The Call of the Wolf

Time ticked by so slowly I thought I was going to have to resort to desperate measures to get out of PE. The clock in the gym seemed to have stopped for an eternity to make sure I would recieve at least one ball to the face while I stood on the bench, avoiding catching the ball to rejoin the c*****e before me. Students dived and dodged at an alarming speed. My eyes travelled to Cal, as they always did, and admired his muscular legs and forearms letting my mind wander to imagine his abs under his jersey. Maybe it was alright if time stopped for this drool fest. "Hey! Kate! Will you get your head in the game and at least try?" Sneered Jessica. I rolled my eyes at the barbie doll infront of me and ignored her by fully sitting down on the furthest corner of the bench to avoid playing dodgeball. She huffed, exasperated. "Look, you punty b***h when I tell you to do something, you do it. No one ignores me!' She stomed towards me and wrenched me up by yanking my arm. "If you don't do as I say we could always repeat last weeks punishment." Bitch? who the hell does she think she is? My anger bubbled and,as usual, I could not stop the words tumbling from my mouth. "Don't touch me. Last weeks punishment? You mean how you ostracized me through black marking me in school? Please, it was paradise not having to speak to morons for a whole week.You'll have to do better than that!" My tone was cold and hard. Fire danced in her eyes,"Just you wait..." I rolled my eyes. I knew it was a suicidal move but I was past caring. Jessica was the queen bee at the school. Stunning but sadistic. She had her own little apostles who followed her everywhere. Fellow students called her Luna in respect as if she were the moon goodess herself. I always found that name odd. She looked more like the sun and has the attitude of a class A b***h. I couldn't fathom why Cal couldn't see through her. They had been an item for 3 years now and were apparently going to the same college together. Life was so unfair. How did she land such a hotty with that personality and yet I had still yet to have my first kiss? Finally, the clock hand had moved and there were only a few minuets to the end. While we packed up Jessica hollered, "Think fast!" A ball rocked with brutal force to my face, smashing my glasses and incompasitating me with pain as I dropped to the floor. Blood was pouring from my nose. I cupped my face with my hands and curled up in the fetal position. I could handle the pain...but the embarrassment would follow me for months. I felt my vision begin to go fuzzy and just before I blacked out I swear I heard Cal... Jessica? What the hell...she's only human. Not cool. She disrespected me! Yeah but you can't use half your strength like that... Half? I thought. If that's half I never want to experience the real deal. I closed my eyes and sank into the abyss. I awoke, several hours later, in the medical room. My head felt like it had loose scews rattling around it. Sounded about right considering who I challenged. I groaned as I sat up only to be greeted by the last person I expected to see. Cal? He was sat on a chair by the end of the bed straddling the chair. His hair was deliciously messy and his top hung loose over his broad shoulders. He grinned as I made eye contact as if he knew that I was checking him out. My cheeks flushed and I checked if my mouth was agape. Good it wasn't. "What do I owe this pleasure?" I coldly asked, arching my eyebrow, wanting to appear unaffected by him. "I see why you piss off Jessica," he smirked, but more amused than upset, "I really have no effect on you, huh? Interesting." I was interesting? Did I hear that right? Just because I didn't bow down at his feet like everyone else in this school and call him Alpha, like he is some kind of pack leader. "We've never talked, you are the transfer student." I nodded. Awestruck. It was true. Although I have drolled from afar I have never once approached Cal, or any guy for that matter. My parents are super protective and very purity, chastity and no physical contact Christians. I had moved to this middle of nowhere town last year. I had that outback feel. Loads of forests and fields and cabins in the woods. They wanted to leave the sinful city behind and get back to humbler roots or something. They were hypocrites, they weren't doing it to be closer to Jesus, it was because my father had been offered a ministry here which paid far more than where we were. The silence was now uncomfortable as I maintained my disinterested glare. "Okay, well, now I can see you are alright, I'll leave you to it?Jessica didn't mean to hit you too hard..." Cal rubbed the back of his kneck uncomfortably. I saw red, "If you are here to apologise for that skank on her behalf: 1. That was pathetic. 