TORN

Chapter 4...

Deep breaths Crim, you got this....

Flipping my hood up, I put in my ear phones, cranking the volume up on my phone til I feel like my ears will bleed from the onslaught of music trying to drown out the world around me, my daily routine, if I can't become invisible I'll try my hardest to drown out the reality around me. Shrugging my backpack a little higher so it rests against my lower back I begin the day, feet moving towards my first class, my least favourite, History. Mr Jefferies our history teacher is a grade A weirdo, few screws loose, he thinks adding some supernatural world along side true history will have us young ones more inclined to listen, I've complained to the principal once as I don't think its acceptable to alter history with his mythical madness but was told the curriculum had been validated and everything was in order and thus he can continue to educate us in the legend of werewolves, Selene the moon goddess and any other boogeyman he wants too.

Dodging a stray football flying down the corridor, I pull my mind from its rambling as I wade through the mass of bodies loitering around before first period, I try to go unnoticed but unlike normal, even with my music blasting I can hear the noise... Maybe my headphones are faulty?

"Heres the human, I can smell the stench of weakness before shes even close"

"Look at how shes dressed, does she not have any fashion sense, is it a human thing to wear clothes that look like shes walking in a tent"

"That hair....ugh the red colour... I want to shave her head so i never have to look at it"

"I bet shes hiding a nice body under that tent, Maybe I'll put a bag over her head and take her.... She might stop breathing but at least blue will add colour to her pale ass skin"

"Ugly"

"Weak"

"Slut"

My eyes start to sting as I walk by the group slinging insults my way, I know its me they are talking about as im the only one in this god forsaken place with red hair. Ive never heard people talking about me before, I glance up not intending to make eye contact with anyone but to make sure I've passed them, my feet falter when I see I'm alone in my little space, that the insults were coming from the group ahead of me, staring at them, I was confused, they were so far away that I shouldn't have heard them but I would know those voices anywhere, how though, how could I hear them. I walk forward, my pace quicken, almost running I pass them only slowing down when I've ran around the corner.

"Good one Crim, you handled that great" my conscience was always sarcastic, scolding myself I stop, taking a few deep breaths to center myself though my resolve is broken quickly

"That was weird, it was like she heard us"

"Shes never reacted before, Shes human we've always smelt her, no way can a human mind link"

"She's not pack, only the strong can force a connection to those who belong to other packs,even if she was a descendant of the moon, her smell is human, she is weak and holds no power"

Shaking my head I turn down the corridor, entering the classroom, I sit in my usual place at the far back of class, I feel uneasy if people are behind me. The bell rings as I'm putting my books on the table, the classroom door opens and in walks the group from before.

Luca strolls in first looking directly at me, his brown eyes a rich chocolate colour, golden hair that is always tied into a bun ontop his head, muscles that his clothes can't seem to contain, his face, well you'd think Michelangelo himself sculpted it, the stubble the only give away that he was living.

Luca tilted his head to the side, his eyes bore into me, one eyebrow raised.

As per usual Mia was clinging to his arm, her red pointed nails almost digging into his skin like she was gripping on for dear life incase he decided to shake her off. Her platinum hair tied in a high ponytail, not a strand out of place, she was pretty, pristine, almost clinical, her make up perfection, her body athletic, not too slim but not too big either, toned. Her clothes not a crease, the only fault was that her dull blue eyes were spaced too far apart, I recon I could fit my entire fist between them.

I glance down at my hand to confirm when I hear a snort of laughter covered by a series of coughs, I glance up to see Luca coughing into his hand, Mia is no longer dangling from his arm and standing there looking confused.

In walks Seth, Cas and Brit right beside him. The wannabes, Seth the wannabe Luca, has green eyes and mousey blond hair, tied in a bun just like Luca, his face is ok but has a splash of freckles, dimples when he smiles. He has muscles but not like Luca, seth looks like he works out at a gym where Luca probably gives the gym the workout. Cas and Brit the wannabe Mia's. I don't think they want to be her but rather where she is but thats unattainable so they cosy up to Seth in hopes Luca will notice them.

Luca is still staring. Mia notices and drags him to the seats at the back on the other side of the room. The wannabes trailing behind.