Running With Wolves

I was running, running with...wolves? I was in a wooded area, not like most. There were about 11 wolves and I looked down to see paws, apparently I was the 12th wolf. I woke up Sometimes I have dreams of the future and sometimes I have dreams that mean nothing. This one must have meant nothing, my future dreams are of people, typically people at school, but this year I moved schools... today was my first day. I was starting at the school in the middle of the school year! I was really nervous but also really excited at the fact that I get a "do-over". I was an outcast at my old school. I am really self conscious. I would get bullied all the time, people would beat me up. they would even steal my lunch money..which was super cliche. My alarm wasn't supposed to go off for another half hour but honestly, I didn't mind waking up early today, I wanted to make a good impression. I decided to actually wear makeup today. I put on a thin layer of foundation, some mascara and eyeliner and a waterproof lip stain lip gloss. I grabbed the 20$ off the counter that my mom left for me for lunch and stuck it in the wallet that was in my back pocket. I read the whiteboard on the fridge to see where she was this time. "Went out to the club while you were asleep, I probably won't be back when you wake up. The money is on the counter, have a good day!". I let out a sigh of disappointment, "at least she knew that she wasn't gonna be back in time, and that she told me so i don't worry” i said to myself. Ever since my dad died, my mom has been all over the place, mentally and physically. It's not a surprise that she isn't here. “New town, New men! Am i right ladies?” i said in my head as I laughed silently. I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder, grabbed my house key, locked the door, and left for school. I had to walk because we didn't have much money which meant I didn't have a car. “I'm gonna have to find a job soon” I thought. Once i got to school i saw a couple of guys and girls staring at me. “Isn't that the new girl?" one of the girls asked. “Yeah, i think so” another girl responded while letting out a slight laugh. A couple of guys whistled at me and shouted a couple of cat calls, some in Spanish and some in English. I knew Spanish because I am Hispanic, I am fluent in Spanish. Some guys shouted stuff like “niña te ves bien hoy!”(girl you look good today!) And some guys shouted stuff like “damn girl, can I get a piece of dat’ ass!?” I shouted back in Spanish to the Hispanic guys “lo siento, no mi tipo”(i'm sorry, not my type) as I laughed “what, you like white guys or something?” One of the guys shouted back “I never said that” I responded while winking “y nunca dije que cada uno de ustedes no era mi tipo”(i never said all you you werent my type) I responded and I saw the majority of the guys blush. As soon as I walked in the building and was out of sight I leaned against the wall with the biggest smile on face. I’ve never been cat called before. What I said was true though, I did like Hispanic guys, and one of them stood out to me, the guy who asked if I liked white guys. I laughed at myself. “I'm literally so cringy” I said to myself. All of a sudden the 8 guys that were cat calling me turned the corner to where I was. “Hola chica” the guy that I liked said “can I help you?” I said letting out a slight laugh. I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a crush on anybody. Everyone at my old school were jerks. In the movies playing hard to get usually works so why not try it. I laughed “¿Que es tan gracioso?”(what's so funny?) The cute one asked “I just thought of something funny” I responded as I laughed again. “We wanted to introduce ourselves since you're new here” one of the white guys' said “okay, go ahead” I said as I had my back against the locker behind me with my arms crossed. “Well, I'm Alex” the white guy said “that's is a white ass name” I said. The rest of his group laughed and he got angry “oh yeah, then what's your name?!” He asked sternly. “I'm belleza” I said “well that's weird as f**k!” He said and I got angry and walked over to him and pushed him against the locker “I was named after my great grandmother who was the most beautiful and kind women you could ever meet so if you don't take that back right the f**k now then I will slap the white off of you and onto him!” I said with force while pointing at one of the annoying Hispanic guys that wasn't my type. “I- I take it back” the guy said “you have some nerve acting like that in front of me of all people” I said gritting my teeth. I then ended up grabbing the collar of his shirt “And obviously you didn't know this but catcalling is actually quite rude and the only reason I'm okay with it is for one of those guys over there but when I said not all of you were my type you were one of the people that aren't, now I would appreciate it if you got out of my sight before I kick you in the d**k and I'm sure every centimeter of that 1 inch pincher hopes I don't." I said. I proceeded to let go of his shirt and watch him scramble his way down and out of the hallway. I then went back to where I was standing “so now you know that I don't like white guys, I will let you figure it out who I like on your own, and would you like to finish introducing yourselves?” I said with a grin on my face. Every guy except for the one I liked had a look of fear in their eyes with their jaws dropped. “Close your mouths before flies get in” I said letting out a small laugh at the end. They all closed their mouths. “I'm Marcus” the cute one said “I like that name, white name on a Hispanic guy, kinda cool” I said “thanks?” He questioned and we both laughed. “Well, I think your name fits you perfectly” he said and I blushed. “Thanks” I said looking at my feet “we are gonna go now” one of the many white guys said “I'm fine with that” I responded as Marcus and I laughed. “Anyway, behind me is Alejandro, to my right is josé, and to my left is Armando” he said pointing them when he identified them “nice, I think it is funny how out of all 8 of your friends, only one is my type” I said. “Well, what is your type?” Marcus asked “I like tall guys, dark hair, brown eyes, strong, Hispanic, and no more than 2 years older than me but is not aloud to be younger.” “Well