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With the towel wrapped around me, I sit down on the bench waiting until everyone gets out of the locker room. The swimming pool area was almost empty except for the lingering crowd that included Bryce and his group of friends. I avoid looking towards that area but I keep feeling a pair of eyes on me.
I reach up to the head piece that I had on and take it off. My curls fall over my shoulder and down to my back until they reach the middle of my back. Only the front part of my hair is wet from the water but everything else is dry. I look down at one of my curls and notice the bronze and dark color that adorn my hair. I decided to do some highlights to make the curl definition stand out more.
I feel someone sit next to me and extend in front of me a bottle of water. I take it in my hands as I look at the person.
"Bryce?" I look around and only notice one of the guys from his group of friends standing on the other side of the pool.
"How are you feeling?" He says in a husky voice. I shrug and look out at the swimming pool.
"Fine, I guess."
"Everyone noticed what happened so don't worry."
I nod and look down at the water he gave me. "What are you doing here?"
He chuckles. "I can't check on my friend especially on her birthday."
"I didn't know I was considered that." I say bitterly.
He sighs and captures my hand in his. "I'm sorry."
"I just can't get used to the way you switch, Bryce. I understand but it hurts when all I want is to be next to you." I think about what I said and correct myself as I get up. "I-I mean as a friend, of course."
"I understand but, please, bear with me." He says softly as he reaches over and puts one of my curls behind my ear and, then, kisses my forehead. "I'll see you tonight." He whispers.
I look up into his blue eyes as he looks back into my brown ones. He smiles at me before turning his back towards me and walking to his friend. I stand there with the towel over my shoulder looking at him.
At the same time that Bryce reaches his friend, Jazzily walks out of the locker room with her clique. She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him. I look away as I feel the anger coursing through my body.
I walk to the trash can and throw the water he gave me into it. I turn around and start walking towards the locker room as he leaves along with his friends.
Going into the locker room, I take a quick shower and, then, change into my clothes. I put my wet swimsuit into a small bag and put it in my school bag so I could wash it once I get home. I grab my backpack from my locker and put the strap over my shoulder. I push my hair to one side and walk out the locker room. It was so quiet, just how I like it.
However, my brain had other plans for me as it reminded me of the conversation Jazzily and Georgia had in the locker room.
"She won't be much of a bother after a while. Did you hear what her mom-"
What can my mom have done? This question kept repeating itself again and again in my head. I did not realize the person that had blocked my way so I just bumped into them.
"I'm sorry." I looked up at the person and my breath hitch in my throat. Dark brown eyes stared back at mine with a playful twinkle to them. He had dark dreadlocks in a pony tail that accentuated his features.
"Peyton, right?" I blink a few times puzzled at the fact that he knew my name. "uh, yeah?"
My eyes wandered up to his playful looking eyes. "Nice to meet you, sweetheart."
I frowned at what he called me. "Who are you?"
"The name doesn't matter for now but trust me you'll be seeing a lot of me around. You will even be able to stare more." He winks at me and walks away.
I felt heat traveling up my neck until it reaches my cheeks.
"Okayy." I say and let out a nervous breath through my parted lips. I walk to the main doors of the school to head home seeing as I was done for the day. As I walk out the door, I hear a high pitch scream next to me causing me to scream as well in fear of what was coming. I hold my hand to my chest as I hear the laugh of my best friend. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun. Her big blue eyes flickered with amusement.
"You should've seen your face!"
I roll my eyes and chuckle. "Good one, Marilyn, good one just wait 'til I get you back."
We both start walking to where my car is.
"I scared you, didn't I?" She smiles at me and I could not help but return it.
Marilyn is the only upper class werewolf that talks to me. We have known each other since pup days since her family also chose to live away from the pack house. Well, only her father, who was mostly busy. It was a complicated story that Marilyn has yet to tell me about.
"Happy Birthday, you sexy beast." I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Thanks" I didn't know what else to say. Thank you for reminding me I am getting old? Yeah, that would not be the proper way to answer that question.
"So, have you heard her at all?" We walk out of the school together. I shake my head slowly. "That's weird. Most werewolves feel their wolf right at eighteen."
"I know but I guess it's not happening for me. I'm probably a latent werewolf."
"Don't say that. You may just be a late bloomer. Kari agrees with me."
"I'm so jealous of you right now. At least, you have her to confide in. Then, it will be your mate."
She chuckles and pats my back. "Don't worry. Give time to time."
I nod at her and, then, chew the inside of my cheek nervously. We all know I am not the most patient person here.
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