As soon as I had finished planning with Deaton, who had surprisingly agreed to help enact our ingenious plan, I head back home to get some rest. After all, the plan is not going into motion until nightfall the following day. We had decided that because of the fact that they are mostly - besides Allison and Lydia of course - werewolves, it would be smart to use the hand grenades that Allison's father uses to debilitate them for a moment to get them into the trap we will have set up for them in the location we had selected. Once we have them exactly where we want them, I will close the mountain ash infused devils trap that I will have drawn along the center of the ceiling after school. When that step of the plan has been completed, Deaton will say the simple exorcism and hopefully that will have solved the problem of the demon-infested teenage werewolves.
I should have known it wasn't going to be that simple.
School went by as slow as ever. I have someone from the pack in basically every hour, so I constantly had to keep avoiding and ignoring every pointed look they gave me. Whenever I did catch them looking my way, the look in their eyes was purely predatory and I had to keep my nausea at bay. I just couldn't stomach the thought that they had all been possessed for about a week and I hadn't noticed until last night, when they had tried to kill me. Just the thought alone made me want to get this done with. All I want is my friends back with me, I didn't care what it took.
As soon as the bell rang to let us out to lunch, I tried to escape chemistry as fast as I could, before either Mr. Harris or any of the pack could stop me. I had no such luck. Scott cut in front of me before I got to the door and blocked my path to safety. I tried to push him out of the way, but I knew I had no chance against Scott, a seasoned werewolf. I stood up tall and mentally prepared myself for the onslaught I knew was about to arise. Scott sized me up, scanning my posture from head to toe, for what reason, I had no idea. Before he had the chance to say anything though, I beat him to it, "What the fuck do you want, Scott?" Instead of replying, however, all he did was smile maliciously and flip me off. I gave him a confused look before he left, silent the whole encounter.
While I walked to lunch, I replayed the scene over and over in my head, wondering what exactly Scott meant by flipping me off. It was odd to say the least, and it made no sense in my mind. I finally figured I should just forget about it and move on, figuring I had a lot more pressing matters to tend to, such as how I'm going to get through lunch without any of my friends sitting at the table with me. I decide for best results, the best place for lunch would be either the bathroom, although that would look somewhat odd to the random passerby, or the library. The library is the obvious choice.
After getting my lunch consisting of meatloaf, which not-surprisingly looked like a piece of shit, and the odd vegetable and fruit variety from the salad bar. I make it through lunch in the library with nothing out of the ordinary happening, and I saunter to the one class I do not share with any of the demon slash wolf hybrids. The class was uneventful, as I had basically done nothing but stare at the clock, thinking about how I had not noticed that all my friends were not really my friends at all for as long as a week. It puzzled me that I didn't see the signs earlier. Normally I have a keen sense for evil, as I have shown several times without the pack even giving me a second chance about it. For example, I had suspected that Matt had been behind the whole Kanima business sophomore year, but had anybody believed me? No. And where had that gotten them? There could have been so much less death and destruction had we taken him out earlier in the game.
My thoughts are interrupted as the bell rings to go to the last class of the day, the class that I dread the most, PE with Coach Finstock. I have a strong feeling that he hates me, not as much as he hates Greenberg, but a very close second.
As soon as everybody is dressed and in the gym, Coach tells us we will be playing a heated game of dodge ball. Greeeat. I think. Jackson better not try to kill me.
"Jackson, why don't you and Adamson pick the teams today?" Finstock addresses.
"That would be great, Coach." Jackson says excitedly, glancing my way and giving me a sly smile.
The game starts soon enough, and coincidentally, I hadn't been picked by Jackson, only confirming my fears of him attempting to murder me by means of a dodge ball.
I narrowly miss a few dodge balls aimed towards my torso, and several to my legs, and manage to take out at least two guys from the opposing team. By now there are even numbers of members on both sides, and sadly that includes Jackson. I see him glance my way, point in my direction, take aim, and the last thing I see before I get hit in the face with the dodge ball, is Jackson's eyes flickering black before me.
N/A: I know I have not updated in so long, and I am truly sorry for the wait, and I wish I had a valid excuse again this time, but unfortunately I don't. I started writing this chapter quite some time ago, but it kinda got pushed to the back of my brain and just kind of left there until today. The good news is that I will have more time to write in these upcoming months because I do not have summer work for school this year, so I am incredibly relieved about that. So look towards seeing more from me in the next months! I know this wasn't the greatest of chapters, but hopefully it will be picking up very soon. But until then, please review?