I saw the clock and realized school was over. It had been over the second I accused Lycan. Now I was thirty minutes to get home. Not that I had anything going on.
Quickly, I walked outside and the sun almost blinded me. I was surprised the doors weren't locked yet. I spotted my car quickly. But then I saw him.
He seemed to be chill, leaning against the wall of the school, earbuds in. My smile came back as I walked over to him. He waved at me.
"Do you need a ride home!?" I tried to yell over his music.
He took out his earbuds then put one back in.
"What?!" he yelled back.
"Do you need a ride back home?" I repeated myself.
He shook his head.
" I don't want you to know where I live," he said, his voice seemed to get darker.
That hurt.
"Are you sure?" I asked again. "Yeah I can camp out here." I wanted to say he sounded sarcastic but he didn't.
I laughed. More evidence.
"Then that means you must be a werewolf," I said.
He shook his head." No, it just means I have a thick skull. Anyone with guts could camp out here," he kicked a rock.
"Ok." I waved goodbye. He waved back before putting his earbud back in.
I drove away and watched the Cross hanging behind the windshield go back and forth.
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Werewolf"I am NOT werewolf!" The darkening black covering his eyes begged to differ. "Yes you are, I'll prove it," " Don't even try," I yelled back,"Do you know how long I've been waiting to actually meet, actually see a w...
