To Trust a Werewolf
Sophie was only supposed to come in breifly to attend Bella's wedding, but after a series of events she finds herself living in La Push with a werewolf who claims to be her true love. Can she find it in herself to fit in to the claustrophobic town and fall in love with the one and only Embry Call?
I'm doing a universal disclaimer for the entire story. It's not mine. None of it. Wish it was, but sadly it's not.
4. Chapter 4
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“Let’s see here, hmm. Yes, here it is right here. That’s your schedule and this is your homework pad, there’s a map of the school if you flip to the back. That’s it, have a great day.” The school secretary clacked away from me in her overly chunky wedges. I got the feeling she didn’t like me very much. That I was a hindrance. Just to prove my point, a moment later she swiveled on the spot to tell me another wonderful tidbit. “Oh and unfortunately you can’t drop any of your classes because, well, school started two weeks ago. We did take your other school’s schedule into account and tried to match the classes as best we could,” the school secretary told me in a hurry after seeing my face. My schedule was completely fucked up.
“P.E?!?” I exclaimed looking at the woman in horror. She looked mildly sorry, but simply shrugged. “I’ve never taken P.E. in my life, and wood shop? Can’t I have psychology or journalism?”
“We don’t offer those classes, dear. Wood shop was the only elective available at short notice. Here, if someone drops out of any elective you’ll be the first one in line to take it. Your GPA is impressive so I’m sure you can handle a little bit of building and sawing,” the secretary praised and peered over her glasses at me as I looked at her with utter loathing. Then the bell rang. “Well, get to class.” I grabbed my bag off the counter, marched to the outer room and straight into the first girls’ bathroom I saw. I could not do this. Not only did I have to walk to school, but I was also in shitty classes. This was not how my year was supposed to go. I took a deep breath. Well, there was no point in going to this high school if I didn’t go to class and no point in staying in this nasty bathroom that smelled like pee. I’d just have to make the best of it. I kept that as my mantra as I looked up where my first class was. Just make the best of it.
It was hard though. Everything was so foreign to me. I was used to having lounges in every classroom, grand staircases, and huge specifically designed architectural buildings surrounding me. Not one-story, brick, enclosed structures constricting my breathing space, dilapidated desks, or grimy tile bathrooms. I groaned loudly. The few people in the hallway that were leaning against the lockers looked at me strangely as I hiked up my designer bag monogrammed with my name on it. What?
walked into my math class just in time. Everyone was already in their seats, so they all had wonderful views to gawk at me when I first entered.
“Ah, the new student,” the teacher commented easily. She couldn’t have put it better. I was brand spankin’ new. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?” No. I don’t want to. I want to slide wordlessly into a seat and not get up until class is over.
“Sophie,” I say, and everyone’s still staring intently at me. Emily was right. There wasn’t a blond head in the entire class.
“Take a seat then Sophie.” I complied and walked to the back. Every footstep felt like it echoed against the tile floor excruciatingly loud. I winced and ducked into my seat just as the teacher began class. Except when I sat down the desk fell back a good inch making me yelp. Everyone stopped for a moment to stare at me as I realized the desk legs were uneven.
I raised my hand, “Do you think I could have another desk?”
“That’s the only one that’s left,” the teacher told me sympathetically. “If you want a better seat you’ll have to get here earlier.” Just like that she went back to teaching and my face burned with embarrassment.
It dragged on forever. I knew everything she taught already, but at the end of class she still suggested I needed a tutor to catch up. I really didn’t, but I didn’t have time to argue or I’d be late for wood shop. This class was on the far side of the building, closer to the woods. Go figure. Well, the school was surrounded by woods, but nearer the denser portion. I stepped into the classroom and I noticed every single person was male. Every last one, even the teacher.
“Ah, are you lost?” one of the older boys asked me kindly. The class was mixed in age ranging from seniors to freshman. Luckily, the teacher answered for me.
“You must be, er, let’s see, Sophronia De Lorme. Is that right? Did I say that right?” the teacher, a heavily bearded man, asked me. Personally, I think he looked like a woodsman in his plaid shirt and hiked up khaki pants. All he needed was the ax.
“Sophie,” I told him gently and he nodded making a correction on his paper.
“Right well, um, take a seat next to Garret. He doesn’t have a partner yet.” He pointed towards the first boy that had acknowledged by presence in the room.
“Wow, gutsy, wood shop?” Garret grinned at me as I planted my butt on the stool next to him. He was a bit too tan just like everyone else, but his hair was a strange brown that waved around his face. I looked at him and smiled back. I actually smiled back.
“This was not my choice,” I told him honestly and swept my long hair over one shoulder. His brown eyes followed my movements.
“I figured, so where are you from?”
“I like that. Mysterious. You look like some kind of Disney princess with that hair, you know?” he joked and stretched out his hand to stroke the hair hanging by my shoulder. He had that distant look in his eye like Emily did when she petted my hair. It was like a prize that they envied. It was just hair though. I didn’t see anything special about it.
