The Complexity of Being Me

~ Chapter 3

"Told you."

"Why didn't you smell her?" he demands.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe I was focused on not getting killed?" I hiss. "Why didn't you smell her?"

He smirks. "Oh, I don't know, maybe I was focused on killing you?"

Alice's mind is racing. We're scaring her.

"Can you shut up?" I ask him. "Someone could be listening."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go eat some actual food," he says. Then he picks up his pace and disappears into the crowd.

I let out a sigh after he is finally gone.

"He tried to kill you?" Alice asks, dumbfounded.

"You saw the fight." I snap.

"I thought it was just a fight."

"It's never just a fight."

She swallows. "Right."

We enter the cafeteria a few minutes later. I immediately start heading toward the table where Michelle and I usually sit. I notice Alice hesitating and slowing down. She's not sure if I want her to sit with me.

I sigh and turn back to her. "Do you have people to sit with?"

She shakes her head slowly.

"You can sit with me, then, if you want." I offer. She immediately perks up and follows me to the end of our table, plopping down next to me.

"Thanks," she sighs in relief.

Michelle eventually enters the cafeteria and sits down in front of me. "What's up?" She greets us.

"Hi," Alice mumbles.

Michelle's eyes fall on Alice and then back on me. "Who's this?"

"This is Alice. She knows I'm a vampire."

Her face goes slack. "What?"

"I saw them fight," Alice mumbles, rubbing her arm.

Michelle glares at me. "You got into a fight? On the first day of school?"

"Yeah, with a werewolf," I sigh.

"What?" she roars.

"Here, I'll show you who it was." I scan every mind in the cafeteria and try to find the one that has Jacob's obnoxious accent. I find two with an accent to my right, so I look there.

The boy that has the weaker accent, Aiden, is already looking at me. He quickly looks away, his face reddening. I turn my attention to the boy next to him with the heavier accent that is definitely Jacob. His eyebrows are slightly pinched and I can see that he's thinking about our fight. He's mad that he lost.

Who knew how entertaining listening to someone cuss you out in a British accent could be?

I jut my chin out in Jacob's direction. "That boy right there."

Both Alice and Michelle crane their necks to look. "Which one?" Michelle asks.

"The one that reeks dog."

She groans. "You want me to go over there and sniff him?"

I chuckle. "The one with the tanner skin and messy dark hair and blue eyes."

"Him?" Michelle asks. "He looks like he wouldn't hurt a fly."

I chuckle.

"Why did you get in a fight in the first place?"