The Devil's PlayGround

Brie

*Brie POV*

My name is Brie Spicer. I’m a seventeen-year-old senior at Sheridan High School in Sheridan, Oregon. I’m the daughter of the late Alpha Hunter Spicer, and the sister of the current Alpha, Blaze Spicer. He is also the president of the motorcycle club. As amazing as that sounds, it’s not. It’s actually a nightmare.

I was homeschooled up until my sophomore year in high school. The same year my dad died.

Going into a public human school had its challenges. I didn’t fit in anywhere really. I was one of maybe four wolves that attended the school, and wasn’t the popular type.

I was a nerd by most standards. I’ve never had anything below an A. I made the National Honor Society when I was a freshman. I didn’t look like your stereotypical teenager either.

My age said seventeen, but my face and body screamed young adult. That’s why my brother hated it when I wore skirts, tight shirts or leggings.

I didn’t play sports, and I sure as hell wasn’t the cheerleader type. I was actually tormented on a regular basis by those bitches. So, other than the few friends I currently have, I pretty much keep to myself.

“Brie, hold up,” Heather called out. Heather Williams, the closest thing I had to a best friend. Even if I didn’t want her to be. She was the complete opposite of me, but I guess that’s what made us so compatible. Even though she was human, she knew all about us

wolves.

“I’m running late, Heather. What is it?” I asked.

“There’s a rumor going around. It involves you. Rumor has it that Erik Green has a huge crush on you, and wants to ask you to the graduation dance,” she said. I scoffed at her revelation, and started to walk away.

“Too bad for him that my brother would as much as cut off his nuts if he even attempted to ask me to any dance. Everyone in the school knows that Blaze won’t let me date. So he can save his breath if it’s true,” I replied with a giggle.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother. I just hate how domineering he can be. He’s honestly more overprotective than my dad ever was.

As we stood there laughing about what she had just said, I heard Tawny Shafer and her band of assholes coming down the hall. It was too late for me to escape into class, so I didn’t even try. I would deal with her head on, and get it over with.

“Aw, look who it is, Brie and her weird little troll. What’s so funny ladies? Don’t keep us in the dark,” she said.

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I didn’t want to interact, and it was honestly none of her business. However, I opened my mouth anyway.

“If I wanted you to know, I would have involved you in the conversation, but I didn’t. So f**k off, Tawny,” I replied. I turned to walk away, and she wasn’t having any of it.

As I started to walk away, she and Ginger Richmond stepped in front of me and knocked my bag out of my hands. She began to taunt me, and called me out of my name. She wanted me to fight her, and I wasn’t doing it. I was almost out of here, and I wasn’t going to let her get me kicked out of school when I was so close.

“Ever since you came to this school, you have been a thorn in my side, like a fungus that just won't go away. You think that you are better than us because of who your brother is. I got news for you. I’m not afraid of the big bad biker,” she sneered.

Heather tried to get me to walk away, but the more Tawny taunted me, the more I wanted to rip her hair out. She was lucky that I didn’t have my wolf yet, and that I couldn’t reveal what I really was in a human school. Otherwise, she would be dead right now.

Eventually, I had to walk away. I couldn’t give in to the fight. I walked around my bullies to go to class, and Heather followed me. It was the class I hated the most, and couldn’t wait for it to start so it could end.

Chemistry was incredibly uncomfortable. Those who saw what happened in the hallway whispered to each other. Those who didn't want to know what happened. Most of all, Erik Green kept staring at me from across the room.

When Mrs. Lewis told us we were joining other tables for some group project, I cringed and prayed that she didn't pair us up with some jerks. When she sent us to Erik's table, I groaned.

It's not that I didn't like Erik or the other people at his table, because they weren't that bad. Erik was only a jerk around his sports friends.

We were supposed to be watching the others perform the experiments before it was our turn, but instead, he kept talking to me, causing a distraction.

“Brie, did you get the notes from old man Franks' class? I got stuck in a meeting with the coach this morning, and missed the class,” he whispered. I rolled my eyes at him and did my best to ignore him. However, that wasn’t in the cards. He asked me again two more times before I finally answered.

“Yes. I have them, and no, I’m not giving them to you. It’s not my fault that you choose sports over your education,” I said.

“Come on, Brie. If I fail finals, I’ll have to go to summer school, and I’ll lose my scholarship. Not everyone is loaded like you. I need that grant. Please, help me out here,” he begged.

His shaggy blonde hair looked very fluffy today, and it made him look adorable. The truth was, Erik had always been pretty nice to me. He wasn’t the arrogant asshole that he pretended to be when he was with his football or basketball buddies.

“Fine. I’ll type them out and send them to you on socials later. You owe me one,” I said quietly.

I saw him relax, and shook my head. I wasn’t lying when I said that he needed to worry more about his education than sports, but when he explained that he needed his scholarship, it showed me that he was more worried about it than I had thought.

After the bell rang, I grabbed my bag, shoved my notes inside, and left class. As soon as I walked out of the door, I was attacked from behind.

I started to be punched in the head and torso repeatedly by more than one person, a dull, lingering pain shot through every part of my body. I had a feeling I knew who it was, and I tried to roll onto my back so that I could fight back. I couldn’t.

I was able to get my arms around my head to protect me from the blows. It didn’t go on for much longer, because Erik slammed open the classroom door and charged over, shoving one girl back hard enough that she stumbled.

“Back off!” he snarled, his voice low and sharp with barely contained rage. I saw Tawny, and the other two run away in a hurry, and Erik stood there, the broad shoulders tensing like a shield.

He then knelt down, brows furrowed into a tight knot. “Are you okay?” His fingers brushed gently against my cheek, but I just wanted to be left alone. Especially by him. If Tawny saw him showing me any kind of concern, it would make things so much worse.

“I’m fine, Erik. Just please, LEAVE, ME, ALONE. I don’t know if you should be helping me. You will only bring me and you more trouble. I’m just trying to get through this damned school year so I can move on with my life.” My voice trembled, but I tried my best to keep it cold.

He didn’t listen. He continued attempting to help me, and gave me his hand to help me up. He then walked me to the principal’s office so that I could make my statement, and be checked out by the nurse.

“You can be mad, Brie. I’m still helping you. You just got jumped by three girls. I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself,” he insisted, but his mood was visibly down.

I don’t want to hurt him, but his attention to me has really caused me trouble. After coming to this school, I wanted to get better at socializing, but I totally failed. At first, I had no issues with Tawny or the cheer squad. But after a guy she liked asked me out, it’s been like hell ever since.