I slammed the door behind me. I fell face-first onto the couch. I didn't feel like doing anything. Not watching TV, not listening to my iPod, I'm just sitting here bored.

I turned over and faced the TV. The remote was right in front of me. I reached out to grab it, but got to lazy to stretch an extra inch.

Now, I could feel my entire arm. I felt a lot better. I thought then that I should go home, but I didn't feel like leaving the couch for hours.

I wanted to shapeshift!

It's in my blood! If I don't, I feel like I'm gonna explode!

I morphed into my favorite animal, the Victorian cheetah. I spread myself out on the couch, head hanging over one side and tail dangling over the other. I purred to myself. I don't care if I get cat hair all over .D's couch, I just love to transform into different animals.

I still actually felt a little woozy from the fight and .D waking me up too early for my taste.

I rested my eyes and unknowingly purred myself to sleep.

"Dare! It's lunchtime already! Come on; I waited two unbelievably long classes to get away from Izm!"

I woke up in a blast of insomnia. I stared at the door, horrified.

Shit.

It was A.E.D.

The door swung open. I looked at myself, still a cheetah.

.D stared at me, terrified. I guess they don't teach the do's and don'ts of what to do if there's a freaking giant big cat in your room.

"Oh my fucking God," he whispered to himself. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"

I had to tell him I'm a changeling now. ".D! Don't make a scene! It's me!"

"It talks and it knows my name... I'm dreaming!"

"No, it's me!" I morphed back into human form, shamefully.

"Dare?" WTF, "You're a cat?"

"No," I confessed, "I'm a shapeshifter..."

He paused, taking in what had just happened three seconds ago. "You do look like NightTiger without the mask on."

"WHY does every motherfucking guy here talk about her?... But yes... I am NightTiger..."

A.E.D shut the door behind him and sat next to me on the couch. "So I guess that's why you were offended by the rest of the guys blabbering about you, huh?"

"Yup," I nodded, "Can you keep this a secret? Please? I don't want to interfere with anything, though."

"Of course; you're fine, Dare. But if there's cat hair on the couch, you're gonna be the one vacuuming it off."

I smiled a little. "Thanks, but how did you take that in so fast? Normally people are totally horrified and scared of me after they see me as an animal."

"When you're stuck with the red-eyed idiot," He's talking about Izm, "You lose all sense of surprise. Plus, I could kind of guess from the fight that you were attacking Caleb like NightTiger would."

I sighed. "It's pretty freaking hard trying to hide it," I said.

My stomach growled.

"Is it lunchtime?" I asked.

"Hell yeah it is," .D answered, "Just whatever you do, don't do ANYTHING in front of Izm's roommate Desmond. He's the biggest person in the gossip vine."

I got up from the couch. "I'll keep that in mind."

"And as soon as you left the table, Izm said you looked hot in the femme uniform."

I twitched my head back to that comment. "Tell him I said some Nazis are cute."

Izm wears a Swastika armband on his left arm, in case I never said and you don't know.

"He says he just wears it for the design."

O rly?

"Screw it then," I replied, smiling.