Chapter 4

Abigail's p.o.v;

After walking out of the college entrance, I started walking to the bus terminal. While I was walking I saw Mike walking in front of me. I remained silent and walked behind him.

Suddenly, he stopped which made me bumped into him.

"Ouch!"

He turned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Heading to the bus terminal of course. Why did you stop?"

"Why did you walk closer to me?"

"I didn't realise I was closer since I was looking at my phone." Said while showing my phone to him and said, "I'm sorry. It's my mistake." And walked past him.

Mike ran after me and asked while walking beside me, "Why do you hate werewolves?"

"It doesn't concern you."

"It does concern me. Being a werewolf."

I looked at him and asked, "What's your special ability?"

( Werewolves become fully grown at a certain age and when they attain that age, they'll reveal their special abilities. The special abilities differ from each werewolf pack. With the information, I heard some become stronger than before, some become smarter )

"Looks like you know lot about werewolves but still you're saying you hate them. I haven't attained my full transformation yet so I didn't know what my ability is. By the way, Why are you interested if you hate them?"

"I heard a werewolf gaining mind reading ability as their ability. That's why I asked you to be careful around you."

"Looks like you're the smart one here. By the way, you didn't tell me why you got transferred to this city while you're living in a vacation place."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Aren't we friends? Friends should get to know each other."

"When did we become friends?"

"Since i helped you to get to the school on your first day, you're my friend now."

"I don't want to be your friend."

"But I want to. Since I'm always surrounded by my kind. I always wanted a human friend."

"Talk to me while you're surrounded by your friends. I'll become your friend."

"You know that I can't do that."

"I can't be your friend either. I don't like hiding things." And headed to the bus terminal.

At house,

When I came to my house, dad wasn't there yet. Looks like he's still at his work. He left a note on the fridge telling me he had something to do before picking up dinner, so it was just me for dinner today.

Not that it really matters when you live with your father in this small town, but it's nice anyway. He'd been working late, so I didn't have to worry about being home alone for once; I've been getting used to eating dinners alone since dad and I moved here and there because of his work. I put my bag on the couch then headed upstairs for a shower.

While I was washing up when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Did he come back early today? I dried off, turned the water off, and headed downstairs.

Dad looked tired as he stood in front of me. "Hey." His voice sounded quiet and tired.

"Hi," I answered softly.

"How did school go?"

I shrugged slightly. "Alright, I guess."

Dad smiled and kissed me on the top of my head. "Goodnight, kiddo."

I nodded in response.

He picked up his suitcase, slung it over one shoulder, and left, shutting the door behind him. Looks like he's tired from work. I ate my dinner alone in the end and went to my room.

At my room, I finished all my assignments and got ready for bed. The only light left in the room was from my phone lighting up every so often with a new text or call. It is 11pm now; it's past time for me to get some sleep. But not before taking one last look at the screen.

From Emma, "What's up?"

I rolled my eyes at her text message.

"Nothing." I replied simply.

My conversation with Emma went on until I finally said good night and hung up. Once I turned off my phone, I crawled under my covers and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up it's 8:30am.

Waking up early isn't exactly what I had planned for my day, but the thought of going to school has already crossed my mind once again and that's something I can't let go of. Besides, if things work out well, today's Friday and then tomorrow is Saturday. So I have an entire weekend to relax! After getting dressed and brushing my teeth, I put on a pair of jeans and a loose fitting hoodie. I also put on a bracelet my mom made for me years ago that said "Babe," which I've loved ever since she made it.

After putting on my shoes and running my fingers through my hair, I decided to check the weather report, since we wouldn't hear from the rest of the group until later. I put on my earbuds and plugged them into my phone as I stepped outside.

As I looked around to see if I could spot any cars driving by, I noticed someone standing right in front of me with headphones on. The person seemed to be listening to music really loudly. They were wearing a black leather jacket with an oversized white shirt and dark blue jeans. Without realising it, I took a step closer to see who the person was. Before I knew it they turned around, looking at me with a surprised expression.

"Uh… Hey…" He greeted. I'm assuming he recognized me, seeing as I was still staring at him. This caught me slightly off guard.

I just nodded back, "H… Hello."

The boy gave me a small smile and held out his hand towards me, "Name's Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you. What's your name?"

This guy sure knows how to make a first impression. And it doesn't help that he looks like he works out way too much. His arms are thick and toned. Not too short, not too big either... I think it was called biceps? And he was built. Very much so, especially compared to myself. I don't know what came over me as I took Dean's hand and shook it.

"It's um…" My face went completely red. Why am I being so weird?! "I'm Abigail Hopper."

"Are you the one who moved two weeks ago with your dad?"

"Yup! That's me."

"Which school do you go to?"

"Westchester high."

He nodded and asked, "Do you want a ride?"

"Are you studying there?"

He let out a laugh and said, "I graduated two years ago. I'm in college now. Do I look that young to you even with the body I have?" He asked while showing me his biceps by lifting off his shirt.

"Abigail!"

When I turned, my dad was standing in front of the house.

"Your dad?"

"Yeah." And I nodded and asked, "Is that your house?"

"Yup! Living all alone."

"Okay, gotta go to school."

"We'll catch up later."

After a while, dad was driving the car while I was looking at my phone and texting Emma.

Dad, "You've been on the phone more lately. Did you have a boyfriend already?"

"I wonder how you can ask me to put me in a werewolf school. And, this is my friend, Emma, I'm talking to."

He nodded and asked, "Have you joined any clubs?"

"Not yet. I'm still adjusting to my regular classes for now."

"If you decide to join, take swimming classes…"

Before he finished, I said, "Dad, we've talked about this. Don't try to spoil my mood for the whole day."

I kept my phone back into my bag and looked at the outside through the window.

After a while, he dropped me off at Hales Avenue and took off in his car. While I was waiting for the bus, Mike stood beside me and asked, "Why the long face?"

I gave a stare at him and continued looking at the road.

When the bus arrived, I got in and took a seat in the front to avoid him but he took the seat behind me and asked, "Do you know how to sing?"

"Why?" I asked while looking at the front.

"If you don't know, then you're going to be in big trouble."

I turned and asked him, "What do you mean by that?"

"You'll see it when we're there." And stuck his earphones into his ears and started listening to music.

At college,

While I was walking past the playground, the railing was fully finished and it looked like a stage for some performance. I stopped for a moment and looked at the stage they prepared. What's going to happen here?

"Doesn't it look amusing?"

When I turned to see who it was, it's Aiden, the representative.

"Yeah, it's good."

"Have you decided which club you are going to join?"

"I'm still thinking."

He gave a nod and said, "If you're unsure of choosing clubs, choose mine. I'll take care of you."

'Cute.'

"Which club are you in?"

When I asked him, his cheeks blushed. What made him blush like that?

He said, "Cooking."

"What!?"

'Did i say that aloud? Will he take that in a bad way? I didn't mean it like that.'

He continued, "I know. I get that a lot. But does my attire have to match my club? Can't I do whatever I like?"

'You can do whatever you want to with that face.'

He cleared up his throat and said, "You can join any club you're interested. I was just kidding with you." and walked into the playground.