The resemblance in the faces of Daniel and Adam, when they were delivered an insulting blow was strong and comical. Adam was looking at me like I had punched his gut. It took him a full minute to recover from the punch. By that time, I had already taken two steps backward, my eyes darting to the lightened entrance in case I needed to make a head run away from this monster, in case he decided to get physical. He didn’t. “Why did you say that? Are you calling me a shit?” He asked rather, still looking perplexed. I was sure he wasn’t accustomed to being dissed by a girl.“At least you aren’t dumb.” I muttered, aware that he could hear me. “As I mentioned before, I don’t have the time for a chit chat. But if you are looking for someone to warm your bed tonight, then find someone else. Although, I will suggest you freshen up your mouth first, it smells like fish and garlic. Not a good combo if you ask me.” I stated nonchalantly, folding my arms across my chest, a smirk threatening to
As I glimpsed the familiar figures in the distance, a rush of adrenaline flooded my veins, setting my heart pounding against my ribcage. My breath hitched, catching in my throat as an unmistakable wave of panic surged within me. It was them—my other tormentors, approaching from afar.My muscles tensed involuntarily, and my mind raced with memories of the torment they had inflicted upon me, the scars both visible and hidden. The air felt thinner, suffocating me as I grappled with the sudden onslaught of fear and distress. Every nerve in my body seemed to vibrate with an alarming urgency, warning me of the impending confrontation.My hands trembled, and a cold sweat formed on my brow despite the mild night breeze that whispered through the trees. I fought to control the rising tide of panic, but it was an uphill battle, a war against the haunting memories and the raw emotions they evoked.I desperately sought an escape, my instincts urging me to flee, to hide from the impending confro
MayaToday was my first day at the school’s cafeteria, or rather the second time after I was discovered to be without the wolf gene. The first time, after that life changing event, had been brutal and traumatizing. It was the first time I was bullied.Now, standing before the matron who was dishing my food, I wondered if I had made the right choice, listening to Naomi.Naomi was my only friend. The only one who had remained by my side after the pack doctor’s diagnosis on my sixteenth birthday: the diagnosis that had set my perfect life on fire.Naomi had insisted that I follow her here today. It’s been a year and six months since that fateful first day, yet the memory still had a firm grip on me. I was actually counting the seconds till someone threw me a juice can, or half eaten pizza.“Maya, stop fretting. Mother promised me that the Lycan King has resolved the bullying issue. It’s over finally, best friend. Take a deep breath. Your hands are shaking.”She was right. My hands were s
“What’s going on here?!” A voice suddenly roared in the cafeteria causing the throwing competition to come to an end. Who was that? What had taken them so long? I wondered, unable to open my eyes because they were covered with liquids and food particles that had been thrown on me, more than a hundred times. When Noah had chosen to make me a target for practice, the others in the cafeteria had taken it as a go ahead to replicate the mess. Everyone in the cafeteria, except Naomi, had emptied their lunch packs on me. “Who is that sitting on the floor? Stand up!” The same hoarse voice echoed. Mr Johnson, the principal. I was sure now.It can only mean that Naomi had made the report herself. Her father was an important member of the pack’s council—she couldn’t be ignored by the school’s authorities.I tried obeying the principal’s command, I tried standing up from the floor, but my feet and hands kept slipping on the slippery floor.A hand grabbed me by my arm—certainly Naomi—and hel
I looked damn good in a bikini. The feeling was a good one to have after the crushing feeling that stemmed from not knowing my roots.“C’mon Maya, get your butt out here!'' Naomi screamed from the pool area. A weary chuckle escaped my lips when I heard the splash of water. So much for diving in together.I did a 360-degree turn in front of her mirror, amazed at what I was seeing. I stopped looking in the mirror, when my stepsister broke mine two years ago, a day after that inauspicious event that ruined my perfect life. Her reason was that I shouldn’t be bothering the mirror with my ugliness. I had been so emotionally messed up then, that I had believed her. I had changed my wardrobe overnight to baggy trousers and polos, to cover the ‘fat’.Over the years, Naomi had tried destroying these insecurities—she did to an extent—but I never looked at the mirror again. Until now.I was beautiful. I did another 360-degree turn, still coming to terms with this truth.I was curvy and sexy. I
I was probably in my hundredth cookie when I suddenly felt a presence behind me. I knew it wasn’t Naomi because my friend had gone upstairs to get her phone. “How are you slim like a runway model when you eat like a pig?” The cookie fell to the floor instantly from my tottering hand, and my heart erratically went over the fence. What was Adam doing here?What did he want? Why was he right behind me? And where was Naomi now that I needed her?I was stiff, rimrod straight on the high kitchen stool, whilst my pulse jumped haphazardly when Adam suddenly started trailing his finger down my arm.I inhaled sharply the next minute, when he bit my ear lobe, when he slid his hand around my waist, when his kooky breathing slammed into my hearing neurons. How could someone be so brash? How could someone be so entitled? Did he think he could have his way with me because he was hot, because I was a mere statistic to him?He must be out of his mind!I jumped out of my stool without giving him a
Adam must have gotten tired of waiting for my answers because he dipped his head and pecked my lips softly. However, that was for a start, because immediately after that, he wrapped his hands around my waist, drew me closer to him, and pecked my lips again. He withdrew his face thereafter, taking note of my facial expression, to know if he should go on. I knew he was waiting for a go ahead, so that it wouldn’t be like he was bullying me into kissing him. Foolish me thought that the act was cute. I must have nodded my head at one time, because before I could say jack, his lips were on mine, and this time around, his tongue was attempting to push past the protection of my lips into my mouth. Yet I was not responsive. Not because I wasn't into the kiss, but because I didn't exactly know how to kiss. . “You haven’t kissed before?” A note of incredulity rang in his voice, as he withdrew from me the second time.I shook my head in reply, wondering if he would go away when I heard him
“Let her go, Claire.” Adam said, his voice as cold as steel. He folded his arms across his chest, sporting a countenance of aloofness.Behind me, Claire stilled. But that was to be expected. Adam has never rebuffed their attacks on me.I gasped, however, before I could ruminate on Adam’s strange behavior, when Claire roughly pushed me away from her. I fell to the group in a piteous heap.“That was totally unnecessary, Claire.” Adam walked up to me, to the shock of Claire and me, and helped me to my feet. “What are you doing, Adam?!” Claire screeched, flinging her hands apart in frustration. “Every girl, but her. She is cursed, for god sake! Did you forget that?”I would be surprised if the others by the pool weren’t hearing her questions.Adam said nothing in response.I was in Adam’s arms now. And I was so confused on what to do. Watch the lovers spat, or hurry upstairs to Naomi? Could I even shrug Adam’s hold off me?Fortunately, Adam made a choice for me.“Go upstairs, Maya. I wi