Warm-Blooded | The Originals

𝟏𝟓 | 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲

"Alright, gather around class!" Coach Pasley shouted, clipping the board under his arm while grazing his hand through his half-bald hair. "We're gonna split the class into four groups. Each group will run a total of two laps and the rest is a free period. Boys, make sure you place the footballs back into the bins or I won't put them out anymore. Do not lose any of the tennis balls please; had fifty this morning, we're down to thirty."

Deena was part of group 3.

Once group 2 crossed the finish line of their 1st lap, Deena's group went right after. Most of everyone jogged, including Quinn who was part of group 2 besides a few who took the run seriously.

For Deena, a triggered werewolf, running was nothing to her. She could finish the 2 laps in under a minute or less and wouldn't break a sweat, but she took the normal route and jogged like everyone else. Especially after having lunch.

While running around the corners of the track, the hard bony side of someone's shoulder jabbed into the back of Deena's shoulder, catching her completely off guard. The action of their impact caused her to lose her footing and find the grainy track beneath her now red palms.

"Deena, you good girl?" Quinn was at her side to help her up. A snicker could be heard lingering in the air ahead of them. Knowing who it was, Quinn smacked her lips. "You're such an asshole, Jason. Go mess with someone else, fucking jerk."

"It's not my fault. She should've watched where she was going." He shrugged, laughing with his buddies who trailed behind on their last lap.

"You came from behind us. How does that work again?"

"I'm not a scientist. Figure it out."

Quinn rolled her eyes while cursing under her breath before she faced Deena who stood with her head lowered. "You okay? I don't know what his problem is but he's been at your neck this whole week. At this point, it's time to report him. Just cause his dad is some big-shot politician doesn't mean he's invincible." She suggested.

Deena didn't respond. She seemed a bit out of it and it worried Quinn.

"Deena? Are you alright? Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

She was not alright.

Being a werewolf meant dealing with unanswered anger at any given second, and 6'2, 180-pound pro-wrestler Jason was often the cause of this burning rage seething beneath her skin. It brought pleasure imagining violent ways she could get rid of him. Having to not hear his corny teasing or see his pimply face would be heaven.

And it was tempting. Like a force edging her on, a voice whispering nonstop; do it. Rip him to shreds. Make him scream. Make him beg for mercy and don't offer it. Do it. You know you want to. Do it. It's in your nature, embrace it. Do it.

But Deena stood strong. She can't draw any unwanted attention to herself. For Rebekah's sake and her own.

Inhaling a deep breath, a forced smile tugged Deena's lips before lifting her head. "I'm fine. It happens." Her voice strained, words said through her teeth.

It was clear Quinn wasn't easily convinced, even noticing the nail marks pressed deep into her palms.

Deena released her clenched fist and locked an arm around Quinn's before any assumptions progressed. "Let's not waste our energy on a nobody. Wanna get some water? It's so damn hot out here and I forgot to bring my water bottle."

"Ouu I can't skip out on this lap," Quinn removed her arm when noticing they were heading off the tracks toward the water fountains. "I've used waay too many excuses to get out of running and it's catching up to me. If I finish the two laps, my grade goes back up, and my dad gets off my ass. But I'll meet you at the bleachers afterward. Give me luck this run gives me an A or a high B 'cause I won't do it again."