“Hey, Sophie!” someone suddenly shouted in my ear and I jerked back the other way towards Garret, falling off the stool. He caught me in his arms just before I hit the floor.
“Quil!” I gasped, trying to right myself back on my seat. “I didn’t know you were in this class.” I really wanted to add that everyone looked alike so there was no possible way I could discern him, but I think that might not have a smooth transition in this conversation.
“You walked right past me,” Quil pointed out to me, but he never took his menacing eyes off of Garret.
“Didn’t see you.”
“You can come sit by me.”
“Well, the teacher told me to sit here,” I stated confused, but made to seize my bag all the same. Garret grabbed my forearm and I stilled.
“You don’t have to, Mr. Kramer won’t care,” Garret said smoothly before pushing me back into the stool.
“No, she wants to sit with me,” Quil grabbed my other arm yanking me gently to his direction. Mr. Kramer looked up at us and a shadow crossed his face before getting up and stomping over to our little spat.
“What’s going on here?” he demanded with his hands on his hips and both boys let go of my arms like they were on fire. My arms flopped down to my side uselessly.
“Quil here thinks that Sophie wants to sit by him.” I turned towards Garret in surprise. Wow, he actually just tattled on Quil. What are we? Two?
“It’s just that Sophie’s already a friend of mine, sir,” Quil said in a respectful tone clasping his hands behind his back in a picture of innocence. Garret scoffed.
“Miss De Lorme, why don’t you sit up here with me today? It seems that throwing in a little estrogen sends them all wild. It’s a wonder how they get through their other classes,” Mr. Kramer told me with a pat on my back and I just rolled my eyes, getting up to place my bag right next to the chair by the teacher’s desk. This was so stupid. “Now, Sophie, have you ever worked with wood?” the teacher asked me and I turned to him with a what-do-you-think expression. “Okay, let’s start with the basics.” Mr. Kramer, I figured out, was in love with inanimate objects. He was fascinated by the texture, color, smell, and anything else about wood. Like he had birthed it or something. “Here, you try.”
“Sir, do you think it’s possible for me… not to do this?” I asked him hesitantly and he almost looked like he had a coronary.
“I don’t understand what you mean?” Mr. Kramer thundered causing everyone in the class to look up at us.
I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and continued. “It’s just that,” I paused for effect and to bat my eyelashes, “my nails.” I raised my hand and showed him my neat, perfect nails. I wiggled them, smiling alluringly at him, and he looked shocked. The class started howling with laughter. I looked at them and some of the boys went as far as to fall out of their stools unnecessarily. Quil even had a chuckle or two.
“Yes!” Mr. Kramer said heavily stroking his beard in amazement. “This is wood shop, not a salon. No exceptions, not even for you.” Thank god the bell rang because my jaw was hanging somewhere below my navel. He told me ‘no’? That wasn’t possible. I had asked him nicely. Quil was the one who came to my rescue, carrying my books and me out the door with him.
“Don’t ever tell Kramer that again,” Quil scolded once we reached the hallway filled with packed students. His height made the crowd part easily, letting us through faster.
“What just happened? No one’s ever said no like that,” I told Quil and he gave me a humorless laugh before rounding the corner.
“Sophie, no one’s going to let you get out of things.”
“What? Why not?”
“This is high school.”
“What are you saying? Boarding school isn’t high school?” I was so confused. I’ve never been to a place where someone was so mean. Couldn’t he understand my dilemma? They were my nails! My precious nails.
“Never mind, where the hell is Embry?”
“Where are we going?”
“You have P.E. with Embry and I. Mixed classes, like wood shop.” It was just then that I noticed we’d entered a large building with a wooden floor and bleachers. The walls were painted with emblems showing the school mascot and colors.
“Oh my gosh, it’s so cute. It’s like a movie,” I said in wonder and every single person in the vicinity turned to stare at me, including Quil. They looked at me like I was an alien.
“Have you never seen a gym before?” he asked me quietly pulling me towards a red door on the far end of the room.
“I’ve never had P.E. before.” Quil groaned.
Ten minutes later I was dressed in an ugly gray shirt with matching cotton shorts and my tennis shoes. I’d luckily worn them today. I was informed that I would have to be changing into this lovely ensemble everyday. So this was why so many people complained about high school in the movies. I’d never understood. Ever.
We shuffled out the locker rooms and immediately I saw Embry and Quil. They motioned for me to join them, but I was cut off by the gym teacher stepping directly in my path.
“I understand its Monday, so we’ll start off with something easy.” Everyone waited with bated breathe. “Kickball.” And the crowd went wild. Except me. I’d never heard of this ‘kickball’.
“Since Sophie is the new student, you can be a captain and Chad you can be the other.” All eyes swiveled in my direction as the teacher backed up to show me to the class. I blushed. Chad decided that he wanted first pick and I would have first kick. Okay? I’d no idea what he meant so I just went with it. He picked Embry. I could see the light in Embry’s eyes flicker and die as he trudged to the Chad’s side. I picked Quil. It was the easiest choice. Mostly because I knew him, but also because physically he was just the best. He was really the captain any way. I had no clue who anyone was and he just whispered names in my ear as I called them out.
