𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚢 ||Zombies 2|| [Completed]

Am I Ready To Be One Of Them?

Once he was for sure out of hearing range I groaned loudly in annoyance and banged my head against the cold metal of my locker. Startling the boy next to me, who then grabbed his things in a rush before scurrying away.

Going for another blow to the head I leaned back for momentum before completing the action.

Although this time, instead of hitting the hard locker door, I hit soft and calloused flesh.

A hand. But who's?

Tilting my head to where the rest of the arm led, I was face to face with the wolf boy I had become highly fond of.

He smiled down at me, fangs showing in an innocent manner.

"Wouldn't want you hurting that pretty head of yours."

My green eyes must've been shimmering with adoration at this point.

Not wanting him to feel my rising temperature out of attraction and embarrassment tangled in one, I lifted my head from the palm of his hand.

Giggling nervously, I anxiously clutched onto my stuff tighter.

My embarrassment, although I hoped had been missed by onlookers, was definitely not.

The wolf pack with much friendlier looks than the first time I had met them, surrounded Wyatt and I.

"Nice attire." Willa smirked.

I smiled at the girl (who slowly but surely had been opening up to me), "well I did have the best stylists".

Grunts of approval came from the pack, proudly smiling at my newfound confidence when talking to them, and at their own handiwork.

The annoying and nightmare fueling sound of the warning bell rang throughout the now almost empty halls of Seabrook High School.

"See ya around fellow wolf" Wynter chirped, sending a hilariously terrible wink my way before prancing off to her class she shared with most of the pack.

And by most I mean all but Wyatt.

Somehow this punk had transferred into my AP Calculus class.

Brain and brawn?

This boy was seriously a gift from the heavens above.

(A/N seriously though, Pearce graduated when he was 15. Just- how can someone be that perfect. Edit- he actually graduated at 14 bc he started taking college courses at the age of 12)

His sister playfully nudged his shoulder with hers as she led the pack towards their morning class.

Wyatt, walking to stand right in front of me, bowed slightly and gestured to the direction of our class.

"Shall we, milady?" The boy had chuckled while saying this terrible line. But deciding to go along with it to ease his regret, I responded.

"We shall" I nodded while curtseying.

We both laughed at our own stupidity before making out way to class, walking in comfortable silence.

***

Wyatt and I had continued our separate paths for the rest of the day, offering each other a smile and a soft and sweet 'see you later'. He had returned to his pack, while I made my way to Addison.

Who wasn't hard to find in the sea of pink and blue.

"Becca!" My cousin waved her perfectly manicured hand (courtesy of the werewolves) frantically to grasp my attention.