Suddenly I Knew

Chapter Four.

When I was woken up by my alarm clock, I felt like I hadn’t slept at all. The dream I had last night had returned, and suddenly it was not one wolf but two. It’s like my subconscious is trying to tell me something. But before I could think further about it, I forgot what I was thinking about. While I was trying to remember, I got up and walked to the bathroom to turn on the shower so it could warm up while I grabbed some clothes. I walked to my walk-in closet and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, an off-shoulder shirt, socks, and underwear—nice and simple, with nobody to impress. Sometimes it’s so nice to be a nobody. When I had everything I needed, I put my hair in a messy bun so it wouldn’t get wet while I was in the shower. When I was done in the shower, I put on my underwear and clothes. Then suddenly, I heard a whisper: "Put your hair in a high ponytail." Or maybe I shouldn’t call it a whisper, but more of a gut feeling or something. It did help me come up with this great hair idea, so maybe I am going crazy, but I look good doing it. When I finally had my hair in the middle with no bumps or stray hairs out of place, I was happy with how it looked. I sprayed so much hairspray on it that it wouldn’t move even in a hurricane—which is good because this look is smoking hot. Now only my makeup and lips remained, and I’d be done for the day. But my eyes are ice blue, so what makeup would go with that, I thought to myself. Then it hit me—a grey smokey eye look, which would look amazing with my eyes, and blood-red lips, because why not? Today is my last day as a 17-year-old, so I might as well make the best of it. When I was done with my makeup, I walked downstairs, surprised that my mom hadn’t come home and that I didn’t see a note or anything. Maybe she fell asleep in her office at work, which does happen sometimes. I also realized I hadn’t talked to Rose since we went our separate ways.

I walked into the kitchen, made myself some breakfast, and scrolled on my phone, checking i********: and liking and commenting on the stuff I had been tagged in. Then I got a notification that someone new was following me. I sighed when I saw who it was and noticed a message in my inbox. I opened the chat and read the message, which said, "Good morning, sweetheart," probably from Caleb. Another message said, "Good morning, Violette," from Damian. With those messages, I knew today was going to be like yesterday—which I didn’t want—because they had always ignored me. So why now? And, thanks to i********:, they now knew I’d read their messages. I decided I didn’t need them in my life, because if it were up to me, I’d go back to being ignored just fine. In the meantime, I was done with breakfast, so I put my plate in the sink and went to put on my shoes and jacket. Then I heard a whisper reminding me I’d forgotten my earphones. I ran back upstairs to get them. Once I had them, I plugged them into my phone, put them in my ears, and turned on my music. After checking that all the doors were closed, I walked outside to my bike—only to find out I had a flat tire. I guess I was walking today. Well, it could always be worse. This could have happened tomorrow, on my birthday. Then I would’ve cried, but today I just needed to hurry to be on time. On my way to school, nothing special happened. But as soon as I reached school, things went south. When I tried to walk inside, someone grabbed my arm and spun me around to face them.

"Take your hands off me!" I snapped.

"I really should call you something else," he said. "Because ‘sweetheart’ won’t do. You’re like fire. Maybe a little spitfire." Of course, it was one of the twins. Only they grab people like that—and nearly give them a heart attack. I turned to face Caleb. "It isn’t very gentlemanly to grab someone by the arm like that, you know," I said with sass, before turning back to walk to my locker to get the books I needed for the day. When I reached my locker, I felt someone behind me. Without even looking, I knew it was Caleb. This was getting very annoying. As I opened my locker, I still felt his eyes on me. Sighing, I turned to face him.

"What do you want from me? I thought I made myself pretty clear yesterday when I said I don’t want anything to do with you guys," I said.

"What I want is to get to know you better," Caleb replied. "And yes, I know you said you didn’t want to talk to us, but soon things will make much more sense than they do now. That, I can promise you." Frowning at his words, I said nothing and walked away, as my lesson was about to start. When I walked into the classroom, I had the unsettling feeling that everyone was staring at me. Then, when I turned around, I found myself face-to-face with Damian instead of Caleb—a surprise, but somehow not entirely unexpected. I turned back, walked to my seat, and started unpacking my bag, ignoring everyone, including Damian, who was now sitting beside me. The twins simply didn’t get the hint. Feel my sarcasm? Good. I hate being the center of attention; it always ends badly. That’s why I try to keep a low profile, though it’s easier said than done when those twins won’t leave me alone. When the teacher walked in and saw Damian in her classroom, she shrugged and began the lesson. Then it hit me: Damian and I don’t share this class. So what on earth was he doing here? I couldn’t ask him directly because that would mean talking to him, which I didn’t want to do. But I’m a curious person. I needed to know. While I debated this in my head, I noticed a note on my desk with my name on it. Frowning, I opened it, and, despite myself, a small smile appeared on my face. Of course, he noticed I was lost in thought.

The note read:

"First of all, don’t frown too much, or you’ll get wrinkles. Secondly, I’m in this class because we want to get to know you, like we said."

I wrote back:

"Why now? What’s changed in the last week that suddenly you and your brother are so interested in me?" I passed the note back. When Damian read it, I could feel his eyes on me as I tried to focus on what the teacher was saying. Before the bell rang, I received another note. By the time the class ended, I saw Damian waiting for me with that same calm expression. Gathering my things, I walked toward him. To my surprise, he took my bag and carried it for me.

"What class do you have next?" I asked.

"I have Miss Roberts, but you and Caleb have Mr. Smith."

"Is this going to be a new thing?"

"What’s going to be a new thing?"

"At least one of you guys being in my classes?"

"You figured that out quickly," Damian said, clearly having the last word. At that moment, Caleb appeared, walking toward us. Watching the two of them together, I couldn’t help but think they were sculpted by the gods. The gods had favorites. Then again, that annoying voice in my head made itself known once more, saying:

"They sure are made by some gods, because damn. And with how big they are, imagine what’s between their legs." I almost screamed at the voice.

"Why would you think that?"

"First, you don’t have to yell. I can hear you just fine. Second, because they look delicious."