Chapter 2- Amy

I sigh and walk to my bike, there’s no use thinking about what might have been if we were all humans, or all wolves. Liam never goes out of his way to be mean to me, but he doesn’t stop anyone else or talk to me at all. He’s a wolf and apparently to good for me now.

I jump on my bike and start heading to school, it takes me about fifteen minutes to get to school. After I get my bike locked up, I head inside preparing for another great day of learning. I can’t even hide my eye roll from my own thoughts.

I take a deep breath in and head down the hallway. I almost get to the classroom, but right before I get there, one of the football players shoulder checks me, hard, into the lockers. I grunt as I slide down the locker and fall on my ass. I hear laughs all around me. You’d think in a high school full of werewolves they’d take pity on the human that is much weaker than them, but apparently here it means something that that can take down the lonely human. Whatever, this is nothing new to me. Granted I’m for sure going to have a couple bruises from this one.

I look up and see Clara and her friends laughing. No doubt another one of her indirect hits. I see Liam watching me from behind them, leaning up against the lockers on the other side of the hallway. He isn’t laughing just glaring at me with hate in his eyes. I’m not sure what I ever did to him, I’m not sure if being a human is the only reason he hates me, but I’ll probably never find out so no use in dwelling on it. He puts his arm around Clara’s shoulders and pulls her away, while she’s still laughing like this is the funniest thing she’s ever seen.

I get up and pull my bag off the ground and make my way into the classroom. I don’t cry, not anymore, it seems to give them fuel. And I never expect any help, I learned a long time ago that I’m on my own. Mia can’t solve these problems, and neither can mom. I try not to bother her with these things she’s a human to, she can’t solve these problems.

My first class of the day is senior calculus, I hate having to be in here with all the seniors. They all think they’re better than me, and in most things, they probably are, but I’m smart. Not having any friends besides Mia, makes it extremely easy to focus on my schoolwork, and if I can get out of here earlier then expected, so be it. I sit through most of my classes having to hear whispered comments about how I don’t belong here. Not in the advanced classes and not in the pack. I hate to break it to all of them, but I’m fully aware I don’t belong here, and as soon as I can, I won’t be here anymore.

The day goes on and after third period, it’s finally lunch time. The first time I get to see Mia during the day! We only have lunch and sixth period art together. Unfortunately, we also get Liam and Clara’s band of goons during this lunch period. Yay me... Oh well, Mia and I sit as far away from them as possible, and they always sit at the same table, so it’s not to hard to scout spots for two people far away from them.

Mia runs up to me, pulling me into a tight hug. When she pulls away, she starts checking over my body. “Oh, think the Goddess you’re alright, I heard rumors that you were beat today.” I just laugh and shake my head and start walking through the lunch line. “Nothing new, just got friendly with the lockers again.” I reply with a small laugh and a smile on my face. Her face goes sour, she hates when I make jokes about my beatings, but I’m not going to sit here and cry about them either.

We hear someone laugh behind us, and take a quick look, only for it to be Liams gamma, Dallas. He’s about six three with short black hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. I don’t bother and just keep going down the line, but Mia can’t keep her mouth shut. “Is something funny Dallas?” She asks sternly, stopping the whole line in the process. I mutter nonsense under my breath, cursing her for feeling the need to stick up for me. It’ll just lead to more problems. “Leave it alone, Mia. Come on.” I say sternly to her, but Dallas decides to respond. “Hey, calm down. I just thought her joke was funny. I wasn’t making fun of her.”

She looks at him confused. What did he just say? I don’t even know what to feel about that. “Mia, come on! You’re holding up the line.” I whisper yell at her, pulling her confused face away from him, and she walks over to me. At this point I’ve lost my appetite and decide to just leave the line. She grabs a few snacks and follows me over to the table as far away from Clara as we can get.

I sit down and throw my head on my arms laying down on the table. “Why? ... Just why? Mia, you know when you do that it just causes more problems.” I whine at her. She places her hand on my arm. “Amy, you know if you never stick up for yourself it’ll just keep happening.” She responds kindly, but there’s a fire behind her eyes. “It won’t help either way and you know it. It doesn’t matter, I’ll be out of here soon, and all of this will be a thing of the past.” I respond dryly, we’ve had this conversation many times. Neither one of us will give it up.

She goes quiet, which isn’t really like her and glares behind me. I look behind me quickly, to be prepared for whatever attack is coming, and see Dallas. He throws his hands up in surrender to Mia. “Hey, calm down. Just came to give you these.” He sets down a couple things of snacks in front of me. I look up at him confused, “Honestly, just thought your joke was funny. I didn’t mean to make you lose your appetite. I got a couple different choices, because I have no idea what you like. Just a peace offering.” He says kindly and then starts walking over to the goons’ table. I watch him go and my gaze falls on his table, all of them are staring at me. Some with confusion and others with hate. What the fuck did he just start? All I know is I’m screwed.