His Human Luna

2. Scarlet

Scarlet

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

My alarm is blaring, which means it’s 5:45AM, and I want to throw it. I have a chemistry test today and I don’t feel prepared at all. Mr. Hudson is such a hard teacher to deal with, I can barely understand half of his lessons. Oh well, time to get ready.

I throw myself up out of bed and walk into the bathroom, brush my freshly dyed hair and teeth, and say f**k it to putting on makeup today. I recently dyed my hair half red and half black, and although it looks amazing it is such a pain in the ass to take care of it. I put on a band t-shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a gray hoodie, and my combat boots and head downstairs to eat breakfast. Cereal, of course. Maybe eggs if we have any left, since my twin brother, Tyler, likes to eat all of them.

I managed to make scrambled eggs and toast and had a glass of apple juice before running out to catch the bus. I put in my headphones, listen to music, and study some more on the 30-minute ride. Tyler drives but refuses to drive me because he “can’t be seen with his baby sister.” He is older by literally 51 seconds. When I get off the bus at school, he’s waiting at the main entrance for me. I shove his shoulder as I walk in. We’re both seniors, in different classes since we’re twins. He’s my best friend even though he can be annoying as hell sometimes. He walks with me to my class every morning, and today he brought my favorite drink - hot chocolate with extra chocolate syrup and whipped cream.

“I figure it can help you at least attempt to relax before your test, even though I know it won’t do much,” he says with a smile.

“Thanks, dick.” I smile and take it from him, laughing at his ridiculously exaggerated fake frown. He always knows how to cheer me up.

“So… you know our 18th is in a week,” he says, and I already know where he’s going with it.

“Nope. Not attending any party. Throw one if you must, I am NOT going to be part of it.”

“Come on, pleeeeease?” He does a fake pout, and I just laugh.

“Absolutely not.” I get saved by the bell, literally, as the bell signaling the first period is about to begin goes off before he can reply, leaving me with 3 minutes to get to class. Why, god, why must chem be my first class!? I get into the room and everyone is talking about the test, waiting for Mr. Hudson to get here. I am glad I’m not the only one terrified, but no one looks as scared as Elliot Harris, who looks like a goddamn zombie.

“I didn’t know wolves were undead now,” I say to him as I pass by to get to my seat. He doesn’t even respond with words, just groans and I laugh. He’s a future alpha of a local pack, so I can only imagine how exhausted he is. We talk sometimes, but not a lot. He’s pretty popular, and I like to stick to myself. In comes Mr. Hudson, and it’s time for my demise.

* * *

That. Was. Terrible. I can only pray to whatever holy beings exist that I get a 65. At least I’m not the only one. I go through my next four classes before going to my lunch period, which I thankfully share with Tyler. I walk in and see him waiting for me at our usual table.

“That bad, huh?” he asks

“You have no idea. How the f**k do you understand any of it? How do you possibly have an 87 in this class?”

I cannot wait to go home today. That test sucked, my brother finally drove me home but decided to brake check me, and I have way too much homework. I hate school.