2. If she was really sorry she'd apologise, not you!" Cals eyes flashed. I'd hit a sore spot and he was mad. I could feel his fury fill the room. It was sufficating. He seemed to be having an internal struggle within himself. "Look CHILD, just because I showed mercy for your rude behaviour before due to your now smashed face does not mean I will be able to forgive your rudeness again." His nostrils flared. "Just because I am 15 does not make me a CHILD you can scorn. I'm obviously brighter than you, you dimwit, concidering you're 18 and we take the same classes. You are emotionally retarded if you think defending the actions of your girlfriend is merciful!" Who did he think he was to treat me like A child! He really hit my weak point. I hated being underestimated. I'd skipped a few years due to my excellent academic achievements...well except PE. I sucked at PE. Suprise spread across his features at my outburst. "What?" He asked. All tension left the room. "Don't what me!" I snapped. He held my gaze and I felt my anger start to dissipate. His eyes grew wider. "It can't be..." He ran his fingers through his hair. I was baffled. We just stared at each other. I maintained my annoyed face while Cal looked at me in...wonder? Then he did somthing I never thought possible. Cal leaned forward and reaching his hand out and stroked my hair. I froze. Paralysed by sheer shock. He didn't stop there. He snaked his had behind my head in one quick movement and buried his face into my neck and then inhaled me? What the f**k did this guy think he was doing? As quickly as he attacked he retreated. His warm amber eyes had darkened to an almost pitch black as he took me in. "Do you wear perfume?" The absurdity of the situation forced me to yelp out an honest reply, "No." "You smell of fields and sunshine..." He said in almost a trance. I couldn't take anymore of this. I was a nobody and I liked it that way. I know I drooled over this guy, but those were innocent fantasies, I didn't know him and the more I was getting to know him the more I wish I hadn't. He had always seemed cool, srong and the silent broading type, like a buff Mr Darcy. Instead he was turning out to be a Mr Collins. I groaned internally and externally as my head began to pound furiously. I had to escape this freak show. But before I could move, Cal stood up straight as if hit by lightning. His eyes glazed over, glaced at me then left. Without a word. Without a single word. I burried my face into my hands and screamed in frustration. what the hell was that? Attention. Can Kate Rhodes come to reception please. Your guardian is here to pick you up. The tannoy announced. Oh god. I bet that was my dad. He was super protective over me but he had never ventured to school to get me. Infact he'd never been into town before. His ministry was just outside the boarders of this town. I swung my legs down from the bed and caught sight of my reflection. Oh. My. God! My face was a complete mess. I had brusing around both my eyes which had already turned a purple, green hue. Blood was smired nown my nose and chin and on my t shirt. It was so swollen I looked like I'd been attacked by a hive. How did Cal not say anything? I squared my shoulders. Looking like an undead zombie was not going to ruin my day or embarrass me. I'll show it off like a battle scar and not let Jessica or Cal get to me. I swalled and walked towards reception. Whispers followed me through the halls as I made my way to reception. I could just make out my father. He looked agitated, on edge, as if ready for a fight. That wasn't like him. He was all What would Jesus do? By the looks of it Jesus wants to punch someone. His eyes fell on me in relief and he bear hugged me. My father was a huge man. Easily 6"4 and broad. But he was a real softy. "My Kate! What happened to your face?" He cooed. "You know me, accident prone and today was dodgeball." I lied easily. I didn't need him to worry about me. It was more insulting to be the recipient of his knowing and sympathetic eyes. "And just before your birthday! It's only a week away. Let's hope that settles down for the party your mother planned." I rolled my eyes. In doing so I spotted Cal, hovering nearby. Our eyes locked and then he turned and walked away. What a weirdo. "Come on darling, lets go," my father soothingly spoke while pushing me to the exit. I was relieved to go.