I try paying attention to my textbook Infront of me, but to no use. It is practically impossible to concentrate when she is near me. Of course now is the perfect time to have wolf urges. Note my sarcasm.
When reading the useless lines of my history book didn't help, I begin doodling a random shape in the corner of my worksheet. After some time, it turns into some sort of a cage holding a small bird inside it. I find myself drawing similar things often. It's how I would feel sometimes. Being forced inside a cage without any option to escape it. Of course, the bird could maybe open the lock on the cage with it's claws, but then if it had escaped, it's owners would be sad, disappointed. You really cannot win in this world.
By the odd looks I am receiving, I can only guess that I am twitching again. This always happens when I am turning.
Why couldn't I have been born a normal human?
I quickly glance up to take a look at the clock. Still five goddamn minuets. This is almost unbearable. Keyword being: almost
Although she's making me go crazy, Jade is the only good thing about being a wolf. She gives me a purpose, the reason I still keep trying no matter what life decides to throw my way.
I find myself stealing a glimpse of her gorgeous being. She's biting on her red pen, looking at the blackboard, but clearly uninterested in whatever our teacher, Mrs Eilish is teaching.
Jade is the badgirl. No, she's not a stereotypical badgirl from the films, there's something different about her. She's not blatantly rude, just sassy. Head of the basketball team, winning us awards every year, terrible in anything academic, but still smart.
You may mistake my observations as jealousy, and although I'll admit, I would kill to be as badass as her, I'm really just crushing on her.
The pain in my head is becoming more noticeable. I silently beg the heavens to not let anyone hear my noises of discomfort. That would be embarrassing.
I subtly pull my hood further down my face, to hide anything strange happening. My fingernails are digging through the fabric, but it doesn't bother me too much. It matches with all the other holes I've ripped into this poor hoodie.
Biting my lip, I try to look at the clock again. Three minutes, are you kidding me? There's no way I'm surviving this.
I'm definitely not a rule breaker, but I'm afraid I might actually die if I don't do this. I pick up my bag, not bothering to take my book on the table with me, and make a mad dash towards the door.
Naturally, I forget to actually open the door, so I crash right into it.
Take two.
I ignore the roaring laughs of the other students, and the scowls from the teacher, and run out of the classroom.
I have this school memorized by heart. It's not hard when you have a group of teenage boys making you hate every corner of the building, giving you memories of all the terrible things they tell you every day.
I associate the corridor I'm running through currently with Tomlinson telling me I need to wash my clothes more often. Ah yes, thank you Louis! Let me just wash my clothes in a river full with puppy feces in it. I'm sure that will be much better!
Of course I'd never tell him that personally. I'm not Jade.
When I finally arrive in the woods, I swiftly pull off my hoodie, along with my shirt, and take off my shoes. Unfortunately I can't get the rest of my clothes off in time before my skin is covered in light blonde fur.
It phisically pains me to hear the rip of my expensive jeans being destroyed. My best (and only) friend got me those.
I walk back over to the pile of clothes with my ears dropping down, and place them into my den.
After I lay my shoes outside, I can hear the footsteps of none other than Alec making his way over to me.
His brown fur constantly smells like fish. I have no idea why though, considering we don't live anywhere near a fish pond. The reek of him makes me want to gag, but I manage to contain my disgust.
"Couldn't make it through the school day again?" He chuckles. I don't reply. "Pathetic,"
He walks away, leaving me in my own misery and self pity.
Ah well, just another day of being Perrie I guess.
I hope you will all enjoy this book! This is my third book, but I'm still learning so any advice would be appreciated!
Question: do you think Perrie will be able to confess her feelings for Jade?
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The Girl Who Bites - Jerrie
FanfictionHighschool really isn't the best place for a wolf cub to grow up. Especially not, when her soulmate goes to the same school. Jade Thirlwall was her name. Perrie's heart would do somersaults in her chest whenever she'd see her. She knew it was hopel...
