How did I get myself into this?
No seriously – I don't remember waking up and walking down right next to the school…in human clothes.
I looked around. Strange and stranger.
I was wearing what I thought were denim pants that went a quarter of a way down my legs and a loose long sleeved white cotton top.
I spun around in my newly acquired clothes. I swear this makes my bosoms look big. Hummm….
A warm, soft fur coat brushed one side of my face and my back. A deep brown coat.
"How'd I get into these clothes?" I asked with suspicion.
If a wolf changes, then once they change back they're nude. I tried not to smile.
No idea. Put clothes next to you while you were asleep and now…
I turned to look at him. He looked very tall.
Or I was very short.
Andrew nudges the side of my face closest to him. …your breath taking.
I sighed.
"You know, this isn't really fair on me, not being able to see myself or to see your human self." I told him.
Andrew crouched down and pointed his muzzle to the window. It was probably the only tinted window in the school. Why they needed a tinted window in the most sunless place in America, I have no idea.
I saw myself. Or my reflection.
I was about One-seventy-two centimeter tall; or about as tall as Andrews eyes. My skin was tanner than I remember it, but then again, that was seventy-four years ago. I had snow white hair – the same color as my wolf fur. Beautiful deep blue eyes that looked like they missed nothing and held secrets.
I turned so I was getting a side long view. Average bosoms and a nice ass, if I do say so myself. Slim and a slight show of muscles in my legs and arms.
"I give myself four out of five." I cheerfully stated.
I saw Andrew was gazing up at me in my reflection.
I give you 10 out of five. You look like every mans' dream.
I looked down at Andrew and beamed. "Thank you." I whispered, "Now," This louder, "am I aloud to see your human side?"
Andrew smiled at me. I guess I could but then I'd also be showing more than my face. I have clothes here that I can change into if I must.
I blushed.
He would be nude, wouldn't he?
He chuckled and got up. I'll be back in a minute.
Andrew ran into the forest and came back a few moments later.
I made a noise I didn't know I could make, and stared at the gorgeous fifteen year old heading towards me.
He was about half a head taller than me, tanned with dark brown messy hair. He had mesmerizing ice blue eyes and had a muscular body that looked like it belonged in magazines.
He frowned. Even that made him look perfect. "Are you okay?" he asked.
My mouth opened a bit but no sound came out. I cleared my throat. "Y-yeah. I just saw someone who looks like they belong at world's number one hottest fifteen year old." I took a deep breath to calm myself as a smile pulled up Andrew's face. "Give me a moment." I asked.
But he didn't.
Andrew walked up until his face was so close to mine I could bite his nose.
He took my hands in his and whispered in a deep purr that gave me butterflies, "Welcome to your first day of High School here."
"Your?" I asked, confused.
"Mmm… seems my pack doesn't want me moving constantly into Cullen territory, no matter how same they are. And I can't exactly en-role in a school and get in the same day." Andrew sighed, sending sweet smelling odors into my face.
"I reckon you could." I told him. With a body like that…
He brushed his hand down the side of my face, leaving a tickling trail after his fingers.
"I'll get in there soon." He promised.
"Maybe I should move to your school?" I suggested softly.
Andrew made a growling noise, and then seemed to stop as if he noticed himself doing so. "Paul attacked you once; I'm not letting it happen again. No one in my pack goes here so you'll be safe. I don't know who could attack you next time."
I shuddered as I remembered the pain of those claws piercing my flesh…
"Okay." I nodded.
A loud bell rung. It was eight thirty. We'd been here for over two hours. Well, I had.
Andrew wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him, his forehead still on mine. "I'll be around if you need me." He whispered before letting go and walking into the forest.
School won't be the same.
I sighed, and then looked up.
It was going to rain soon.
And my head hurt, like an elephant was having a grand time jumping inside my head. At the same time it felt like fire throbbing at the back of my head like music getting turned higher.
I slipped into the car park. People who were late for class, stopped and looked at me with shock, awe or jealousy.
Moving swiftly, I soon got to the front door, and when I opened it was confronted with an empty lunch area. I walked around at random, not bothering to ask people for directions.
I swear all they'd do is gap and stare.
Eventually, I found the front office. There was a plum old lady sitting there reading a book. She put it down and looked up at me.
Like a sheep in a herd, she gapped like everyone else.
Thump. Throb. Bang. Ouch my head.
"I'm Genna and I'm here to pick up my books I ordered and my timetable." Polite and innocent.
The lady – Mrs. Hilmar, according to her badge – collected my things in a matter of minutes.
