The Rejected Female Wolf - Chapter 16: Chapter 16
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With a deep breath, I went to sit in between Trey and Zach.
Mr. Harder had started to teach once again and everyone was facing forwards without small talk.
"Are you alright?" Trey whispered in my ear. I bit my lip and thought about it.
Was I okay? I mean sure I felt hurt and a bit angry but overall was I alright?
I shrugged my shoulders. Trey nodded his head and pulled me on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on the crook of his neck.
He had shifted so I lazily slouched on him and he was holding me tightly as if afraid I will leave.
No one said anything and Mr. Harder didn't seem to care or maybe he was afraid.
"I don't want to do work," I whisper in Trey's ear.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he murmured back as he pulled me even closer than I was.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed in his cologne. It smelled like home. Something I never had when younger.
"I wish I had met you when I was barely 10," I croaked out. I knew I was about to cry and i was trying my best not to.
I couldn't help it though. I have been an emotional wreck ever since I have gotten here.
"Don't go all soft on me now," Trey lightly teased but I knew he was feeling sad.
"I'm not going to," I whisper back. I forcefully pulled back those tears that threatened to escape.
"Class dismissed," Mr. Harder spoke over the bell. I yawned and opened my eyes. Looking around, I noticed that I had fallen asleep on Trey. I got up off him and he left his arm wrapped around my waist as we left the classroom and to next period.
English. Crap. I suck at that also. I pretty much suck at everything except gym and art. I groan and try to walk on my own before I walk almost straight into a locker.
I would've slammed my face in if it weren't for Trey pulling me back on his side. I smiled sheepishly and let him guide me to our next class.
I was surprised when I found out that they let him skip a grade so he could be with the rest of us.
"We're here," Trey spoke loud enough for me to lazily open my eyes. I yawned and opened the classroom door.
The moment we walked in there I raised my hands above my head to stretch out my body. I hear wolf whistles and lower my hands.
I had forgotten I was wearing a crop top and that I had almost revealed my boobs.
We were about to head to the back when we heard the teacher talk.
"Oh no you don't. You will state your name, position and something about yourself."
I inwardly groan and narrow my eyes at the lady. She looked around the age of 40 and her hair was visibly starting to turn gray.
"I'm Blake and I am the alpha of the White Stone Pack," immediately all the girls turn to look at him and some even lower their shirts," I also hate people who are sluts and act like one," he says obviously talking about the girls.
"I'm Randy and I'm a member of the White Stone Pack," Randy says with confidence and coolness. Remember when I said he doesn't like people? Well that's still there.
"Now something about yourself," the lady persists.
Randy glares at her. She shifts uncomfortably and drops it.
"I'm Zach and I am a member of the White Stone pack. I love to pull pranks and if I were you I'd watch out," he says with a mischievous smile.
I smile faintly and shake my head at his speech.
"I'm Trey and I am a member of the White Stone Pack. I skipped a grade so I'm a year younger than everyone else in here," he states shyly.
He still had his arm around me and I look down at my shoes not wanting to talk right now.
"What are you waiting for bitch? Cat got your tongue. I bet you use that all the time when you suck a guy's -" I cut the girl off from speaking further.
I had my arm pressed against her that as she choked. The teacher had her eyes widened and was frozen.
"Who's the slut?" I spat at her. She was calling me a slut when she had a belt as a skirt and her shirt was a rag.
Her eyes were full of fear. I pressed harder and let her go. She dropped to the floor and sucked in air.
"I'm not the slut here," I said with as much venom as I could.
"Bitch," she gasped out. I growled loudly that it sounded like a killer growl.
She whimpered and I picked her up with one hand. My eyes were about to flash red but someone tackled me.
I was immediately in control and looked up.
I was being pinned down by Zach.
"Sup?" He said as casually as he could but he was still panting.
Mr. Harder had started to teach once again and everyone was facing forwards without small talk.
"Are you alright?" Trey whispered in my ear. I bit my lip and thought about it.
Was I okay? I mean sure I felt hurt and a bit angry but overall was I alright?
I shrugged my shoulders. Trey nodded his head and pulled me on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested my head on the crook of his neck.
He had shifted so I lazily slouched on him and he was holding me tightly as if afraid I will leave.
No one said anything and Mr. Harder didn't seem to care or maybe he was afraid.
"I don't want to do work," I whisper in Trey's ear.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he murmured back as he pulled me even closer than I was.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and breathed in his cologne. It smelled like home. Something I never had when younger.
"I wish I had met you when I was barely 10," I croaked out. I knew I was about to cry and i was trying my best not to.
I couldn't help it though. I have been an emotional wreck ever since I have gotten here.
"Don't go all soft on me now," Trey lightly teased but I knew he was feeling sad.
"I'm not going to," I whisper back. I forcefully pulled back those tears that threatened to escape.
"Class dismissed," Mr. Harder spoke over the bell. I yawned and opened my eyes. Looking around, I noticed that I had fallen asleep on Trey. I got up off him and he left his arm wrapped around my waist as we left the classroom and to next period.
English. Crap. I suck at that also. I pretty much suck at everything except gym and art. I groan and try to walk on my own before I walk almost straight into a locker.
I would've slammed my face in if it weren't for Trey pulling me back on his side. I smiled sheepishly and let him guide me to our next class.
I was surprised when I found out that they let him skip a grade so he could be with the rest of us.
"We're here," Trey spoke loud enough for me to lazily open my eyes. I yawned and opened the classroom door.
The moment we walked in there I raised my hands above my head to stretch out my body. I hear wolf whistles and lower my hands.
I had forgotten I was wearing a crop top and that I had almost revealed my boobs.
We were about to head to the back when we heard the teacher talk.
"Oh no you don't. You will state your name, position and something about yourself."
I inwardly groan and narrow my eyes at the lady. She looked around the age of 40 and her hair was visibly starting to turn gray.
"I'm Blake and I am the alpha of the White Stone Pack," immediately all the girls turn to look at him and some even lower their shirts," I also hate people who are sluts and act like one," he says obviously talking about the girls.
"I'm Randy and I'm a member of the White Stone Pack," Randy says with confidence and coolness. Remember when I said he doesn't like people? Well that's still there.
"Now something about yourself," the lady persists.
Randy glares at her. She shifts uncomfortably and drops it.
"I'm Zach and I am a member of the White Stone pack. I love to pull pranks and if I were you I'd watch out," he says with a mischievous smile.
I smile faintly and shake my head at his speech.
"I'm Trey and I am a member of the White Stone Pack. I skipped a grade so I'm a year younger than everyone else in here," he states shyly.
He still had his arm around me and I look down at my shoes not wanting to talk right now.
"What are you waiting for bitch? Cat got your tongue. I bet you use that all the time when you suck a guy's -" I cut the girl off from speaking further.
I had my arm pressed against her that as she choked. The teacher had her eyes widened and was frozen.
"Who's the slut?" I spat at her. She was calling me a slut when she had a belt as a skirt and her shirt was a rag.
Her eyes were full of fear. I pressed harder and let her go. She dropped to the floor and sucked in air.
"I'm not the slut here," I said with as much venom as I could.
"Bitch," she gasped out. I growled loudly that it sounded like a killer growl.
She whimpered and I picked her up with one hand. My eyes were about to flash red but someone tackled me.
I was immediately in control and looked up.
I was being pinned down by Zach.
"Sup?" He said as casually as he could but he was still panting.
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