We continued talking about the dance. I said how cheesy the theme sounded, although it doesn't sound too bad compared to the other themes we've had. Though this is the first that doesn't seem to scream "WE'RE WEREWOLVES," like normal.
Then she basically told me that I'm going no matter what. With that, I gave her a stern look.
"You do remember that I'm a new wolf? How I'm still going through the changes every night at midnight?" I raised my eyebrow at her while she had a thoughtful look on her face.
The thing with werewolves is that we begin turning when we're roughly around 16 years old. We change nightly at 12 o'clock sharp, always two weeks prior to our 16th birthday. For guys, though, it seemed to happen around the age of 15. I've heard it's because the guys need more training than we do since they are going to be more aggressive and will have a mate to protect. Though we females aren't weak, the elders just seem to be more wary and I guess it's just the way things have happened since the beginning of time. It hurts a lot at first, but so far I've gone though it for almost a week, so my body is slowly adjusting.
Her eyes suddenly brightened up and she looked at me with a huge grin. This should be interesting, or at least a semi-decent plan, I thought to myself.
"Okay, so you turn when the clock strikes twelve…" she began muttering to herself until she looked directly in my eyes. "Then it's settled! We can still go to the ball, but we just need to make sure you're out of there by…11:35? Does that sound like it'll leave enough time for getting home and then getting ready to shift?"
I thought about it for a few seconds before nodding. It sounds like a good plan; I just hope it works.
The bell rang, signaling it was time to head to class. Great….just what I wanna do, head off to stupid math class.
I was close to my class, but I needed to get my math book from my locker…I looked at Shelly, who was looking at me, and then we both looked down at where our lockers are located. Sadly, the "Senior Hall," as it's called, even though there aren't just seniors there. I decided that if I tried going through the herd of people crowding the hall, I'd just wind up being late. Shelly seemed to have come to the same conclusion since we both shook our heads and hugged each other.
"We'll talk more about our plans in Gym, right?" Shelly asked, not looking so happy now. Then again, I can't blame her. Her first class was chemistry with one of the worst teachers ever.
"Sounds good, yeah," I said with a nod.
The warning bell suddenly rang, making both of us jump and swarms of kids now trying to hurry to their classes. With a wave to Shelly, I was joining them, shoving my way through people while getting dirty looks. After what seemed like forever, I finally was in front of my class. With a sigh I walked in, heading over to my seat and sitting down.
Mrs. Kingsley, my math teacher, put a worksheet on the overhead for us to work on for the class period while she, I'm assuming, was writing e-mails to students' parents saying bad things about them. She was a cranky, middle-aged lady that seemed to enjoy getting kids in trouble. She was probably around 5'0, she has curly, shoulder length dark red hair and brown eyes framed by some wrinkles.
Luck seemed to be with me today, seeing that she wasn't making us do book work, which would've lead to me being yelled at for not bringing my book to class.
The class passed rather quickly; even with my struggling with the stupid quadratic equations we were given. Honestly, who's going to use this crap in real life?
As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of class –and my misery- I grabbed my stuff and headed over to my next class, English with Mr. Harper. He isn't that bad of a teacher, but I still don't like his class. We didn't do much besides read a stupid story about Beowulf, causing me to nearly fall asleep. I honestly just think they want us to read it because it has the "wulf" part in it.
My next class was gym, which I luckily had with Shelly. As always, we met up in front of the gym doors, walked through the open gym, and into the girls' locker room when we were stopped.
I looked up at the girls in front of us, and much to my dismay, it consisted of one of my snotty step-sisters, Selena, and one of her cheerleader friends, Kelly Richards. Unlike most of us here though, they are both only human, so I'm not really intimidated by them and they knew it. Doesn't mean they don't like to try to affect me some way, somehow.
Shelly let out a short laugh, probably laughing at the way they're trying to look intimidating, even though Selena was an inch shorter than me. Kelly, however, was only two inches taller than me.
Selena's sky blue eyes looked at me with disgust, not liking werewolves even though her mom and sister are. Her straight, shoulder length platinum blond hair was swept to hang slightly over her left shoulder. She was wearing the gym uniform we all had to wear, though she hiked up her already short shorts to expose more of her legs and rolled up her sleeves to make it look like a tank-top-wannabe. She also had short pink socks under her black Nike tennis shoes.
