Two weeks 'Til Prom

As I waited by the double doors to the entry of the school I saw Karter's beat-up old red truck his grandfather left him. As he drove in and headed to where I was standing I caught the ending of his conversation. "Mom, Jayla is all over me. No, I can't, I won't. Because I am, Bye Mom," He quickly hung up the phone and stuffed it into his jean pocket as he noticed me standing uneasy. "Good morning, Euphemia," He grinned, that smile could make any girl weak in the knees and it did.

"Phemie," I said quietly, barely intelligible unless you had wolf ears.

"Pardon?" He asked, even though I know he could hear. He rounded a car and made his way to my side extending his arm for me to take.

"You can call me Phemie," I managed to choke out, staring at his arm and then back up into those lovely dark brown eyes.

"Sure, Phemie, this is the part where you take my arm, and we walk into school together. Don't worry, I won't bite... hard," He winked as he took my hand, draped it over his arm and we both headed through the doors into the field of sweat, hormones, and teen angst, otherwise known as high school. Thank Goddess I was graduating in a month, I am so ready to move on from high school. Even though I'm still unsure if I want to start college right away or take a year's sabbatical. Just as my head was beginning to rush from the mere touch of my long-time crush, I finally blocked out the ringing in my ears to the absolute ringing of the chatter of students. "Hey, don't worry. You've got quite the grip on you," Karter bent down close to my ear, brushing against my long curly golden locks.

"Sorry," I loosened my hold as I spotted Evelyn and Camilla waiting by our lockers. "My friends are just there."

"So, since we didn't get a chance to really talk this morning, do you mind if we sit at lunch together?" He asked as we got to my locker. I nodded my head and watched him walk off.  

"Oh, my, girl!" Evelyn squealed as she squeezed my arm. "When did this happen? Are you now together? What is happening?"

"Evelyn, calm it! We fell asleep before we could call you," Cami snapped as she popped her gum and rolled her dark brown eyes.

"Wait, you knew?" Evelyn whined as she turned around to face Camilla.

"Ladies, the bell rings in 3...2...1..." Mr. Cuttingham announced just like he did every day before. His short black hair had crept out from the sides of his fedora, as he wiped down the wrinkles on his button-down shirt.

"Okay, I have to say, I am so ready to be done with school," Camilla spoke between sighs. "Who are you going to prom with?" She asked Evelyn as we headed to our next class.

"Jesse Owens asked," Evelyn shrugged her shoulders, as we were greeted by the teacher, Mrs. Brooks.

"The nerd?" Camilla gawked as she slammed her dark purple binder down on the desk.

Evelyn shrugged again as she sat next to me, "He's not a nerd, he's just graduating a year early. Plus, I really like his hazel eyes,"

"Leave her alone, Cami, besides have you gotten Principal Rhoads to agree to have your mate come to Prom?" I asked raising my freshly done blonde eyebrows in her direction.

"Yes, and he said I'm lucky that we are mates, or he wouldn't allow it," She said taking out her purse and searching for her ruby red lip gloss that complimented her honey-toned skin. Maximiliano Fernandez is Camilla's mate, they found each other two years ago. Unfortunately, according to everyone else, he is twenty-three, which is a five-year age gap between them. Everyone except them, Evelyn and I. As we headed to three more classes it was finally time for lunch, and my nerves were so bad. How is it that my crush, everyone's crush, Mr. Football, track star, and future alpha of the Moon Light Pack ask to know me more?

"Phemie," Karter waved as he jogged over. He was still sweaty from running track in gym class, his dirty blonde hair matted to his temples and his face had a tinge of pink. "Hey, how are you?" He asked as he sat backward on the bench next to me.

"I'm okay," I forced a smile and tried my hardest not to breathe in his intoxicating scent of sandalwood. 

"That's good, I wanted to officially ask you to prom," He smirked leaning his elbows on the table. "Will you go to prom with me?"

"Of course," I yipped just as Camilla pinched me to get me out of this trance he somehow put me under.

"Karter!" Yelled an all too familiar voice coming from across the cafeteria. The voice of Jayla Stewert, Ms. Popular, cheerleader, and swim team captain herself. The voice of the platinum blonde bombshell that tortured me throughout middle school. Her high ponytail bounced as she made her way to my table, her heels clicking with every step she took. "Sweetheart, can I talk to you?" She spoke in an annoying baby voice before eyeing me up and down.

"Jayla," He started as he turned his head looking up at her. "I'm not getting up, I literally just sat down,"

"What?" She looked at him in confusion. "Fine, whatever. I umm... wanted to ask, you know stepping up, rocking the feminist way," She awkwardly giggled as she swayed her hips. "So, Karter, will you go to prom with me?"

"Oh, you know Jayla you're a little late because I already asked Phemie," He smiled widely as he pointed in my direction. Unfortunately, for me, I had just taken a huge bite of my double cheeseburger and had ketchup on the side of my mouth. I smiled as best as I could turning to face this now angry queen bee. Karter took the opportunity to wipe my mouth with his thumb, which prompted this screech to come from Jayla's mouth, which had remained closed. "You can get pretty messy," He teased as he sucked his thumb. "I like it," The bell rang and he disappeared into the crowd, my heart stopped for a moment still unsure if I was in a dream.

"So, are we just not going to talk about what happened at lunch today?" Camilla raised her thin black eyebrow as we made our way out of the last class. I shrugged as I stared at the floor. "Uh-huh, well don't forget mom's today, she's making tacos," She grabbed my arm as we made our way to the parking lot. As we arrived at Camilla's house the quaint multi-colored brick home, on the outskirts of the town, almost beyond Moon Light Pack boundary. We're met by her two brothers, the younger annoying, Sebastian, and the older ex-drug addict, David. David was and has always been obsessed with me, he can't seem to help himself, playing in my hair, and trying to get me alone, even when he met his mate, Tabitha. Ever since she left him for the beta of the Twilight Pack three years ago, he's been a complete mess, sleeping on people's sofas, unable to hold a job, I'm glad he's off of drugs though. Then there's Bash as Cami and I call him, he's sixteen and homeschooled. For what reason? Cami thinks it's because he's the baby and Mrs. Luciana Lopez can't seem to part with him, which tracks. He has managed to convince her to start school next year.

"Sweet Phemie, it's so good to see your beauty again," David helped me out of my jeep as he grabbed my hand smelling the air. "Sweet as always," He winked.

"David stop being disgusting, besides, Phemie is going to prom with Karter Jenkins," Camilla smiled as she took me from her brother and pulled me inside. "Mami, I brought Euphemia!" She yelled dragging me into the kitchen where her mother was making tortillas by hand.

"Hello, Mrs. Luciana," I stated as I was pushed in her direction.

"Please, Euphemia, just Luci," She grabbed me up squeezing me as her thick Spanish accent hovered around her. The smell of citrus always enveloped her, as I was brought back to my childhood of cookies and milk, and late nights up with Cami and her mother.