06

CHAPTERS 06

I know that voice. That’s Weston. He remembers me, he remembers everything, and just hearing him call me what he used to—a mute freak—made memories of freshman year flashback vividly.

I couldn’t relive that, I couldn’t go back to that, I can’t. I can’t, I can’t.

There’s a slam and I shake out of my in-head mantra.

My eyes widen at what I see.

Weston’s head is slammed against the desk he once sat at and Gnashton is the culprit. Gnashton slips his fingers into Weston’s brunette tresses, I watch how he roughly pulls against the strands with enough force to lift Weston’s head as the boy cries out in pain. Then Gnashton’s lips twitch and he slams his head forcefully back onto the desk.

He does this once, twice, four times and I see the consciousness leave Weston’s eyes.

The class is screaming in panic while some have pulled out their phones and are recording the whole thing. Ms. Fidel is holding the school phone frantically talking to someone but I can only vaguely make out that she’s contacting the main office security.

I rush over to Gnashton who’s eyes flash into a look I’ve never seen before but the darkness scares me and it takes everything in me not to stumble back like a wuss. Trembling with courage I didn’t know I had, I grip his shirt tightly and tug hoping for some kind of response that wasn’t him pummeling me into the ground and leaving me for dead.

Gnashton slips his fingers out of Weston’s hair with his brown strands of hair still sticking onto Gnashtons large hands. He looks at me, his dark eyes cause my hands to shake but my hand never leaves his shirt as I tug him away from Weston. I didn’t expect him to budge but he does, I flinch as Weston’s body slips off the desk and falls lifelessly onto the floor. His body turns and I see a glimpse of the blood that drips down his neck from his head and I feel the overwhelming need to throw up.

Gnashton steps in front of me, blocking my view of Weston and I shakily lift my head up to look into Gnashtons eyes that were no longer black but a dull, emotionless green. My fingers that weakly held his shirt slip off and almost weightlessly slingback to my side.

Three security guards all burst through the door and each tries to take hold of Gnashton but he throws them all off him as if they weighed nothing and he walks out of the room.

The only question I had was, ‘why.’

But that question would never be answered…

Would it ?

Niklaus Wade

‘I wish they’d just shut up.’

I show Hazel what I wrote in my journal and she gives me a sympathetic smile while nodding in agreement. She hands me a bandage that I use to wrap around my finger. She offered to do it for me but then remembered how I have touching issues and handed it to me instead.

« It’s not my business but what did happen ? » She asks me as she leans back against Hunter, her mate.

He’s gingerly running his fingers through her curly locks, whenever he runs into a tangle he meticulously combs through it so that he doesn’t hurt her. He treats her like she’s his prize possession and adores her in ways people could only wish their mate and lover would.

They are truly that couple you always envy but couldn’t hate because they limited PDA, were respectful of others, and were kind to everyone. I couldn’t even hate Hunter when Hazel started spending more time with him because he’s such a gentleman about it. I wanted to hate him, truly I did but there are just some people who you want to hate but hating them just made you a horrible person.

I turn to a clean sheet of paper and begin to write my long response to her question and I inform her about everything. I didn’t tend to keep things from Hazel because there wasn’t a need to, she’s understanding and gets me. She’s amazing, it just sucks that her other siblings are annoying and not my type of people. They share similar features and look quite identical as they were quadruplets but they were all so different at the same time.

‘I didn’t see the beginning but I did see Gnashton smash Weston’s face into the desk repeatedly until he became unconscious.’

When I show Hazel what I wrote, she gasps and leaps off of Hunter but winces as Hunter accidentally pulled her hair due to Hazel’s quick movements.

« Babe, are you okay ? I’m so sorry. » Hunter apologizes immediately.

Hazel turns around to look at Hunter and smiles with a nod. She touches the side of his face gently and presses a soft kiss onto his lips that Hunter welcomes instantly.

I gag silently and turn away. My eyes shift to the cafeteria filled with students until my eyes land on Caspian who sits on top of a circular table with people gathered around him. His body is expressive and it looks like he’s telling a story of some sort so I conjure up that he’s probably telling an overdramatized version of what really happened with Gnashton.

Caspian loves playing with his fate which meant he was the head of the gossip that went around the school. Everything came from his end in a version unlike how the situation or the story he told actually happened. I could only imagine how he was turning things around but he especially fueled rumors and gossip about Gnashton and it was so hard to understand why.

It was also hard to grasp why he surrounds his lies around Gnashton when he’s violent and impulsive in his actions. Caspian has had a taste of Gnashtons full rage, it put him in the hospital and despite him being a werewolf himself it still took a humanly long time for him to heal. It’s like he enjoyed being beaten, like he thrived off the pain.