The Unveiling of the Hybrid

A Typical Friday

Star's Point of View: 

    I wake up to the sound of my alarm at 7am. Knowing that there won’t be any excitement this morning and that yesterday was my skip day, I start my usual routine. Slipping into a sports bra and some yoga capris, I grab a face towel and water bottle and head into my workout room. In the room I have a treadmill, yoga matts, yoga balls, dumbbells, barbells, hula hoops, jump ropes, punching bags, weights and more. I worked two part time jobs during most of my middle school and high school life allowing me to gradually build up my workout room. I start my 1 hour long routine. After my workout, I hop in the shower and shave. I change into a pair of athletic green camouflage girl shorts and a black tank top. I  blow dry my hair, put in my contacts and decide to go with my usual makeup look. I put on a thin line of black eyeliner on my upper lids with a thick black line on the lower lid, and give myself batwing eyes. Satisfied with my look I throw on some simple rhinestone stud earrings and call it a morning. I have three piercings on each ear. Two on the lower lobes and one on my upper lobe on each ear. 

    I give myself a quick glance in the mirror and  I am pleased with the outcome. I put a black hair tie on my wrist for future use. Looking at the kitchen clock, I notice there’s twenty five minutes left before my classes begin. Being, mostly carnivorous, I could easily go without a vegetarian meal this morning. So, I grab a bag of deer jerky, a bottle of water, and head out the door. I think to myself, I can just snack on this on my way to school. What a lovely win win and I’ll have enough to snack on throughout the rest of the day. Score. 

    Walking down the street, I nibble on my jerky happily. It’s breezy outside and feels to be about fifty degrees Fahrenheit but for me it’s quite comfortable. Bears, vampires, and wolves tend to easily overheat and prefer cooler temperatures. Walking on my own, I am able to make it to campus within ten minutes instead of fifteen. I walk up towards the entrance and see Fane at the picnic table. He appears to be very focused and is staring down at his phone. Hmmm, Fane’s not like Stacy. Maybe I can get away with scaring him, I contemplate to myself as I rub my hands together mischievously. 

    Time to conceal my presence. I walk a few feet away from the table towards a different direction and then conceal my presence. With complete focus I stealthily creep up behind Fane. His ears move a bit as if  he has heard me and is alarmed. I stop briefly and his eyes are still glued to his phone. Dammit, he seems to be expecting it now. Should I follow through or give up? I let out a sigh. “Well, you’re no fun and here I thought I would have the pleasure of scaring someone without being scolded,” I comment with disappointment. Fane turns around and smiles. “Ah, yes that is true. Unlike Stacy, I probably wouldn’t pout if you scared me but you would have to be able to scare me first,” Fane cockily replies. I respond with, “Pft, whatever. Party Pooper.” Fane chuckles.

    The scene from yesterday plays in my mind when Fane saw me without a shirt on through the window. Do I dare comment or do I ignore it? Commenting equals possible awkwardness and I already deplore most people, it would be a shame to have something so trivial mess with our friendship. Eh, ignore it, it is. “Ah, I see you’re having your inner dialogue again,” says Fane. I look at him questioningly. He chuckles and comments “I didn’t remember until last night, that most times you’re squinting it’s because you’re having a conversation with yourself. Which would explain your response to when Stacy confronted you of using me as eye candy yesterday.” 

    I say with amusement in my voice, “Is that so? Well someone must be full of themselves because I don’t recall the word eye candy being used at all.” Fane feigns hurt by over dramatically bringing his hands to his chest. “Ouch, you got me. Take mercy on me, Star,” he says. I chuckle, rather amused. “Yeah, yeah. Time to head to classes, Fane.” Walking down the halls we see the usual trio of Matthew, Puck, and Asmodeus. Puck and Matthew sigh, “Damn. No Stacy today.” I roll my eyes. Ah, those fools. Even though she humors them, her and I both know she only has her eyes set on one man.

