One by one, my group came on and greeted me with the same response. Question and shock filled their eyes when they saw what was behind me, but they made no comment about him until Harry came on.
A look of fear passed over his face, and worry filled his eyes. He looked at me and then looked at the wolf. "Are w-"
"Yes," I said, interrupting him with Jack and Mack chorusing after me. "We're ignoring him."
Xav lifted his head and looked at me, annoyed. He flicked his ears back, and I couldn't help but smile innocently at him. He didn't like that I told the group we were ignoring him. However, he knew that I wouldn't change my mind, so he huffed and laid his head back on his paws.
"Okkkk?" He frowned and glanced between me and him. Worry filled his eyes, and I snorted and rolled my eyes.
"Would you stop?" I asked, rolling my eyes and scowling. "He's not going to hurt me." I paused and cocked my head. "I don't think he can."
"Besides, Ren isn't even panicking," Jack added. "If he is panicking or worried, then you know that something is wrong."
"Well, then Ren doesn't care as much as he says he does," Harry retorted. He gulped, and his face grew slightly pale while Ren turned his dark, cold gaze toward him and away from Xav and I. "I-I-" He stopped trying to talk and looked at me for help.
"Down, Chewie," I said, calling him by his nickname because he could sound like Chewbacca from Star Wars. I smiled, amused, because when he turned his gaze back to me and scowled.
"We all know that he does care about her," Kayla said while she placed on some fake eyelashes. "He is very protective of her."
I rolled my eyes and scowled at the cold male we were talking about. "Too protective," I said, and a sly grin appeared on his face while he shrugged his shoulder.
"Hello, to you, too, Cass," he hummed in his thick Italian accent that he never got rid of for some reason. "How are you?"
I made a face and shrugged. I missed them so much, hating the distance between us and having to go through our Senior year alone. "Been better," I replied, honestly. I leaned against Xav and sighed. "I want to be there," I added. "You know? I just..." I grimaced and shook my head.
"Oh, we know," Kayla said as she continued getting ready for her competition. "It's weird that you are there, and we're here."
"Speaking of not here, did you know that Mr. Brickson isn't teaching here anymore?" Harry asked, getting over his fear of Xav and Chewie. "Like, his office has been changed and everything."
I raised an eyebrow. "It has?" I asked, and both Jack and Mack had to hold back their laughter. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Harry blinked and blinked again. He looked dumbfounded, and I wondered what was going on through that mind of his. "I thought you already knew," he said dumbfoundedly. "I mean, Jack said he had messaged you when he found out."
I furrowed my brows and cocked my head. "He did?" I asked. I looked at Jack, and I had to keep myself from laughing because his face was turning red while he tried to keep himself from laughing. "Did you tell me that Charlie was gone?"
"Why do you call Mr. Brickson Charlie?" Harry asked, interrupting Jack from talking. He pursed his lips in disgust. "He is, well was, our teacher, and he is an adult."
"Why don't you call him Charlie?" I shot back. "He said that we could as long as class wasn't in session." I gave him a pointed look, and he shrugged. "But it feels weird calling him "Mr. Brickson,"" I added. I pursed my lips and wrinkled my nose. "We both hate it for some reason."
"It makes you gag," Jack piped in, and I rolled my eyes. "You do look kind of green when you call him that," he noted.
"Or like you just ate a lemon," Harry added. He pursed his lips. "But you don't do that with a real lemon. I mean, I've seen you eat a whole lemon, skin and all!"
I shrugged. "That was one time, and I did it on a dare." I looked at Jack and smirked, and he scowled and narrowed his eyes. "It was a fun dare, wasn't it?"
"No, no, it was not," he replied. He huffed and moved a hand through his brown hair. "I did not look good pink."
Mack laughed and nodded. "He didn't," she agreed, "but it was funny as fuck, especially since you had to explain it to Charlie as to why you showed up to school wearing a beanie."
Jack's scowl deepened. "I did not enjoy having to take off the beanie to show that mess," he said, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, I did a pretty good job with those clippers," I teased. "I mean, I didn't miss a single inch of your head."
"I wish you would've," he grumbled, and I stuck my tongue out at him. He stuck his tongue out at me, and Chewie snorted.
"Children," he scolded, and we looked at each other before we looked at Chewie, grinning innocently. He scowled and rolled his eyes. "There is no need to act like children," he said, and we snorted. "Harry is the child of the group."
"Hey," Harry complained. "Cass is the youngest out of us."
"Can we get back to the fact that Charlie is gone?" Kayla asked, interrupting me from talking. She gave me a pointed look, and I closed my mouth. "Did you know that he left or not?" she asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
I shrugged. "I did," I confirmed. "I actually knew that he left Weston High before Jack told me."
