(A/N: Woah go me! Another chapter in one day!)

(Your pov):
   Luckily I didn't have to interact with anyone during Chemistry. I just hope it's that way with other classes.

Ha. Nope.

My second class had not only those two in it, but another werewolf. This one was tall, had brownish black hair, and wore a black scarf. I quickly headed for my seat. Not realizing that the one I had was next to the red-headed perv. He just stared at me, while I sat there uncomfortable in my seat. I heard whispers from the other classmates.

"Poor girl, I hope she doesn't fall for him, or the other way around"
"He's such a hottie, is she afraid of him?"
"His brother is the one she should be afraid of"

His brother? Who's that?
It doesn't matter.
I bent over the side of the desk away from him and opened my bag, pulling out my stuff for history, along with my artist book. Setting them on my desk, I sorted through my pencil pouch to find a decent pencil. All of a sudden, the guy snatched my book off my desk. I gasped.
   "Hey! Give that back!" I said quietly, trying to show him I was mad, but not draw attention to us.
   "Heh, nah. I wanna look through it~" he said, sticking out his tounge playfully. I growled quietly, and he looked at me. I looked him dead in the eye, but felt nothing, and let out a mental sigh of relief. He wasn't the one.
   "Give. It. Back." I murmered. He frowned, but then sighed and handed it back.
   "I always have another chance to look at it, dollface, but I'd rather not have you hate me yet. The name's Allen. What's yours?" He asked, smirking. I glared at him for a moment before replying.
   "(Y/n). Now please leave me alone" I said quietly, turning back to my art book and History notebook, where I began to write down the code to the online textbook, and the homework for this evening.

   For the rest of class he didn't bother me much, only when he tried picking up my scent again did I get annoyed. Why was he trying to do that? It didn't really matter why, the point is, I am not letting him get his way.

   The rest of the day, however, passed by with no problems. At lunch I sat in the library away from everyone else. In Language Arts I saw a new werewolf, but he smelled...odd. Like drugs. I didn't even glance at him though. And then in Art, I sat in the back silently starting on the project assigned. Now I am at the last class, my most likeable class. Math.

   Geometry is nice, but I'm glad they let me take the Algebra 2 class, there was just one problem. Appearently a student got mad earlier, and that student is scary. I didn't want to bother the teacher, who was on the phone, so I just sat in a random seat. My mistake. I heard some of the students give a small gasp, but the atmosphere changed. Like everyone in the room became really nervous, some even scared.

   I didn't glance around, but pretended to not listen by putting earbuds in, but not play music. That's when I heard conversations.

"What is the new girl doing? She can't sit there"
"He'll kill her, that is Matt's desk is she insane?"
"Oh shit he just walked in"

   That's when my eyes widened a bit. I smelled a werewolf. That's double bad. Not only was I sitting in apparent 'Mr. Bad-boy's chair' but is was sitting in another werewolf's chair. This werewolf might be very territorial. He probably was. That's when I saw a glimpse of someone next to me, and someone tap my shoulder. I flinched from the contact, and looked up. The man before me was tall, he had long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and some weird curl sticking out from his head. I couldn't see his eyes due to them being behind a pair of sunglasses, but I could tell he was mad due to his frown. I slowly took out an earbud.
   "Yes?" I asked quietly.
   "You are in my seat" he grunted, sounding slightly annoyed.
   "O-oh. Sorry..." I just decided to pretend I didn't know anything, and grabbed my bag, and began to walk away, when he grabbed my wrist.

   I gasped, and so did the majority of the other students. I felt like everyone in the room was holding their breath. With trembling hands, I gently tried to tug my wrist from his grasp, it didn't even budge. He ignored me, but bent down to pick up something on the chair. He handed out something to me. It was my phone. He let go after putting the phone in my hand, and then sat down, looking away. I slowly moved away from him, and then found a different chair to sit in.

   The rest of class nobody spoke, and I finished the homework during the class. The bell rang, and I walked home silently. Reaching the house, I went in, closed the door, wnt up to my room...

And collapsed on the bed in exhaustion.
And this was only the first day of school.