    Despite their remarks they still gaze at me and give me a thorough look down. A sound has caught my attention. I c**k my head to the left as I turn around. Fane follows suit. Before us, I see it. Trevor running down the halls. Ugh, I forget Trevor’s classes start at the same time as mine on Fridays. Plus we have two classes together today. Why, life, why? I sigh and mutter in an exasperated tone, “Goddess, why do you do this to me?” 

    The trio all laugh hearing my remark and also because they are familiar with the interactions between Trevor and myself. Trevor’s about five feet eight inches tall, with white skin, blonde shoulder length hair and honey colored brown eyes. He’s on the short side for a prospective delta but he's slim and very toned. Unfortunately for him, I mostly think of him as a fly that one may swat at but just can’t get to go away. Knowing that he will be following me into my first class anyways, I decide to wait for him. He catches up to Fane and myself. “Fane, Trevor. Trevor, Fane,” I quickly introduce the two. Trevor extends his hand to Fane for a handshake to which Fane reluctantly returns. “Great, now I can finally head to class,” I think aloud. The observing trio laughs, knowing how much Trevor annoys me. 

    My first three classes seem to be fine other than Trevor sitting next to me and continually talking to me throughout the first period. Fane and I texted each other and it appears our lunches align everyday, so we decide to sit together during our lunch period. “So no Stacy today, huh?” asks Fane. “Nope. Classes canceled, professors at a conference. Staying at home to work on her thesis,” I respond while focused on my food. “So this Trevor dude. What’s his deal?” asks Fane. “Trevor is the second prospective delta to the Bloodlust clan and for some reason he is infatuated with me, despite my clear annoyance of his pestering,” I reply. Fane chuckles, “Yeah, anyone can see that you and him are a no-go. But still. I am quite impressed that he still has the courage to talk to you and interact like you're best friends when so many others clearly avoid you each day.” “Honestly, same,” I say in response. “Oh, does someone have a soft spot for Trevor?” Fane asks in a teasing manner. I roll my eyes and look at him. “It would appear that not only Stacy, but you too have quite the vivid imagination. I tolerate him because he is harmless and a classmate of which I happen to share some classes with,” I retort. 

    Fane puts his hands up in the air and says, “Alright, I surrender.” “What about you? Seen plenty of people ogling you. Any of them tickle your fancy?” I ask him in a mocking tone. He chuckles and answers, “Nope, got my eye on one gal but you know me. Underrealm is old school, we prefer to wait for our mates.” I sigh, “Yep.” Fane looks at me with concern, “Hey now, what’s with all the sighing?” I reply in a tired tone, “Life stinks. People annoy me and I have a bunch of buzzing little flies that don’t quite get the hint to leave me alone.” Fane chuckles. “Flies, eh? You talking about all those suitors of yours?” he asks. “Yeah, whatever, if that’s what people are calling them,” I respond. He laughs loudly and says, “You’ve changed quite a bit. That fuse of yours seems to have gotten shorter.” “Or moreso, I just started caring less. Being alone is better, easier. Just having unwanted interactions with people is draining. I’d much rather go about my day with silence,” I respond nonchalantly . He’s stopped laughing and looks at me with curiosity. “Huh. Well, isn’t that peculiar?” Fane thinks aloud. “Whatever, Imma head back to class. See you tomorrow,” I say as I leave the cafe and go to my next class. 

    My last class of the day is metalworking in which I have a backup long sleeve denim jacket, denim pants, and boots in my art locker by the studio so I can work safely and comfortably. It’s for this class that I also use my hair tie to put my hair up in a bun while I wear the face protective masks. Trevor also happens to be in this class, which to be honest, I really don’t mind. Despite my annoyance with everything Trevor does, he’s very talented when it comes to metalworking and we work rather well together on collaborative projects for this class. I believe this is probably the biggest reason as to why he continues to pursue me. The class goes smoothly and I’m done with college for the day. Thankfully, I also have no classes on the weekend. Like most students, I try to avoid signing up for weekend classes if possible.