Tonight I'm Loving You *My Teacher is a Werewolf* (On hold indefinitely)

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So since i'm sort of really busy I can't acutally finish this chapter yet...you might not like it, but trust me it's going to get good so no hate comments right now. Kay! It'll all make sense real soon! I'll upload when I have the time, but this story is rather complicated now so it's harder to write.

:) so yup!

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Logan's POV:

            I aimed for his throat ready to tear it out when I saw Hayley shrink back and dissolve into tears. I looked at her, my eyes most likely filled with pain. It hurt me to see her in so much pain. I started to move closer to her but she kept trying to move as far away as possible from me. I tried to say something but I came out as an awkward growl. Hayley whined and more tears poured out of her blue eyes. “Please don’t hurt me!” she cried out. It broke my heart to watch her like this. “Please don’t hurt me! DON’T HURT MR.HARBOR EITHER!” she cried out. The anger was back as rage built up within me. He was touching her, I saw the way he had placed his hand on her breast and she was defending him! I let out a growl as I looked at Mr. Harbor who was crying while curled up into a little ball under his desk and I began to slowly stalk my way towards him.

            He was in tears, it was pathetic. The man in front of me couldn’t have been more of a little shit head. I let out an antagonizing howl as I jumped and tore open his throat. I tasted the sweet taste of blood in my mouth as I looked onto the guy who would one day wreck a most precious person’s life. I loved the way I saw his eyes grow larger as he had seen his fate. It tasted bloody good. I loved the terror, the fear. I could feel the blood lust that came in waves throughout my body. 

             I licked my lips as I turned to look at Hayley, she was curled up into a little ball wailing and crying, tears dripping down her beautiful face. “oh god.” Was the only thing she kept saying over and over again. I couldn’t help but feel confused. Wasn’t it a good thing that I had killed him? Wasn’t it a good thing that I saved her?

            But as I watched her break down completely I didn’t know what to do. I felt so confused and hurt. I felt pain start in my heart and spread throughout my body as I saw Hayley open her mouth and scream. I tried to move closer to her to comfort her but she just stumbled to get up and ran away from me. But she hadn’t gotten far. She tripped over her shoe and I slowly made my way towards her, looming over her shivering crying figure. “Don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me!” she cried.

            I winced at the thought of hurting her, I would never hurt her. It should have been obvious that I wouldn’t have touched a hair on her beautiful little head. I backed away confused, just watching her curl herself up into a ball and continued to cry out for help. I had helped her hadn’t I?

            Within a moment the headache came back and I was suddenly shifted into my human form, fully clothed which was odd enough. I could still feel my body shaking from the past events. It was all too crazy. I looked around, I was in McKinley High School. Why would I be here? I looked around and saw student walking around, girls stopped and said “Good morning Mr.Night!” all too cheerful. Awww shit! Now I’m confused.

            Hayley’s POV:

I woke up for school, avoiding the mirrors and slowly made my way downstairs. I felt like I was moving through syrup. It was killing me. Every move I made felt like I was walking through thorns. I felt as though fire was invading the inside of my body burning it up from the inside out. I was in a constant state of pain, it was like a never ending feeling of lose and confusion.

I slowly moved into my bathroom to strip down out of my clothes and got into the shower. I shivered as the cold water hit my body. I stood there numbly trying to continue to go along with my daily routine one that I had been doing for years. But there was something that haunted me in the back of my head. That constant nagging that told me someone was watching me. That someone was coming to get me for what I had seen.

I shook my head trying to push that feeling away. I was told it was all in my head. That this feeling was just made up, due to the fact my mother had died at a young age. I was just seeking attention, I repeated over and over in my head. But the feeling didn't go away as I started to hyperventilate, I sunk to the shower floor and clutched my body. I started to shake uncontrollably. My heart started to beat a hundred miles a minute. I felt like it was breaking out of my ribs and right through my chest.

My head started to spin as I closed my eyes and pushed out everything from my mind as I was told. I focused on nothing, I tried to think of everything that had to do with absolutely nothing important as my breath started to slow and my heart started to beat normally.

I sighed in relief as I slowly got up and finished my shower, my hands still shaking. I got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around me and then made my way back into my bed room and got dressed. After I was dressed I walked out of my room and closed the door.

I stumbled through the hallway and I placed my hand on the stairwell and ignored the scars I saw on my wrist. I was over this. I had been cured. I had stopped cutting, it has been three months since the last time I cut. I was okay. I was okay. But I knew as of yesterday my whole world changed as my nightmare had come back. Mr. Night, Logan, was a werewolf. And that in its self was a whole other story. Logan, had changed my life, and all for the worst. I couldn’t help but think of the nightmares I had gone through thinking that one day he would come back to kill me for what I had seen. I had seen him kill my teacher, the only one who understood me. I wanted revenge, I wanted Logan Night to suffer the pain I had dealt with the past six years.

First I told everyone what I had saw, only to be called a liar. My dad completely ignored me and my uncle sent me away to an asylum once he found out I had been cutting myself. But that was the only way to escaped for the constant paranoia, it had lost it. I would always look over my shoulder to the day when Logan would come back to kill me. I never slept I stopped talking to everyone I just became void of all emotions.

When I finally had gotten over it he came back. And now it was my turn for revenge. I was positive I was going to get it. I needed it.

I'll upload the full chapter so soon as I have time. Oh god I hate high school!

ps. Hayley isn't going to be all angry hurt for long. Logan hasn't finished his journey yet...he still has time travel to go through