Previous chapters have been tweaked ! Overdue Chapter. Promise there is more to come !
I was abducted by aliens, so forgive me.
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Don't own Big Wolf on Campus characters, but I do own Shane
Warning Merton's being an ass ! And Cursing !
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"Hello," a sweet voice entered Merton's ear
Merton grabbed a fistful of cord as held the phone tighter. 'This is for the best' he informed himself, 'this is for the best.' Merton convinced himself to call student residential life; for he thought it was best if he left and moved into a single. Tomas Dawkins was not comfortable with living with a homosexual male, he pondered, never mind that Tomas Dawkins nestled, with ease, into a bed with Merton Dingle, with ease, and never mind that he and Merton Dingle were best friends. Merton wedged a piece into the puzzle, despite the piece's imperfect fit, but that's alright since 'this is for the best.'
"Hello," Merton choked into the receiver. As soon as Merton began his imbecilic, impulsive speech, Tommy stepped out of the bathroom a cold mist followed his heels. Merton gazed at Tommy with a lost apology welling inside his trance; Merton skimmed Tommy's body. Merton followed Tommy's happy trail with an agape mouth. He peered at the An American Werewolf in London towel that concealed his flaccid member. 'What the HELL am I thinking?' Merton focused on the phone, 'Uh. . . h-hello I will call later on in the afternoon." He placed the phone down and turned his attention to Tommy, but his gaze re-focused on the towel, except this time he was not thinking about his-ahem, he remembered he gave the towel to Tommy as a gift-gag for being a good werewolf. He said with glee, 'it's like an anniversary.'
He gave a small smile despite the situation, "Tommy," he began but faltered. Tommy sat on his bed to gather his underwear and began to dress; he turned away from Merton when he slipped on his boxers. "S-so we're not going to—we need to have a talk Tommy."
"What's there to talk about? I forgave you while I was in the shower. . ." Tommy was tense despite his frigid shower. He did not want to talk about it, since he needed to have his head in the game for football practice.
"We've been friends for too long… I mean you'll only be lying yourself if. . . I can't continue living here. My sexu—" Who's speaking in a logorrhea?
"What the HELL?" Tommy snapped with a sudden turn causing the towel to pool onto the floor, "Your sexuality is the problem is what you're gonna say?—your sexuality has nothing to do with this!"
Merton inhaled, "You can't even look at me. I apologized and it's like you hate m—I calle-d Residential Life I think it will be best for the both of us if I request a sing-"
Tommy approached Merton; Merton became aware of Tommy's shaking hands and amber eyes, so he flinched when Tommy surpassed his comfort zone, "Why do you do this?" Tommy breathed heavily through sharp teeth; he was fighting for control, "Project the problem onto you. . ." He took a step back and breathed into his hands, "You don't need to leave." He faced his bed and began to count to himself in whispers hoping to calm down.
"Project?" Merton blankly stared at Tommy, "Project?" He repeated just in case Tommy's already sensitive ears did not hear him.
"You don't need to leave," he stated simply hoping the situation would be dropped.
"I'm not projecting the situation onto me I'm just noticing how uncomfortable and tense you're are" Merton sighed, "I want to make this right"
Tommy sat down on the bed, deliberately ignoring Merton, to put on his socks. He then placed on his shirt and feigned fumbling for the opening of the shirt just so he wouldn't have to see Merton. . . The words of earlier on in the morning reeled through his mind, incriminating evidence for his hatred for Shane: 'I don't want to hurt no more' that's what Merton said. Hurt ! His claws began to elongate all over again, so he counted to remain cognizant over the situation. The situation was just too raw for him and the wolf to handle; he'd be thinking irrationally is he sniffed Shane out and—and, now. . . Let some time pass then kill Shane. . . Time pass, kill Shane. Time pass, kill Shane.
Merton pleas eradicated his original chant for a calm mind, "Tell me how to make this right, Tommy"
"Dump Shane," it slipped out of Tommy's mouth with such bitterness that Tommy was unaware of exactly who was talking.
"Wha-wha-do you mean? Y-you have feelings for me?"
"Why were you on the floor?" Tommy popped his head in the shirt. It became painfully aware to Tommy that he lost the battle, since his features were merged with the wolves. "Me and Lori found you on the floor? What did Shane do to you?"
Merton didn't eye Tommy. He was lost in his thoughts. . . He remembered what he said in the morning, and last night. . . Last night. Almost on impulse he touched his fingers to his cheek, but instead he collected them into a fist and said, "It's my fault really" he looked down uneasy, he felt like an open book now since the wolf could smell his emotions. Could it hear his heart pounding? Merton thought he was going to die.
Tommy shot up with a ferial grunt lodged between his esophagus and throat, "Is that wha' you're goin' to do?" He sounded like a football coach, "Hide? When we fight monsters you always run or hid behind me or even Lori, but—when we need you, really need you, you brave it out. . . I need you to tell me if he's-"
"I should have gone to my bed. Shane left and I was tired, so I must of fell-"
Tommy, without any remorse, gave more to the werewolf. . . He needed to get more of what Merton was feeling, so he could-what kill Shane? He'd go to jail, but that didn't matter Merton would be safe. Merton would be protected. Merton wouldn't be a victim. But the wolf was no mind reader; this was a mistake giving the wolf too much of his humanity. . . He couldn't think straight. He was thinking in primal images, so he yelled. . . their dorm mates must have heard, "He's been hitting you?" his rage only gathered in the silence, "I'll kill him"
In Merton's ears the words sounded so sharp it caused him to recoil for a second, but he need to act fast in order to calm Tommy. He rushed to Tommy, "No ! No ! I'm fine, please Tommy calm down"
Tommy began to stomp his way to the door, " not going to hurt no. . . You'll. . . safe." With both hands Tommy clamped onto Merton's shoulder, "He'll hurt." Why was he speaking like an idiot? Between his large protruding canines and wolf brain he could barely English.
Merton grabbed Tommy arm, "He hasn't been- Stop Tommy ! Just stop, be rational. Fuckin-stop fucking stop!" Merton slapped Tommy. They stood like that for a while, in the echoing silence of a slap, Merton had slapped Tommy before, but never with this amount of intensity.
Did he smell hatred? Tommy's wolf became a cowering puppy in the corner.
"I'm sorry-" Tommy began
"If you hurt Shane-" Merton didn't finish his warning. He didn't realize what he was saying. . . he wasn't thinking. He was just trying to calm Tommy down, wasn't he?
"You'll hurt me?"
Merton was distraught, "Tommy"
"I'm sorry Mert" Tommy stated deadpanned and let go. He continued to get dressed. Red and white, blue jeans, fingers through long brown hair, white sneakers, and duffle bag of football uniform. He left without another word.
'Fuck. I should have-Fuck,' When did Merton become such a projector? 'This was for the best.' Merton sighed
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Constructive criticism adored. Adds motivation