Wolfblood, .Chapter.Three.

by dragonwriter (S.E. Roberts) in Wolf's mind, making him wonder who Eclipse is, and in Zarlac's mind, making him wonder who Wolf is

This is like the shortest chapter I've ever written!

.Chapter.Three.

Abby swallowed and glanced sideways.

It was the next day, after the prank-gone-wrong incident, and Abby was fidgeting in her seat.

It was language arts. One of the few classes Abby had with the gothic boy in it.

She couldn’t stop glancing at the wolflike boy. She wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling, just then. It was a combination of mystified wonder at the strange way the boy handled things and the element of pure sickened guilt over what had happened yesterday. Why did she even do that in the first place? What had triggered her to do that?

No, she thought. It was what triggered me to not be myself. That freaky kid with the black hair and green eyes.

It was as if coming across the gothic boy had changed her view on life, and made it so she realized how horrible it really was to use that prank on someone. There was something about him that changed everything about her inner self... he brought out a side of her that she didn’t even know existed. A good side. It was weird, to realize that almost everything she had been before was just to put others down. It was weird.

Abby saw another bright flash of clear emerald as the boy’s eyes caught the light and reflected it. She swallowed again. Suddenly, she didn’t even feel guilty anymore. She felt terrible, a deep, sick feeling in her gut that made her want to throw up. That was how strong the emotion was inside of her. She knew she was overreacting; why should she feel this bad about a simple prank-gone-wrong?

Calm down. What’s wrong with you today.

From what Abby could tell, he was looking at the cover of the book that Mrs. Thomas had instructed to take out. She was totally unaware of the Mrs. Thomas giving instructions as she watched the gothic boy.

It looked like to her that he was reading the words on the cover, over and over. And over and over. Like it was alive. His elbow was pressed against the desk, his head propped up on his hand. His other arm was laid down, his pale fingers idly picking at the edge of the book. But always, the two hidden sparks behind his bangs were looking at the cover of the book.

Abby glanced up as Jenny handed her a note. Passing notes in class.. completely against the rules, but the only means of communication.

Truth was, he was having a one-way conversation with the words.

The words had a way of just... knowing things. Knowing things about people, like the way they could tell that the boy wasn’t like the others.

And sometimes, they could understand what the boy was thinking just by what kind of look he had in his eyes.

Who are you? What are you?

The boy blinked.

You must tell us. No human can see us... and yet you can. You look human, anyway. There was only one human who could understand us. He knew how to read people before they spoke, by the look in their eyes, just like we can. That was millions of years ago. Are you a descendant of him?

By the look in his eyes, the words instantly knew that they had hit a soft spot in him.

No, you aren’t. But then who are you?

“Abby Kiara Goldwood, Jenny Tessa Jones!”

Abby’s head shot up as Mrs. Thomas’ angry voice boomed into her ears. She froze, clutching the note in her hand that she was just about to pass to Jenny, who sat in the desk next to her.

She felt Jenny stiffen next to her.

Mrs. Thomas’ dark brown eyes pierced into Abby as she stalked down the aisle towards Abby and Jenny.

Abby didn’t even try to hold on to the note in her hand as Mrs. Thomas snatched it away, unfolded it, and without even moving from the rigid, demanding position she was in, read the entire note, silently to herself.

To Abby’s disgust, a wry grin spread across Mrs. Thomas’ face.

The classroom, who knew full well that Abby had just gotten in trouble, was completely and utterly silent.

Abby sat stiff in her chair. She was uncomfortably aware of the entire class watching Abby as Mrs. Thomas read the note.

Please, don’t let Mrs. Thomas read it aloud to the class. She always does that to me to embarrass me. Please....

If she reads it, then it’ll be all through the school be the end of the day.

Slowly, her eyes never leaving the paper in her hand and the wry grin never leaving her ugly face, Mrs. Thomas stalked back up the aisle to her desk.

Abby swallowed.

“This is boring. From Jenny.” Mrs. Thomas read, and Abby sighed. She was reading it aloud. The entire thing. To the entire class. At least there were a few OK lines until the really bad part.

Fantastic. Put off my misery longer.

“Yeah. From Abby.

I can’t wait till choir. From Jenny.

Why? From Abby.

Because! From Jenny.

Because what? From Abby.

Well, Andrew Green goes to choir. And he sits next to me. Do you know him? From Jenny.

Yeah! Why, do we have a crush? From Abby.

Shhhh. We don’t talk about these things. ;)”

Out of the corner of her eye, Abby saw Jenny blush deeply as Mrs. Thomas read the note, and the secret words on it.

Mrs. Thomas continued.

“What do you think about that kid? From Jenny.

What kid? From Abby.

You know, the new kid? With the black hair and green eyes? From Jenny.”

The black haired, gothic boy was momentarily distracted from his conversation with the words as Mrs. Thomas read on in the note.

Mrs. Thomas kept reading.

The black haired boy saw Abby throw an uncomfortable glance in his direction.

“Oh, him? From Abby.

No. I’m talking about the other kid. You idiot, of course I’m talking about him. From Jenny.

Why do you want to know what I think of him? From Abby.

Because. From Jenny.

Because still isn’t a reason. From Abby.

Because I want to. From Jenny.”

There was slight disappointment in Mrs. Thomas’ eyes as she finished the note. Apparently she was hoping to find out what happened.

Abby still didn’t let her breath out. All the gothic boy knew was that they were talking about him... but that was all he needed to know to know that something was up. Fantastic.

The black haired boy slid into his usual out-of-the-way corner on the bus just as it took off. The ‘popular’ girls in the back were unusually quiet that day, he noted.

In spite of himself, he couldn’t help but wonder what Abby did think of him. It was strange, the way she made him think like he had never thought before.

He was slightly surprised as Abby suddenly appeared and slid onto the seat next to him.

Abby swallowed. She had to do this.

The boy next to her was awfully quiet. It was going to take some getting used to, the way he never even acknowledged her when she showed herself.

“Look...” She started, then hesitated.

She could see his chest rising and falling as he breathed.

“Look. I’m really sorry about the prank I played on you and how we were talking about you and stuff...” Abby trailed off.

Her apology was met only by an unreadable silence.

Suddenly, she realize something.

His fists were clenched so that his already pale hands were turning white at the knuckles.

His chest was rigid, his breaths were faltering, and his arms were stiff.

.......??

Abby gave him a good look over, eyes narrowed.

Then she tossed it off, stood up, and made her way to the back of the bus.

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