Wolfe Song

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Chapter 2 (v.1) - One Year Later...

Submitted: June 03, 2009

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I looked down from the cliff at my high school. My car was parked behind me, waiting to growl to life and roar down the steep road to the noisy parking lot. Looking down at the ant-sized figures swarming over the asphalt, I mentally prepared myself for another day of secrecy. Farrah stood beside me, her shoulder-length black hair pushed up in a ponytail. My distressed black skinny jeans overlapped my bright blue converses, contrasting nicely with my dark purple shirt.

"While we're standing here doing nothing, can I braid your hair?" she asked, pleading. I sighed and noded, pulling my own ponytail down and handing her the hair tie. She squeaked delightedly and began separating my hair into three sections. "Your hair is so pretty and long and thick," she'd say occasionally.

When she was done, she flipped it over my shoulder so I could see it. "Look okay?" I nodded and turned back to my car.

"First day of school!" I shouted sarcastically. Farrah laughed and ran to the passenger side, hopping over the door and into the seat. I growled at her, and then I slid the door up and back down behind me as I sat in the driver's seat.

"Farrah! I told you not to jump into my car like that. I paid like a million bucks for this thing," I growled.

"Oh, lighten up." Farrah's unnaturally green eyes danced with the taunt. I rolled my eyes and gunned the engine to life. The power vibrated into me through the steering wheel and gas pedal. Farrah giggled excitedly as I turned around and inched onto the steep road. Then we were flying, sending up dust behind us as we hugged the canyon wall.

I parked in the spot closest to the door, where everyone stood gawking at my car. I locked it, threw the keys in my purse, and climbed out, facing everyone and smiling. One particularly cute, muscled guy walked up to me, his eyes wide and awestruck. His skin was extremely pale, though. Weird.

"Um, excuse me, but is that a Mercedes Benz SLR STirling Moss?" he said quietly. I nodded and smiled.

"Yep, the first o fits kind made. You like it?" The boy noded, grinning.

"Um... excuse me again for asking, but what's your name?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're excused. I'm Rhyan Wolfe. That's R-H-Y-A-N." (And yes, I know how ironic the last name is. But I can't help it. Farrah's is Saber (like sharp teeth), and Drew's is Cedars (like trees on reservations)).

The guy smiled at me again, his blue eyes sparkling. "My name's Ray Jackson. Are you new here? Because I've never seen you before. I would remember if I had." Blushing, I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm new here. I just moved from the Florida Keys," I lied. I'd been living here for fourteen years, and looked sixteen for seven of those years.

Ray smiled at me again. He just couldn't quit smiling! But oh well, he had a gorgeous smile, so no complaints. "Cool. Hey, what's your lunch period?"

I shuffled around in my purse for the little folded slip of paper that had my schedule on it. "Uh, sixth period."

"Me too! Great! Wanna sit with me, since it's your first day and all? Your friend's welcome to come, too," he added, looking behind me at the awestruck Farrah. She squealed quietly with delight and I nodded.

"Sounds cool. I'll meet you there," I said, grinning in spite of myself. Suddenly, Ray extended his hand.

"Can I just take a look at your schedule really quick?"

"Uh, sure," I said, handing him the paper. He smiled and pointed to a spot on mine and a spot on his own schedule. "Rhyan, we have English together! Hey, and gym! So I'll guess I'll see you there. Bye!" He grinned and waved turning and running off. It left me blushing.

"Ooh, Rhyan's got a cru-ush! Rhyan's got a cru-ush!" Farrah chanted softly in my ear. I turned and bopped her lightly on the head.

"Hush up, pup. Come on, we have to get to class." I wheeled and jogged up the steps to the front door, pushing it open. Farrah sprinted up behind me, waving goodbye as she took another hallway towards her first class. I looked down at my schedule again. Yay, Spanish...

The school seemed to be a labyrinth of hallways as I read the map that had been given to me. Finally, I spotted the Spanish room and darted towards it, slowing down at the entrance and taking a deep breath.

The teacher looked up from her desk as I entered and everyone else sat down at his or her respective desks. I started fidgeting with my braid again as the eyes of each person in the room locked on me.

"Are you the new student they were telilng me about?" The teacher scrutinized me over her horned-rim glasses. Ew. I nodded shyly, showing her my schedule. She initialed it and handed it back to me. "Everyone," she said, standing up, "this is Rhyan Wolfe. She's a new student from... where did you move here from?"

"Florida Keys," I managed to squeak.

"Ah, yes, the Florida Keys. A lovely place to live, I'm sure. Well, welcome to Spanish, Rhyan. You're going to love it, I'm sure."

I nodded shyly. "Yes, ma'am, I'm sure I will." Eager to escape the situation, I made a mad dash for my seat.

Isn't clumsiness so fun? I don't think so. In my desperate attempt at a getaway, I tripped over someone's foot, causing me to trip and fall. I ended up sprawled out on the floor, my books scattered almost all across the room. I blushed furiously and reached for the one under the desk by my head, but another hand beat me to it. I looked up to see who it belonged to, and almost slapped myself on the head.

Of course, I'd forgotten Drew was coming to school too.

