Chapter 86
Claire's POV
I'm pulled from my daze of the space around me when my sister rolls down the dirt driveway with her red mustang convertible
"what are you doing?" I call out to her, walking quickly down to the car2
"Catch a ride from someone else, I can't deal with you this morning" she says and backs out before I can stop her
I'm to dumbfounded to speak or move, I watch her drive away
"are you freaking kidding me" I groan and clench my fists
I quickly pull out my phone and dial the one person who's got my back "Tara I need a ride" I tell her, hearing her answer
I hear her laugh on the other end but I continue to frown
"the devil leave you again?" She uses her nickname for Victoria
I pout
"yes" I say quietly
She laughs again
"I haven't left yet, come on over" she says and I sigh and let out a sigh of relief1
"Ok, thank you" I say and hang up
I walk two houses down and still see her car in the driveway. Just as I start to walk up to the door I see her walk out. Her dark brown wavy hair is pulled half up, letting the rest flow down her back and shoulders, her curled bangs frame the sides of her face. She faces me and smirks, her lightly tanned skin complemented by her white tank and black jeans. She skips her way over to me with a smirk plastered on her face.
"Don't laugh" I frown crossing my arms
"I'm sorry it's just I can't believe your parents just let your Sister leave you" she shakes her head, blue eyes turning from humour to anger "it's ridiculous" she says as we walk over to her car
"Yeah I know" I say softly with a shrug
"but I have a free ride anyways" I say and hug her neck from the side
She laughs and shrugs me off as I step over to the passenger door
"who said it was free" she raises a perfectly arched eyebrow and smiles, holding out her hand. I just laugh and get in.
As she parks in front of the school we both sigh, neither of us wanting to be here on a Monday. I grab my bag and begin to get out.
"wait" she says and I turn back to her, enjoying the warmth of the car for as long as I can
"let's get out of here, let's text Lawrence and then go for a run" she grabs my arm and shakes it
"come on, my dad had me on lock down all weekend since that mini attack-" last week there were two wolves who tried to enter our pack, somehow they skipped past our defences and got in. They didn't attack anyone or steal anything but both ran off before our warriors caught them. Everyone's been on pretty high alert since
"I need to run" she practically begs but I just smile and shake my head.
"I'll never understand your parents, just because you're a weak wolf doesn't-"
I perk up at her words
"I'm not weak" I say harshly, cutting her off
Her eyes widen as she registers what she just said
"I'm sorry Claire, I.... I didn't mean that" she say, her shoulders slump but I just chock down the tears and shake my head, I can hear it from others but not my best friend
I grab my bag and get out of the car before she can say anything else. I'm not weak, I'm not, I wish I could prove to everyone that I'm not. I don't care what my parents claim, I'm a strong wolf....I feel like a strong wolf.
I sigh and shake my head, I walk up with the rest of the students and try to head to class without an incident with any of my lovely pack mates.
After first and second goes by slowly I step out of the classroom. Someone bumps into me and I stumble forward
"watch it weak mutt" I gasp at the insult from the boy who sneers and passes me, a boy I recognise as one of Beverly's man whores and also a pack warrior. I frown and watch him walk away. I've heard commented like that from practically all of my peers....I try to ignore it.
The students bustling to there next class while I look for a familiar and friendly face. A smiling, waving boys walks over to me and I return the smile
"hello Claire" he says in a teasing tone
"Lawrence stop, you know how much I hate my name" I say with a smile, him putting me out of my bad mood as he nudges me with his elbow
Like all male werewolves he is extremely attractive. His dirty blonde hair collects in waves on his forehead, his brown eyes are soft and teasing as he smirks his pink lips, hiding his pearly whites, tan skin glowing in the dim hallway lights. His jeans hug his toned legs and his grey T-shirt hides his muscular chest. He's the one other friend I have who has never judged me or looked down on me.
"Sorry Claire, you ok?" He asks as we walk to class together
"I'm fine... Beverly ditched me at home today and I had to catch a ride with Tara, she just said something to me this morning" I shake it off and look down at my feet as we step through the halls of students
"What did she say?" He frowns and pulls me to the side, cornering me against the wall1
I shake my head
"it doesn't matter, nothing I haven't heard a million times before" I try to down play it as much as possible, I look away from his eyes, knowing he can read me practically better than anyone
He pulls me into an unexpected, but welcomed, hug. I smile against his chest, his tall figure cocooning me in. His presents is warm and comfortable, we've been friends for so long, he's just so familiar.
"Wow" I hear clanking of heels as the voice travels to my ears and I step out of Lawrence's reach
"not saving yourself for your mate? I wish I could say I'm surprised, but you'll probably never find him anyway and even if you do he won't want you" my sister sneers, flipping her light brown hair over her shoulder
"get a room you two" she starts to walk away and her three groupies follow after her. They are the popular, or as I call them 'bitchy', group of the pack. Yet the boys still chase them like dogs....appropriate I guess.
"We'll get a room as soon as you keep both your sets of lips shut" he calls out loudly across the hallway, ending with an angry growl.
Beverly stops and I can hear her gasp from three yards away. She growls at us but stomps away, her fake friends still standing, shocked at Lawrence's words. They scurry off after Beverly calls after them angrily....I'm going to get punished for that.
Watching as they walk away, I hit Lawrence's chest
"why did you do that?" I whisper yell as people continue to stare "now people think we're like....together" the last word is hardly audible but with our hearing I know he heard me
He smirks
"would that be so bad?"
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