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“No, I am a bitch, but I know it.” She said, giving a too sweet smile before rolling her eyes. “Fine. You are still an asshole.” She wasn’t going to give him the last word, she didn’t even allow that to her brother.
“Oh, but I know it,” Forrest echoes, giving her a caustic smile. He rolls his eyes and keeps walking. She really was a bitch. Hopefully he didn’t have to see her more than he had too.
Caiden waited as the other man studied him, sure there was more to come, and he wasn’t wrong. His fists clenched at the thought of what they’d been planning, and he could feel his nails elongating before he took a deep breath. “I’ll keep an eye on it.” He said grimly. He could alert one or two of the other teachers too, or just the aides like him. Just to make sure that nothing else happened.
“Trust me,” Forrest says. “So will I.” He looks around the classroom a moment. “Hey, aren’t there supposed to be kids in here or something? You’re an aide right?”
Caiden watched the younger man with a bit of confusion, which only changed to a pained amusement when he started shouting. “What was that about?” He asked, curiosity winning out. If he didn’t ask, he’d be wondering for awhile anyways, so it was easier to just ask, and he watched the other man expectantly.
Forrest shrugs at the older werewolf. “Just taking care of some business,” he says innocently. He gauges the situation for a moment, trying to see if the teacher could be trusted. He looked young, more like an aide than anything, and the look of amusement on his face tipped the scales. “Johnson there is a shifter,” Forrest explains. “I caught him texting his buddies about getting money together for some new... safety measures.” His face grows dark and he shakes his head. “That’s what they called it.” He sighs and clenches his fists in his pockets. “They’re trying to hunt the local wildlife and shoot them with silver bullets. Not to kill them, mind you, just to graze ‘em. So they get some silver in their veins. They want it so we’ll start getting sick when we go on a hunt. Sick enough to leave campus, apparently.” He shrugs again. “It’s not a big deal. It was just talk, and trust me, they won’t be doing it again.”
“Be less of an asshole then.” Kat suggested haughtily. “You would be surprised what it will do for you.”
“Oh and you would know, right?” Forrest scoffs. “I suppose you’re just a ball of freaking sunshine.” He shakes his head. “Transforming doesn’t feel like anything,” he says, relenting mostly just on the hope she’ll shut up. “It feels like nothing.” He gives her a fake smile. “There. Happy? Now go away.”
Caiden didn’t look up from his book when someone entered his classroom. He might be required to be there for three hours a week, but that didn’t mean he had to be nice about it. “No, I don’t give notes if you missed class. Go away.” Mostly because half of his class was just pitting students against each other, how was he supposed to give notes on self defense? And if they couldn’t be bothered to come, he couldn’t be bothered to help them.
Forrest sighs and ignores the man. He stalks over to the window at the end of the classroom and heaves it open, leaning forward to hang out of it so far that if his mother was there to see it she’d have a heart attack. “OI!” he roars, glaring down into the grounds below. “JOHNSON! KEEP RUNNING MOTHERFUCKER! KEEP FUCKING RUNNING!” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a cellphone, which he smashes against the stone window frame. He then hurls at the figure walking hurriedly away below. Finished, Forrest sighs heavily and retreats, slamming the window down and re-locking it. He turns to look at the older man at the desk, and gives him a bright smile. “Sorry to bother you,” he says, dusting off his hands. He makes to move for the door.
Kat crossed her arms over her chest, keeping pace with him, although she noted with some annoyance that she had to walk much faster to keep up. “Because I asked.” She responded, unable to keep the ‘duh’ tone out of her voice. She didn’t see why he wouldn’t tell her, it was stupid. “And I am capable of nice. I am also capable of stabbing you. I am capable of a lot of things.”
“Are you capable of shutting up?” Forrest says, throwing his hands up in the air. He spins around to glare at her. “Seriously. You’re giving me a migraine.”
Kat backed away from him until she hit the wall, hand going to the knife hidden at her waistband. She didn’t trust him, even if she was curious about him. She blinked at his conclusion though, confused for a moment before anger set in and she rushed to catch up to him, kicking out at the back of his knee before she moved to stand in front of him. “Don’t be a fucking asshole.” She hissed. “I was being nice.”
