The Goddess and her Sleuth Hound

The Epochal Day

October 17th, 2020 12:43 pm

Persephonie

Utter disgust.

Every time she looked at him all she felt was disgust, Persephonie couldn't understand how such a kind man like Christopher could have sired the abomination that is Adrian.

Looking at him from across the cafeteria the roll of her eyes should have been felt by the school as whole. There Adrian sat surrounded by females, human and wolf-kind alike. All of them absolutely falling over themselves to get even a scrap of his attention. She just didn't understand it, how any of them could find a man that full of himself attractive, looks weren't everything. And his golden curls made him look like a poodle on humid days. Not to mention the lack of structure in his life; no training, bad grades, absolutely no time spent with either of their fathers learning the ins and outs of being a leader of a great pack. Zero responsibility for anything.

How does one find anything satisfying in a life of partying, drinking, and women?

Gathering her books Persephonie headed to the library. She wasn't hungry, and sitting in the cafeteria was not allowing her to get any of her homework from the first classes of the day done. At least the library was quiet and she wouldn't be bothered by the sight or sound of Adrian and his gaggle of women.

Maybe her eyes will one day get stuck in the back of her head, she thought, giggling to herself as she rolled her eyes in passing.

-

Adrian

Why was she such a prude?

Honestly, you'd think Sephie had never known a day of fun in her life. Come to thing of it, as someone who had known her the entirety of her 16 years, that was possible. She had always kind of been a stick in the mud. Any time they wanted to play, anything that was too "dangerous" was immediately off the table. And Goddess forbid someone wanted to go against something one of the adults said, the fit she threw.

His thoughts were interrupted by the shrill sound of the female closest to him saying his name, she certainly sounded upset. Had he not been paying attention to her? Poor thing. He wondered how many times she'd tried to get his attention.

What was her name?

Goddess, her perfume was sickeningly sweet. Mixed with the scent of her human sweat it was more than a little nauseating.

Looking at her with what he knew was disgust, he could hear the underlying annoyance in his voice, "Why are you so close to me? I don't seem to remember giving you permission to touch me. Nor do I remember saying you could rub the overused scent of sweetpea you have coated yourself in all over my coat. I'll have to wash it twice just to rid it of the scent." Adrian lifted his upper lip in a sneer that, though it did not mar his perfect features, let his disgust be known.

The girl's face turned red, the blood filling her face in anger and embarrassment. "How dare you?", she huffed, standing to straighten her skirt and walk away. The appearance of the small lettering on the deep V her hipbones created above the skirt's waistband pulled a memory to the forefront of his mind.

"Come now, Veronica. After last time I told you I like my females to smell of women. Not artificial flowers and teenage angst.", he growled.

Tears glistening in her eyes she made her way towards the girl's restroom.

She does have a nice ass for such a petite female, shame she doesn't know how to listen. Thinking to himself of the time they spent in the back of his Jeep Gladiator.

"Alright, ladies. Time for class. If you could all remove yourself from Mr. Bowen and make your way toward fifth period. Coach Gates needs the auditorium for the next Gym class." Principle Wesley looked at Adrian over her glasses, a thin black brow lifted in question. "Are we having hearing problems again today, Adrian? Time for fifth period, I'm sure Chemistry will not be able to start without your esteemed presence.

-

Christopher

"Honey, I'm telling you something is wrong with the boy. Not once in my high school career did my principle ever reach out to my parents. And the fact that the principal is Christianna Wesley, of all people!"

Chris had never been so upset with his son, you'd think the boy had no home training. Disrespecting elders, misbehaving at school, PDA in the damned cafeteria. What was the boy thinking?!

Mae chuckled, "Maybe you should go get Tristan, see if he'd go get Adrian from school and have a word with Principal Wesley. Maybe a lesser sentence? I really don't want to put up with that boy for the next week because he doesn't use the good sense the Goddess gave him."

Maybe Mae had a point. Pulling his phone from his back pocket Chris let out a string of cusswords as his Skoal fell to the ground, the tobacco exploding from the can onto the hardwood floor. Today just was not his day, Goddess help him.

Hopefully Tristan would know what to do, he was at his wits end and this boy was not listening to him. Tristan always knew what to do. He always had an answer.

-

Tristan

I wonder why Chris is calling, he thought while he sat staring at his friend's name flashing across the screen of his phone. He contemplated not answering it, Chris knew he hated talking on the phone. The fact that he was calling should probably be taken as a sign that it's too important to take time texting back and forth about.

"Hello? Christopher, is everything okay? You know I hate talking on the phone."

There was a tremor is his voice as he answered, making Tristan's hackles rise as he wondered who had upset Chris in such a way.

"Tris, I don't know what to do anymore. This boy has me at my wit's end. Little asshole has Christianna Wesley calling me about how he's behaving at school, has his Momma stressed because he isn't pulling his weight at home and making her work harder than she needs to. I had pack police contact me last week because he was out drinking with a group of Omegas at two in the morning!", he was breathless. Tristan could tell his friend was on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Hon, you have to calm down.", Tristan stood, running his hand through his thick black hair. He was trying hard to make his voice soft despite the anger radiating through him. "Look, how about I take him? I'm sure he's suspended knowing Christianna. I know Persephonie and I can whip him into shape, he obviously needs his Alpha to remind him how lucky he is to have such parents as he does. Goddess help him. If I'd had the boy from whelping as I'd wanted, in my envy of your having the boy I thought I'd wanted, he wouldn't have been given such freedom to be his own man."

There was a long pause on the other end, he could hear Chris take a deep breath and on the exhale he spoke. "Yeah, okay.", he said softly. Then in the thickest Southern drawl the man spat, "And will you quit calling me hon!"

All Tristan could do was chuckle, Christopher's reciprocated laughter a soothing balm for his irritation.