Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
I was laying down in my bed thinking and listening to my stereo playing 'Bye Bye Miss American Pie'. My dad and I moved here about a week ago. Out of all the places we could have moved to, we ended up here. I don't know what sold him to move here, Alaska. If I had a say, I would've chosen Florida.
Moving was the last thing I needed. I was still dealing with the stress and depression of me being a werewolf.
I remember walking home from a restaurant. I had dinner with some friends and a large animal came out of nowhere and attacked me. The coward never showed their face after. I really wanted to get my revenge on it. It left me with a scar from where it bit me, on my shoulder.
Since I got bit, there were still scratches on my body. After my first transformation, which didn't go so well because I didn't know I was a werewolf, I had to cut my hair short because I kept stepping on it in my wolf form. I was around six feet tall. My muscles grew, my teeth were sharper, my temper was shorter, my senses enhanced, my skin was flawless besides the scratches and scar, my eyes were brighter and my body was rock hard yet soft.
Not only were the scars physical, but emotionally and mentally. Something little could easily set me off and I feel really bad about it. My fuse was short and was it was like it was attached to dynamite.
I got up from my bed and turned off the radio. I grabbed a towel and my sleepwear before heading to the shower.
After my shower, I got out and got dressed. I went downstairs to say goodnight to Charlie and went to bed.
I was in a classroom getting extra help. The teacher was beautifully gorgeous. She had long blond hair, fair, smooth skin, golden eyes, curves in all the right places.
"I think it would be better if I demonstrated." She said, walking over to my seat. She leaned down, grabbed my shirt and pulled me up to her lips.
I was startled by the loud shrilling alarm so badly that I fell out of bed. I was so pissed; it could have at least waited until my dream was over. I grabbed the alarm, walked over to my window and threw it out. It hit the ground and exploded; pieces and fragments flew everywhere.
I looked down and saw that my underwear was squeezing my lower member. I made a mental note to remind myself to buy a bigger size. These ones were okay as long as I don't get worked up.
Satisfied that I destroyed the alarm, I got ready for school. I brushed my teeth and took a shower, washed my body and hair. When I turned the dial to shut the water off, I was absentminded and accidently turned it the wrong way, causing the water to turn scorching hot. I yelped, backing away from the shock and turned it the other way, shutting off. That gave a whole new meaning to a dog in heat. Why can it even get that hot?
I opened the shower door, making it click and stepped out. I dried myself off, sprayed cologne on me and put on my deodorant. I got my mousse and styled it to give it my signature look: sex hair.
I got dressed in by dark blue jeans, white, graphic tee that hugged my body, showing off my abs. I decided I liked this shirt…a lot. I also put on my white sneakers. All my clothes were brand new, never worn because I kept growing and needed new clothes. I was relieved to think that I had stopped growing, at least for now. I put on my gold necklace and silver watch and went downstairs.
Charlie was finishing putting on his tie. "Hey, you're running a little late aren't you?" He asked, struggling to tie it.
I shrugged, "Rough morning." I said grabbing the orange juice carton out and pouring it in a glass.
Charlie nodded, "Are you nervous about your first day of work?"
I shook my head, "Nope. I can handle it."
My dad smiled, pride in his eyes, "Good."
"You do realize that some of the customers will try to fight you right?" He said, his tone was laced with worry.
I laughed, "Please don't worry-"
Charlie held up his hand, "Oh I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about the customers. Go easy on them okay?" He said, grinning and patting me on the shoulder and walked away.
"No promises." I called back. I took a sip of my orange juice and my face scrunched up in disgust. I forgot that I already brushed my teeth so the taste was nasty. I finished off the juice and put the glass in the dishwasher.
I went upstairs to brush my teeth again and grab my books. "I'm out." I yelled to Charlie.
"Have a good one!" He yelled back.
I got out the door and to my car, a cherry red '68 Camaro.
I drove into the student parking lot and went to my classes. I saw that the school mascot was a wolf. I smiled of the irony.
I was surprised of all the attention I was getting. I suppose it was better than negative attention. Normally, I would welcome the flirty comments from women but I was a little on edge. I just wondered how this would affect me keeping my secret. It makes it that much harder.
So far, the most interesting class was 'Fire Service Technology'. I sighed; I had one more class to attend, 'Child Development'. For the record, I didn't choose Child Development.
I walked in to the crowded classroom and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the teacher. She was seating at her desk. It was the exact same teacher from my dream. 'No fucking way!' I thought.
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I have the second chapter already written and am working on the third.