of this confusion, that she doesn't know why a succubus side is coming out now. Or why she even has a succubus side for that matter.
"You have to keep this a secret please! I don't want to be asked questions and I don't want something bad to happen to me. Like if they cut me open or something." The other girl laughed at the other girl's worry.
"I think you're exaggerating a little." Gene didn't laugh, only a look of desperation crossed her face. "Am I?" The other girl thought about it for a second and realized what the Fae council would do if this got out, and that would be on her own hands. Gene then realized that they don't know each other's names.
"I am asking a stranger to keep a secret for me..." Gene chuckled to herself. The other girl then said,
"I'm Calisiti but my friends call me Cal." Cal held out her hand to be shaken by the other girl.
"Gene. My full name is too long to say out loud." The girls then shook hands and realized that they needed to go back to class.
"Crap..." Gene said, Cal was thinking it. They both nodded at each other and Cal unlocked the door, seeing a line of girls trying to open the door for the past minutes. They all scurried in after the two girls got out. Gene and Cal looked at each other, smiled, and headed off in opposite directions.
Gene's next class was a bit boring. She didn't hear anything that was useful to her. She already knew what they were talking about in that lesson. It was nearing the end of class when her teacher, Ms. Gathrope of the Gathrope witches, said something that Gene listened to. Ms. Gathrope was around her early thirties and she had black curly hair. She has green eyes and wore prescription glasses. She was actually pretty. Beautiful... Gene's hunger was starting up again after that thought.
"Class, since you all seem to know the basics already, I will give you a first impression project. You will have to do an essay and demonstration on Witchcraft History. It's pretty open really." Then a very handsome incubus raised his hand and said,
"Do we have partners?" The teacher smiled, knowing someone would ask that. She pushed her glasses up and then folded her hands. "Yes you do, but they are assigned. Sorry everyone!" Everyone was still excited. Gene could see their auras, which was weird, and scary. Gene closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to get the hunger out of her. The bell rang and the teacher looked at Gene, noticing her hunger like Cal did earlier.
"Do you need to feed, Gene?" Gene contained it, somehow learning to control her outer appearance. She looked up at the teacher, feeling the ache come stronger now.
"I don't need to feed, I am a wolf remember?" Ms. Gathrope studied Gene's face for a moment. The teacher than walked slowly in circles, with her hands behind her back.
"I saw your strength number. Off the charts huh? The average for your age, and your Fae, is about 5 to 8. Weird huh?" Gene gave the best chuckle she could.
"It is weird. I have to go to my next class though so..." Gene gestured if she could go, raising her eyebrows. Ms. Gathrope smiled and nodded.
"On your way then." Gene hurriedly got up and tossed her bag's strap around her head so it could hang across her chest. she got out of there quick, the ache coming back to her. Gene then ran to the bathroom, clearing the stalls of girls, then locked the door again. She dialed her phone's speed dial for her mom, and waited for her to pick up. The stomach pains came next as it was ringing. She then picked up.
"Mom!? Something's happening to me." Gene said, trying to comfort her stomach.
"What's wrong honey?" Her mom asked, actually dreading the day when this could have happened.
"Am I... am I more than two?" Gene asked, knowing that her mom would know what she's talking about by that. Her mom sighed.
"Yes honey. I thought this day would never come because... I thought that... Okay, this is better to be told in person." Gene clenched her jaw, trying not to scream from the hunger growing inside of her. "No mom! I need to know NOW!" Gene said, not meaning to yell at her mom but she was in pain from this aching.
"Okay, okay. I'm not your biological mom Gene, I am your watcher." Gene paused for a long time.
"H-Hello? Honey? Please say something." Gene slowly set down the phone and pressed the red button, ending the call. This was too much, but as Gene thought about it, the more she realized how she wasn't really her mom. They looked nothing alike. Gene had a light brown, almost dirty blonde hair color while her mom, or so she thought, had dark brown hair, close to black. Gene's eyes were a blueish green while her mom's were a dark brown. She just thought that she looked like her dad, which she sorta did but, her looks never resembled her mother.