Kelly's grey/blue eyes looked at me the same way Selena's did. Her hair was jet black and was in a pixie cut style. She, not surprisingly, was wearing her uniform the same way Selena did, but instead of the pink socks and black Nike, she had on black socks with a pair of white and blue Adidas.
"Well, well…looky what the cat dragged in," Selena sneered at me, barely giving Shelly a glance.
I rolled my eyes at her comment. Is that really the best thing she can say? I cocked my eyebrow at her and looked at her as if really bored already, which I was.
My lack of reaction earned a glare from both her and Kelly. It was sort of amusing how Selena would be the talker while Kelly stood in the shadows and simply agreed and nodded like a lost little puppy.
"I don't have the time or patience to deal with your stupid shit right now, okay? Just leave me alone, you and I both know who will win, and who will be backing down." I narrowed my eyes at her, hoping she'll back off.
Disappointment ran through me as I realized that wasn't going to happen. She simply perked up and glared at me harder, if that was even possible.
"You may be a filthy little wolf, but I have way more friends here that would do so much damage to you just…" Selena started, but got interrupted by a fist being swung at her face by none other than Shelly. She has quite the tempter…especially when people are putting down being a werewolf.
Shelly took a step towards Selena as she simply cowered back away, fear clear in her eyes as well as anger. But I'm sure she knew better than to try anything to Shelly, because while my step-sister has a lot of followers, Shelly has many more.
"Just shut up already! Nobody cares about what you or your stupid friends," she pointed towards Kelly, who was barely holding in her fear, and continued, "have to say or think. You're just jealous because we know we have somebody who will love us for who we are and what we are. Unlike you, being the snotty little bitch you are won't have that shot like us because you're a human. I can't think of any moron who would be able to put up with you." With that being said, Shelly took my wrist and angrily began towards our lockers as we got changed into our plain white shirt and navy blue cheerleader shorts.
Out of nowhere, Shelly suddenly growled and hissed a line of profanities, no doubt aimed at the two witches we just dealt with. I put my hand on her shoulder to calm her down. When she looked up at me I grinned at her and held my hand up for a high-five and she slapped it, grinning back. She's always the one to snap at those two, I hold back a lot because I have to live with them and they seem more fearful of her, which she rather enjoys.
We heard the whistle of our teacher, meaning get the hell out of the locker rooms. I noticed other girls scurrying out while Shelly and I simply strolled out, not caring too much. When we made eye contact with my step-sister and her friend they both cringed, making us giggle slightly.
We took our seats at the top of the benches while Mrs. Grainger tried getting the attention of our class, which was fairly easy because we actually liked her.
"Alright class, listen up! As you all know, I'm pregnant and soon to be expecting," she started and pointed to her big belly that looked out of place against her slender and toned body, "so that means you will be having a replacement for the rest of the year." Some people groaned, others though, I could feel the excitement radiating from them.
"The ball is tomorrow and I will be leaving at the end of the day tomorrow. You guys will be having the replacement the day after the ball, and I will say this now: don't make him regret taking this on." She looked sternly at the class sluts and then the kids that refuse to do anything other than sit down and play on their phones the whole class period. "For the rest of class, I will go ahead and lets you guys talk, but do not be too loud." She then exited and went into her office.
Shelly didn't waste a second in talking about the ball.
"Okay, so you already know I have tons of dresses, some in my size and some in yours, so we don't have to go shopping because I'm pretty sure I have the perfect dress for you. I won't spoil anything, but ill drive you to my house later, okay?"
I simply nodded in reply. "So how are we going to remember to leave before midnight? I'd really rather not ruin a perfectly good dress and shoes because of the shifting…"
She seemed to be deep in thought for a moment until she snapped her fingers. "I'll set my phone to go off at 11:30 and I'll need you to do the same, this way if one doesn't notice it, the other should. Sound good to you?"
I nodded again, trying to engrave it into my head that I'm going to need to have it on high volume.
She smiled at me as I did her, we were both very excited for this, but for very different reasons. Just the mention of the ball had my heart pounding, my hands sweating, and my mind racing. I can only imagine what will happen tomorrow night…