Everyone was already in their seats when I finally walked into Were history, but Mr. Dawson had yet to arrive. The people in the room looked so much younger than the seniors, but that made it that much more apparent that I didn’t belong. Having another incident was not an option. Ever. I made myself take a deep breath and then searched the room for an empty seat.
Guilt weighed heavy on my shoulders. Meredith really had made facing class easier, and I paid her back by being a raging b***h. I promised myself I’d apologize as soon as I saw her.
For now, I had to sit down. I spotted a space behind a guy with scraggly brown hair.
He twisted in his chair as I walked by. “What was it like being bitten?”
I paused for the punch line. He had to be kidding with this. “Are you seriously asking me?
