Half of What I Could Be

Chapter 2

Chapter 2- Current Day

The cafeteria always smelled foul. To a human, it wouldn't be as bad. To me, it was a mix of overly secreted testosterone, month old cheeses, sweat (which was an obscene amount), and a mix of perfumes ranging from Vera Wang to dollar store brands. Strangely enough, I preferred the dollar store bottles.

I always sat in the back of the cafeteria. The lunch room was the shape of a trapezoid that fit over thirty tables. My table was rectangular and made of fake wood, but to the untrained eye, it could probably pass as cedar. What can I say? My high school loves to scream Rich and Proper, even though it can barely afford the Mac and Cheese it serves for lunch. At least it was kraft.

This was my table. I didn't carve my name in it or anything, it was just common knowledge. Just like it was common knowledge that my social standing was equivalent to that of a pariah. Not only was I not liked, but I held an invisible bubble around me no one dared to pass.

I was not complaining. Overly hormonal, attention seeking, extremely obnoxious teenagers were not really my thing. Whenever anyone seemed to get a little too close for my liking, all I had to do was cough. They would run away so fast I swear I was watching a rerun of "The Flash."

My school was smack dab in the center of a small town by the name "Leviathan." Leviathan was in the Midwest state of Wisconsin, only a few miles from Lake Michigan. This was why our pack name was The Midwest Pack. Original, I know. Every pack was named after the location of where they reside. There was a Northeast Pack, South Pack, etc. In America, there were only a total of 4 packs. Even though traditionally, packs have boring names, each pack has scored a few nicknames through the years, both good and bad.

Leviathan Highschool predominantly taught wolves, but there were still a few humans in our ranks. They were oblivious to all the supernatural around them. Especially, the fact that they lived in the town that was the capital for all the werewolves in the area. It didn't matter the species, though, all of them had a weird thing against me.

What was the reason for my extreme unpopularity? Werewolves have this weird thing against the weak ones of the pack. The saying "The pack is only as strong as its weakest link," was taken to heart in the world of the Wolf. I'm not saying I am physically abused by the whole pack or degraded to being the punching bag. Actually, the majority of the pack was pretty good to me. The current Alpha comes over every Thanksgiving, and even taught me how to tie my shoes. For some reason, it was my generation of dimwits that took it to heart.

I know, being bullied because your sickness was cringy to say the least. Yet, after much time pondering why I was so disliked, this was the only reason that made sense. I was never one to make a scene. I was not one to harass others. Hell, I barely said more than a few words to my teachers let alone my peers. Of course I juggled the idea that it was my physical looks. If you are on either side of the "prettiest scale" you have a target painted on you. Still, I wouldn't classify myself as gorgeous or hideous. I was "cute." That was all.

Like in every overrated highschool based movie (except for "Ten Things I Hate About You" Chefs kiss of a movie) the thoughts of the "populars" are carried out by the "normals." The whole reason that everyone at Leviathan High treated me like the plague was because they follow everything the popular do. And as luck had it, the popular jock douches just happen to be the next in line to lead the pack. The two in particular, Jacin Raxford and Roan Reguiz, had something against me that surpasses just my uncanny ability to always be sick.

Strangely enough, those two never said anything to me. They never even looked my way. I was just a little gnat that barely registered on their visual field. Yet, I knew they must despise me as every single one of their so-called friends could not help but verbally assault me whenever I was around. With the trickle down effect, that verbal assault or blatant avoidance quickly escalated to the whole school. I actually preferred verbal assault. At least then I knew I was seen. Part of me even believed that I must matter to them for some reason, because that much hatred toward one person was a lot to bear.