how old are you?” Alejandro asked “17” I said and Armando and Alejandro both said “s**t” under their breath” they filled in every category accept the age. “I guess that leaves Marcus and jose” I said “you will have to figure out which one” I shouted back as I walked to the guidance office for my locker number, code, and class schedule. I got a little lost looking for the guidance office and ended up bumping into someone as I was staring at a map with other papers in my hands. I dropped everything. “oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!” I said frantically picking up the papers without looking to see who it was and then I heard a familiar voice say “it's okay, let me help you” it was Marcus, he then bent down and picked up all the papers that I hadn't already grabbed then he stood up and held out a hand to help me up, I took his hand and in one fell sweep I was back on my feet, he was super strong… Abnormally strong. “Oh… uh thanks” I said staring at the ground to hide my face, I refused to let him see me blush. “no problem.” He said smiling. “why won't you look at me hermoso” he said as he gently lifted my chin and i blushed even harder. “Oh, you just don’t want me to see you blushing” i pulled my head away “so i’m assuming i’m the one that is your type?” he said “me niego a responder eso”(i refuse to answer that) i said letting out a small chuckle. I swung my backpack over my shoulder, took my papers from marcus, and began once again scrambling to find the guidance office. Marcus ran up behind me which initially scared the s**t out of me “what do you want” i asked annoyed that he scared me “well i was gonna offer you help finding the guidance office seeing that you are on the wrong side of the school but if you wanna snap at me then i guess i will leave” he said and i laughed “i don’t need your help especially since you just gave me a huge hint and there are a couple of cute guys over there that probably know where to go” I said pointing at another group of Hispanic guys that were a little cute but I would never be with. I watched as Marcus’s eyes turned an amber color. Something is off about him and I’m gonna find out. He gritted his teeth “what, are you jealous or something?” I questioned and he tried to play it off “no, why would I be jealous?” He asked and I laughed “No lo sé, me lo dices.”(i dont know, you tell me)  I said as I began to walked away in the opposite direction of where I was before. “I’m gonna help you” He said as he ran over, swung me over on his back and began running to the guidance office “This is more like kidnapping than helping” I said and he laughed. In less than 2 minutes we were at the guidance office. He held the door for me “you’re very polite for a kidnapper” I said as I walked through the door. “Good morning mr. Mendez, why did you get sent here this time” the lady at the desk said and I couldn’t help but laugh “Why I didn’t do anything this time Mrs. Levetan” Marcus responded in a smartass tone. “She doesn’t like me very much” he loudly whispered so that she could hear. I shook my head in sarcastic disappointment. “I’m new here and hoping to get my schedule” I said as I walked up to the counter “name?” The girl said “Belleza Mariana Garcia” I said proudly “yes… here it is” she said and after about a minute I heard the printer start. “Go grab it, it has all your information” she said “thank you” I responded as I grabbed the paper and left. All of my text books were in class books. “Can I see your schedule” Marcus asked and I teasingly said “nope, kidnappers don’t get to read schedules” I said laughing and he was much taller than me so he was able to just lean over and grab it “you’re lucky” he said “why?” “ you have every class with me including lunch” he said “god dammit!” I said jokingly stomping my foot. “But our lockers are in completely different area, but let me show you where yours is” “nope, not gonna happen” I said snatching my paper back and of course he once again swung me over his shoulder and onto his back and ran to a random hallway filled with lockers. “Your locker is right… here!” He said pointing. He put me down, turned around and then to the second row of lockers on the opposite side of the hall “and here is mine!” He said and I face palmed “what. The. Hell.” I said with dramatic pauses in between each word. “Are you mad or something?” he questioned “yeah, just the slightest bit” i responded. I heard the first bell ring. “Well, time for class” marcus said as he once again ran over and swung me over his back. “What the hell man” i said laughing as he ran. Once he set me down i said “you’re different Marcus, I’m gonna figure you out” “what makes me different?” He questioned with a shaky nervous tone. “I guess I will have to figure that out on my own, I’m definitely different so if you can guess EXACTLY why I’m different then I will let you know that you are correct but if you’re wrong then I’m just gonna say no” I said “what, do you have like special powers or something” he said sarcastically “maybe” I winked and walked into the classroom. I walked straight up to the teacher “hi, i'm new, where do i sit” I said. “Belleza right?” she questioned while looking at a piece of paper attached to a clipboard “well, looks like the only available seat is next to… isabella over there” she said pointing to a girl reading a book in a far back corner who also looked to be hispanic. I walked over and sat my backpack down next to her. “Hi, i’m Belleza” i said, she didn’t respond. “That’s my sister, she’s deaf but she can read lips so she doesn’t have an interpreter” i heard marcus say. I nodded my head and tapped isabella on the shoulder and she looked over to me “hi, im new here” i said and signed at the same time. A huge smile got on her face. She began signing back “hi, i'm Isabella.” a smiled “my name is belleza and im 16” i signed “im 16 as well, i think we are gonna be pretty good friends” she signed back. I smiled, nodded my head, then pointed up front because the teacher began talking. I looked behind me to see marcus with his jaw dropped “you know sign language!” he whisper shouted “yes, do you?” i questioned “of course, my sister is deaf” he signed and i smiled “secret conversations?” i questioned aloud “secret conversations” he repeated to show that he agreed.