Forrest freezes the second she touches him, his face instantly morphing into a sneer that most people found terrifying. Judging by the stick that seemed to be planted firmly up her ass though, he sincerely doubted it would work on her. “First off,” he says, holding up a finger. He stares down at her. “Don’t fucking touch me.” He glares at her until the growl that had seeped into his voice wore out. “Second off,” he says, voice returning to normal, “Why would I tell you?” He rolls his eyes at her and keeps walking, purposefully elongating his strides so she’d have a much harder time keeping up. “Nice? You’re not capable of it princess.”
She snorted and didn’t move, unwilling to do what he said, even if it would make her life easier. And if she was honest, she was a bit curious. She had never actually talked to a werewolf, not like this. Especially not one from his family, and she tilted her head. “What does it feel like?”
“What?” he asks, distracted for a moment by the shrinking of his claws. He blinks at her and curls his lip, annoyed that she was still standing next to him. “What does... transforming feel like?” He stops walking, staring at her distrustfully. Suddenly a smirk appears on his face and he folds his arms. He walks her backward until they’re closer to the wall, away from the rest of the bustling hallway. “It feels like... well...” he leans a little farther forward,as close as he can get without disgusting himself, and his smirk widens. He lets the suspense build up before speaking. “You ever had an orgasm, darling?” he says, pulling away as soon as he says it. Forrest winks at her and lets out a laugh. He turns on his heel and keeps walking, hoping she’d finally stop following him.
Her nose wrinkled. “You cannot tell me what to do.” She told him, lifting her chin. “And we do not kill babies or puppies. We put people out of their misery.” Or at least, that was what she’d been taught. That no matter how much they fought, they were doing a kindness. Those who had been bitten, or born that way, they were infected with a disease that it was better to die than have. She knew her family was more zealous than most, but it made sense in an odd sort of way.
“Yeah, okay,” Forrest replies hurriedly, not even bothering to be insulted by what she had said. He’d heard the spiel before. Crazy ramblings of his grandfather that had been passed down the line and into this girl’s head were nothing that he had an interest in. Especially since the rambling was mostly about how he and his other side of the family are complete scum. “I’m going to pretend that you didn’t say that, and then you’re going to go walk on the other side of the hallway. Okay? Okay.”
Kat could feel her teeth grinding as she restrained herself from just killing him right there. He was an O’Connell, she could smell, could feel it. And she’d been trained to kill him from birth, could do it, she knew that. Except she wasn’t allowed, and it rankled. But that didn’t mean she had to put up with him being rude, and she matched his stride. “Do not tell me what to do.”
“Oh my god,” he says in frustration, turning to stare at her keeping pace. “Go... Go walk down another hallway, will you?” he says, infuriated that she was trying to keep up with him. “Jesus. Don’t you have babies to go kill or something? Puppies?” Forrest shoves his hands in his pockets angrily, wrinkling his nose. He didn’t exactly appreciate having her so close to him. Being trained since birth to hate the smell of her and her family had made it so that even being this close to her made him want to transform. He feels his nails lengthen into claws and takes deep breathes to fight the urge back.
Kat did not want to be at this school. But it was important to Dimitri, and even Grandfather had agreed, so here she was. Walking down a hall with average students, some of which she would kill on sight in the normal world. But she could deal with it. Or at least, she could until she spotted him, and stopped dead in her tracks, shaking her head. “Oh no, this is not going to work.”
Forrest could smell her from a mile away. Sniffing out Malakhovskiis was something he was trained to do, and it was only made easier now that she had decided to cross the same path as him. He growls in annoyance and keeps walking, averting his eyes from her. He stalks past her frozen figure and nearly shoulders her out of his way. They were in the academy, and even he knew this was neutral ground. They both had a right to be there, and if he had to put up with it he sure as hell wasn’t going to change the route to his dorm to do it. He’d knock her down if he had to. “Get out of my way,” he says, not looking back at her.
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