As fast as I can I'm hauling towards the bathroom, dodging everyone with my natural werewolf-speed.

Just a little further...

"Hey, Lydia! What's up girl?" A squeaky, screechy super annoying voice says.

Just great. dumb Skylar Popson— the Queen Bee of this school. The vegan, no carbs, no sugar, diet extraordinaire and plastic surgery junkie. I bet she has something real clever to say about my marvelous outfit choice today. I could unleash my wolf claws right now and tear right into this skank.

Today's not the day to be messing with me.

I grit my teeth through a painful fake smile. "What's up, Skylar."

She shields her mouth and laughs like a fair maiden. "Oh, nothing. It's just that you look even worse this school year than last. Aw, how is that even possible I wonder?"

My orbs flicker a glowing red, the blood colored glow that means 'I want to kill you', but I quickly blink it away. "I'm just that talented I guess. Not that you would know anything about talent, though. Unless somehow avoiding a severe STD after all that promiscuous activity behind the school bushes is considered a talent nowadays."

She lets out a high-pitched huff, her face turning crimson. "You-you don't know anything about my STDs, b*tch. At least I get laid." And off she stomps away with that weird curve to her back, poking out her bottom clad with hot pink shorts that I swore for a second were only underwear.

Yikes.

Whatever.

A remindful pang in my bladder propels me forward, now only few feet away from the women's restroom. These endless hallways will be the death of me—

"Oomph!" I bump into a brick wall of sexy toned abs.

Wait.

What?

"-The hell?!" An intoxicatingly rough and hot voice says with the sweetest sprinkle of raspiness.

Of course, it's that hottie that I had previously checked out. He scrunches his orbs and rubs his abdomen, and an electrifying storm of tingles rains down on me more violently than if he was Zeus himself.

His darker than-the-nights-sky ever so slightly damp hair, delicate tan creamy skin, a swoon worthy face that by just a glance transforms all other men into sewage dwelling creatures. Amazingly proportionate shoulders, strong and broad. God, I simply want to view the word upon them.

I drink in his fantastic muscly arms with the perfect amount of bulkiness and the eight pack that ever so slightly peeks from his very conveniently raised shirt.

"Done drool-?" he smiles— then stops, locking his burning golden orbs with my equally burning golden ones.

"Mate," we both sigh, blissfully.

"Bro, what's going on. You said you just had to go to the bathroom." Another popular and highly attractive boy, Chad Jefferson, yells at my mate from down the hallway.

Wait, he had to tinkle too? He really is my mate. This really is meant to be. Wow. I want to know everything about Brett.

What he likes for breakfast, his hobbies, his opinion on the political and economic state of the world, celebrities, glass half empty half full? Is mint chocolate a valid icecream?

Brett clears his throat. "Yeah, um, sorry man. Got caught up banging Nichole in the janitor's closet."

My heart stops. My blood boils.

My mate just had sex in a janitors closet mere moments ago. How shameless, how shocking. No- I can't breathe. This can't be.

"I-I gotta go," I stumble away, swallowing a sob.

"Wait, you can't leave me! Why are running?" Brett chases after me, gradually gaining speed, "Why are you running?!"

I halt in front of the restroom, my hand stills on the door. My orbs widen as much as possible in an attempt to reign back the waterfalls. The dams break when I meet his gaze past my shoulder, "Because of you."

I rush inside and slam the door.

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