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Raiden's POV
"Give that back" - I barked, trying to move my foot a bit.
She hopped childishly away from me, giggling like a new born baby.
"What's so special about this handkerchief... that's made you tried keeping it away from me?" - she asked, straightening out the panties with her hands partly spread out.
I wished I could blindfold or do anything that would prevent her from checking out the panties. I suddenly let the reality sank into me and she straightened out the panties in front of me. I couldn't help but bit my lips badly and the squeezed panties straightened out itself in her hands.
"Is...this... really...a...pant?" - she stammered.
She had barely completed her words when Makayla tilted her goddamed neck towards her direction, stretching every strand of muscle in it towards the panties dangling in her hand.
"Yes, it is..." - Makayla chipped in.
Why in the name of the Moon Goddess would this awfull creature jump into conversations like this? Not at this crucial stage!
I couldn't wish anything else but to see Makayla getting razed down by fire, right in front of everyone. I detest her with all my might.
"I don't think you have something like this?" - she added, moving closer to Sasha to examine the panties herself.
"No, I don't...I don't th..." - Sasha murmured, trying to figure out what panties could be doing in my pocket.
"Yes, you don't have panties like this...you only wear G-strings...so it's obviously not yours" - Makayla cut in.
Sasha left the panties in Makayla's hold. Makayla pinched it up above her head, staring at it marvelously before bringing it closer to her nose.
"This piece of rag is for Keira...it stinks like her" - Makayla sniffed.
It took everything within me to restrict my wolf from pouncing on her and tearing her apart. I hated her the more.
Sasha walked towards me and halted right in front of me. This time the look on her face wasn't apologetic, but desperation. She raised her chin high and locked my eyes with her. I could feel her stare popping out my eyeballs. From the look of things, I need no shaman to describe the hell that has come upon me.
I determined not to fret nor shiver at her sight. I would stand my ground against her, even if it's to tell lies upon lies. I would make sure I don't turn into a laughing stock in front of these devils.
"Don't tell me you're expecting me to ask questions before you explain yourself!" - she growled, making me feel troubled.
"I think I should be the one raising his voice at you!" - I managed to bark at her.
I intensified my stare and made her feel like I was trying to pick out a dirt with my stare. The expression on her face made exposed how crazy she's fast becoming.
"Excuse me..."
"Excuse you...?" - I snapped back at her, bringing the space between us to minimum.
She looked lost and confused. I could tell she had oceans of thoughts flooding her head, worsening her situation by making it difficult for her to adopt one.
"Which of your friends dropped that panties in my car?" - I asked, breathing heavily on her.
My question did no good but damage on her. I have never seen her as confused as this before.
"What are you talking about?" - she screamed, almost sounding teary.
Wait, is she really going to cry?
Who cares, all the best for her!
I've got to play this role well enough to win this scene. I walked out on them before an exposing question would get thrusted at me.
"Ask yourself and your friends" - I roared as I stormed out of the the building, leaving them to perish in the ocean of confusion.
I knew I did a perfect act up from the way my wolf couldn't stop jumping in me. I walked briskly into my car, shutting the door behind me before heaving a sigh of relief.
What could've happened if I hadn't done what I did?
I can imagine the whole school coming down on me.
NIGHTMARE
Keira's POV
I walked home with a worrisome look on my face. I couldn't tell if should inform my dad about everything that transpired today or just act like a normal being sheltering a coal of fire would do.
Why would I ever want to tell Dad in the first place?
I'm sure I wouldn't want to start from that night in the woods.
I stepped into the house to be received by the sweetened aroma of candles. Everything about the house looked different. I marveled at the sudden serenity that befell the house.
Well, it's not that the house isn't always serene though.
My eyes rolled in their sockets as I carefully moved towards my dad's room. Taking each step majestically to avoid staining the neatly mopped tiles. I almost mounted the staircase successfully, when my dad walked out of his room. His face looked pale still, but cute with a little smile dancing across his face as he grinned at me. His skin stood well against the perfectly sewn pyjamas sitting well on him.
I couldn't help but sob as I wrapped my hands around him. I missed him real bad and I wished he would lift me up and place me of his large back, sing lullaby and watch me sleep before placing me in my bed, just as he'd always do when I was much younger.
"Hey darling, how was your finals" - he asked, pulling me up to reach his shoulder height.
"Dad...it...was... fine" - I sobbed.
"C'mon baby, what's wrong?" - he asked, pulling my head backwards, to make his gaze fall on mine.
"Did you have a bad day again?" - he asked, trying to decode the untold story boldly scripted on my face.
"Yes..." - I nodded.
He had pressed my head into his chest, patting me on my little back, before I remembered I hadn't asked after his health.