Warren
It’s finally the end of the first week back at school since winter break. I got spoiled with doing what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it, and am not happy being locked back into a schedule. On top of it, I don’t have any classes with Nicole. I only get to see her at lunch now and the few times a day at my locker in between classes.
By the time classes end and it’s time to go home, I am a complete grump. I walk out of the school in a huff and go stand next to my car. My arms are crossed across my chest as I glare at the doors waiting for her to walk out.
Nicole walks out the door, bundled like a snowman. While I continue to rock a thin jacket. She never fails to remind me that I need to wear something thicker, and I never fail to remind her that we are werewolves in midwest