"Hey, Rhyan. You need help?" I nodded shyly and Drew got up, walking around the room and picking my books up for me. He returned to his seat. "Um, are you gonna get up?" he chuckled. I looked down. Whoops. I was still laying down. I got up and dusted myself off, embarrassed and blushing like a tomato.

"Thanks," I muttered as I took the empty seat in the back of the room. Of course, I forgot my books. Drew grinned and came to set them on my desk.

"You might need these."

I mentally slapped myself. "Thanks, Drew." The bell hadn't rung yet, so Drew decided to stick around at my desk. He kneeled down, resting his head on my desk.

"So, how's little Corey?" he grinned, his russet eyes gleaming.

"Annoying as ever. Geez, he's worse than Blaire."

Another student looked up from his seat, diagonal from mine.

"Blaire Wolfe? The Blaire Wolfe? She's your sister?!"

"Yes," I replied shyly, laying my head in my arms where no one could see my face. Drew chuckled.

"Ah, so you're gonna be the popular one, eh?" I shook my head.

"Oh please, I hope not. I don't want to be the next Blaire of the tribe."

Another student, the one in front of me, turned around. "Tribe? Wait, you mean you're from that Indian reservation?" I nodded, slightly afraid. The kid sneered at Drew and me, laughing. "Ah, the nature freaks have arrived! Does this bother you at all?" he grinned maliciously, showing us a drawing of a lumberjack cutting down trees.

Drew stood up then, and I slid down in my seat.

"Do you have a problem with us, kid?" Drew growled. The guy shook his head, his weird blue eyes growing wide.

"Uh.. n-n-no. I don't have a problems with Indians."

"Good. Didn't think so." Drew shook his long reddish-brown hair out of his eyes.

"You didn't have to get all protective," I whispered as Drew looked down at me again.

"Hey, we gotta stick together, us freaks," he laughed, but only we knew the hidden meaning behind that. The freaks, the werewolves.

I smiled and looked down at my desk, just as the bell rang.

"I'll talk to you after class, okay?" Drew grinned as he gracefully manuevered desks to get to his own. I smiled and nodded, pulling my books out. Instead of paying attention, though, I sat there doodling stuff such as 'Drew+Rhyan', 'D+R Forever', etc. The bell rang quicker than expected, but I suppose that might have been because I wasn't really listening to anything around me.

I picked up my things and hurried out the door, looking for Farrah. I spotted her slim frame at her locker, just down the hall. Forcing my legs to move and my brain to function normally, I ran through the hall and finally arrived at her locker. "Do you know where locker 142 is?" I asked breathlessly. Farrah nodded and pointed down the hall, and I darted off in that direction.

"140, 141... 142!" I finally found it. And guess who's locker is right next to mine.

"I didn't know your locker was right here!" Drew laughed, taking some of my books and putting them in my locker. I put the rest in there, nodding.

"Yep," I said as I stuffed my huge backpack in there.

"Are you going to gym?" Drew asked, watching me jam my stuff in the much-too-small metal lockers.

"Yeah, why? Are you?" Drew nodded, and inside my heart did a double-back-flip.

"I'll walk down there with you, if you want," he smiled, looking over at my mess of a locker. Laughing, he removed a few books, stacking them more evenly. Before I could even say 'Thanks', he'd rearranged my entire locker so that it was nice and clean and... well, it didn't look like anything that could be my locker.

"Thanks," I muttered, slamming the locker door shut. Drew laughed.

"You're welcome, Rhyan." He grinned as we started walking off to gym.

"This is gonna be a disaster," I groaned as I pushed open the door to behold about fifty high-schoolers playing volleyball.

"Don't worry," Drew chuckled in my ear. "Just go get changed and we'll figure it out from there."

I sighed and nodded, sprinting down to the locker rooms. It was almost empty, so I had some privacy to change--thank goodness. I didn't really want to have to explain the big tattoo of our pack's symbol that covered my back, and my family symbol on my stomach. All members of the pack had them--the pack symbol was a strange circular marking with a wolf in the middle. My family symbol was just a humongo wolf with a small 'W' in white on its side. Drew's was the same, except his was a 'C'. Farrah's was 'S'.

I found the mirror and pulled my braid out, fixing my hair back into a simple ponytail. As I pushed the door open, I looked for Drew again. He was talking to one of the coaches about twenty feet away. I decided to not make a fool of myself, and slip over there.

"Rhyan, there you are! Coach Penn, this is Rhyan Wolfe. She's in my grade. You can mark her off the list," He grinned, putting an arm around my shoulders. I almost fell over, weak at the knees. DREW HAD HIS ARM AROUND MY SHOULDERS. Wow.

Coach Penn nodded. "Wolfe, Rhyan. Okay, you're supposed to be over at volleyball." I groaned, and Drew chuckled.

"You'll do fine, now go on!" He nudged me over to the group, and I watched Drew negotiating with Coach Penn. After about five minutes of running away from the ball to avoid killing myself, Drew ran over to my side. "Got him to let me be over here," he grinned mischievously.

"Great, then you can stand in front of me and get the ball!" I muttered, stepping behind him. I was clutzy beyond hilarity. If I ever hit it... it was definitely going to end up in the back of someone's head. Or I'd miss it and fall flat on my face. One of the two.

I won't comment on how gym went, but let's just say I was glad it was over as I took a shower and changed.


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