I gladly moved out of the front office, refusing the offers of her to help me carry the weightless books.
Weightless to me anyway.
Let's see…locker number A98 and my first class – which was already half done – was English.
I dumped my books into the locker and headed to my first class.
I hope Andrew gets into this school soon.
I opened the door to where my English class was meant to be, and was met by a stern look from the teacher who was busy resisting Romeo and Juliet.
"Thou Romeo – ahh class, this is our new student…" he paused as if remembering something, "Ah yes! Genna Whitefield. Class, please don't hesitate to give Genna directions or helpful tips on our school. Genna, if you could please sit there. Quickly now." I moved to where he was pointing, which was in the middle on a cluster of students. Obviously the 'popular' group.
"Now, let's continue! Thou Romeo…" the teacher blundered off.
I sighed and dropped to my seat. The people around me stared like I was a horse in a cow paddock.
I ignored them.
And their constant murmuring.
I wonder what Andrew's doing?
My head felt like sharp pains where attacking it. Is this what a migraine feels like?
The bell went at the same time it started raining.
I went straight to my locker to dump my English book in there. Then, I'm going to head outside to see Andrew…
"Hey!" Someone called to me from a few meters back. I turned and saw a boy about Andrew's age. "Your Genna right?" he asked.
I nodded and kept pushing my books into my locker.
"Hmmm… Chris did leave out a few details on your appearance. You're even prettier than he said." The boy leaned right next to my locker, staring at me.
When I didn't say anything, he continued. "I was wondering. If you want you can come sit with my group this Lunch."
It's very tempting to tell him to piss off right now. I know what type of guy he was. But, I had to be unsuspicious.
"I'm just going to sit at my own table for now, you know? Get use to the place. Maybe some other time." I told him before shutting my locker and locking it.
"Sure thing. If you ever want to talk again just ask for James or 'Foxy'." I don't want to know.
"Okay." I pushed myself away from the lockers leaving James behind, and headed towards the Lunch area.
Once I got there, I saw two tables empty. I moved and sat at the closest one.
Everyone who noticed me nudged the person closest and whispered, stared or smiled.
Luckily, the table was closest to a window, so I sat looking out it.
I wonder where Andrew is, if he even knows I'm the closest I can get to outside without causing someone to notice.
I wonder – clack.
Turning my focus to the table, I saw six girls putting there food trays down like they owned the table.
Half of them where blondes, the other half brunettes. A blonde one sat right next to me like we where the best of friends…
"Hi. Genna is it?" she asked. All the others started eating like she was the mouthpiece for everyone.
Or the leader, I thought glumly.
"Yes." I forced a small smile. "I'll move if this is your table." I got up and stared to move when she laughed.
"Oh Genna your so funny! No, no sit - I insist." She made it sound like an order.
"No thanks." I picked myself up and started to move away. There where no more tables left.
I sighed and headed towards the entrance that lead outside. Into the rain.
The migraine – or whatever – felt like it was getting worse.
It felt a degree colder outside to me. I stayed under the cover of the entrance door. It was very annoying that there were clear glass windows everywhere at the entrance.
Where's Andrew?
Throb. Burn.
I almost jumped a meter when I felt wet arms wrap around my waist. A cold chin pressed against the side of my shoulder.
"Boo." Andrew whispered.
Tear. Pull.
I leaned against him, suddenly tired.
"Wow this is so boring." I informed him.
"What? Holding your waist? If you don't like it…" Andrew started moving his arms further down my body.
I grabbed his hands before he could go anywhere and I noticed I was chuckling. So was he.
"I mean school." I giggled.
"Mmmm… Boring waiting in the rain too." He mumbled.
Stab. Pull. Throb.
"You don't have to." I told him.
He kissed my neck lightly and continued like that hadn't sent sparks through me. "Oh, but its heaps of fun watching you in class, listening to what everyone's saying about you… Oh and that Amy girl is very pissed at you."
"Really?" I sighed and rubbed my head.
Burn. Stab. Pull.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked.
"My head hurts. Feels like an elephant jumping inside my head while the words loudest music is playing." I groaned went it didn't stop.
"Maybe you should skip school with me." He whispered huskily.
"That sounds nice." I muttered.
Tear. Pull. Bang.
Andrew moved to stand next to me, keeping on arm on my waist.
"Come on. I'll take you to my house if you like."
Pain.
I blinked when a rain drop fell on my head.
It wasn't going to kill the fire in my head.
"Yeah. Sure."
I just hope no one tries to kill me.
Including myself.