"How?" Harry asked.
"Because I saw him," I replied. "He's here."
Harry was silent for a bit and cocked his head. "What do you mean by he is here?" he asked. "Here, where?"
I rolled my eyes and scowled. "I mean that I saw Charlie when I walked into my first class today. He is my teacher again."
Harry blinked and blinked, again while the comment processed through his head. "He is there?" he asked, and I nodded in confirmation. He furrowed his brows and cocked his head. "Why?"
I gave him my best serious look, and Jack had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing. "Because he is in love with me," I replied, seriously. "He wants to be in a relationship with me, even though I won't give him the time of day."
Xav made a noise and lifted his head. He looked at me to see if I was serious or not, ignoring the fact that Jack busted out laughing and almost fell off the bed.
"Yes, like he totally would go out with a seventeen-year-old," Kayla said while she rolled her eyes.
"Hey, it'd make sense as to why he changes grades so quickly," Jack pointed out. "I mean, we've had him since what Pre-K?" He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I nodded in confirmation. "He could be so infatuated with you that he doesn't want you to leave his sight."
"Yep," I replied. I shook my head in mock sadness. "I was such a good kid before I met you two." I sighed and shook my head again. "And then you two had to come hopping into my life and ruin me."
"You were a bad kid before you met us!" Jack and Mack exclaimed in unison. "There is no way in hell that we were the cause of that."
I shrugged because that was the truth. "It was worth a shot," I replied, and they scoffed and rolled their eyes.
"Un huh," Jack said. He looked at Xav. "Keep an eye on her. She's crazy and even crazier when mad. I swear, she can rip a person's heart out if she wants to."
"I could rip off your dick and shove it down your throat," I threatened. "I would watch while they did your autopsy and eat a banana while doing it."
Jack's face grew pale when I threatened him. He cleared his throat and reached behind him to grab a pillow. "See what I mean?" he asked and placed the pillow on his lap. "I'd run away if I were you," he warned Xav, and I rolled my eyes. "She is evil."
"Yes, but not as evil as me," Mack said. She grabbed the pillow that he used to cover his dick and smacked him across the face before she put it behind her. "Don't use my pillow to cover your junk. What do you think she is going to do? Climb through the laptop screen and cut off your dick?"
Jack stared at his sister with an unblinking gaze. "Yes," he said, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. "Remember what had happened after we had watched The Ring?" He gave me a scathing look, and I started to laugh.
"Oh, yes," I replied. I wiped my eyes and coughed after I stopped laughing. "I scared the living piss out of you."
"You scared more than the piss out of me," Jack grumbled. "You scared the shit out of me and just had to point it out."
I shrugged. "Hey, you were the one that knew that something was up, but you still went along with it."
"Well, you sent Ren to get me," Jack pointed out, and I shrugged. "And that motherforker is scary."
I raised an eyebrow. "Scarier than me?" I asked.
Jack snorted and rolled his eyes. "Please, you're the scariest person in this group, especially when you're mad. I mean your e-"
"I suggest that stays between us," Chewie said, interrupting Jack. He gave Jack a look, and Jack quickly closed his mouth, not even uttering an apology.
I rolled my eyes at Chewie. "It's not like he can do anything," I said.
Xav whined and lifted his head from his paws. He stared at me and silently asked what I was hiding.
I smiled and shook my head. "If Papa Bear says no, it means no," I said, earning a snort from the other male.
"Lo sto facendo per la tua sicurezza, (I am doing this for your safety)," Chewie said, and I snorted and rolled my eyes.
"La mia sicurezza non ti preoccupa quando si occupa di lui, (My safety is none of your concern when it deals with him)," I replied. "Non mi farà del male. (He will not hurt me.)"
"Ok, I get it," Mack said while she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You two can speak more languages than us. Can we do something that we all understand like I don't know... French?"
Kayla snorted and shook her head. "Of course, that is the one that you want since that is the only language you understand."
"Well, it is the only one that you know, too," Mack shot back. She narrowed her eyes and scowled.
"Hablo español, Mack, (I speak Spanish, Mack)," Kayla replied. "Cass, Jack, Harry, y Ren también hablan español. (Cass, Jack, Harry, and Ren speak Spanish, too.)"
"Hmmmmm." I turned to look at Xav. "Est-ce que tu parles français? (Do you speak French?" I asked and received a blank look from the male. "Eh bien, après toutes ces années, je pensais que tu apprendrais maintenant. (Well, after all of these years, I'd thought you'd learn by now.)" I shrugged. "Je suppose que j'avais tort. (I guess that I was wrong.)"