“Okay, captain, you’re the first one up,” Quil told me, pushing me to the beginning of the line that started forming.
Quil took one look at my blank face and said, “Oh shit.”
“Play ball!” the teacher, aka the referee, shouted.
“Just kick it when he pitches it,” Quil said pushing me forward to face Embry a few feet away from me. He was juggling a bouncy ball in his hand grinning wickedly. I didn’t even have time to ask just what exactly he meant before Embry rolled the ball my way and I just stepped around it.
“Strike one!” The ball was back in Embry’s hand, only this time he looked uncertain. Quil was trying to tell me something in a hurry, but the ball was rolling towards me again. I stepped out the way. Was I doing this right?
“Time out,” the teacher called, holding her hands up in a T-formation. “Sophie, you have to kick the ball.”
“Why?” That seemed dumb. I really did not understand the fundamental value that lied beneath the exterior of this game. Every student stopped their chatter to listen in.
“Well, because it’s called kickball and that’s what you do,” the teacher stuttered, trying to find a reasonable explanation. Had no one asked her this question before?
“What’s the point of it though?” I snuck a peek at Embry and his face looked as if he was appalled maybe, or embarrassed. I shouldn’t have been upset. I shouldn’t have because I didn’t really feel any sort of connection to him, but it hurt all the same. Wasn’t he supposed to love me or whatever?
“The point is to score points and run around the bases. Have you never played before?” The teacher’s tone was one of incredulity. Her eyes were widened in disbelief.
“No,” I whispered and I could just hear the snickers behind me and see the shouts of laughter of the people standing in front of me.
“Why don’t you sit and watch this time then,” the teacher pointed to the bleachers and the walk over there felt like the walk of shame. Like I’d done something horrible. I climbed up to the very back folding into myself at the top corner. It was then when the game resumed that I allowed the tears to fall. I didn’t understand this strange world at all. I was being punished for being incompetent. No not punished, shamed, and that was worse.
I sniffed and rubbed my eyes furiously, letting my hair shield my face from view, but out of the corner of my eye I still saw Quil and Embry looking at me. As if they had heard me sobbing quietly to myself, but that was impossible, I was yards away from them.
The bell rang and I walked slowly down the steep bleachers. I didn’t even have to look up to know that Embry was waiting for me at the bottom.
“You okay?” he asked me gently.
I was so fed up with that question, so fed up. It might be the reason why I snapped, “I’m FINE! Could you leave me alone?” Embry took a step back as his eyebrows hit his hairline. I furiously walked away through the red door and immediately all the talking stopped. I looked up to see everyone looking at me, but trying not to. It was one of those moments where you just know you’re the topic of conversation. Partly because the conversations stopped once you entered the room.
I threw my clothes on knowing I’d probably have a lonely walk to lunch, but I was wrong. Embry was there waiting for me like a… well I don’t want to sound cliché, but like a puppy.
It really was too much. He should hate me for yelling at him. Despise me for embarrassing him in front of Quil (I wasn’t sure if everyone else in the class knew that we were friends), but he didn’t, he just smiled and held out his hand for me to take. I bypassed the hand and went to wrap my arms around his narrow waist. He was pleasantly surprised. He hesitated before rubbing my back soothingly as I held onto him for dear life. I pulled away when I heard a door swing open and a group of girls walked out the locker room.
“Oh, hey Embry.” One told him appreciatively and she eyed the short distance between us. He nodded to her smiling slightly before turning his dark eyes back to me.
“So, lunch?” he asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets awkwardly. I nodded tentatively before falling in step next to him.
“I’m so tired. Sam had me running double shifts last night,” Jared groaned, laying his head on the lunch table right next to his three empty trays. Yes, three.
“You know why,” Paul said ominously letting his eyes slide my way. I was used to this by now. There were still secrets I couldn’t know. They’d talked of nothing other than ‘pack stuff’ for a solid hour and they’d lost my interest within the first five minutes. I was prepared to be the only girl at the table when I sat down, but was relieved when Jared’s imprint, Kim, plopped down next to me.
“I’m so happy you’re here. It’s been a nightmare sitting here by myself,” she confided in me. She was a nice girl, not all that great looking, but she seemed genuinely pleased that I was here. It was more than I could say for all the other girls in the lunch room who either gave me weird or malicious looks.
The pack apparently was an elite table to sit at and I had the ‘in’.
Kim stroked Jared’s ebony hair fondly before placing a kiss behind his ear. He lifted his head to grin wolfishly at her.
“I miss Jake,” Quil sighed and Embry nodded with him. Again Paul’s eyes found me.
“What?” I asked, finally breaking the dam of annoyance that had been building since I sat down. “Why do you keep looking at me?” I didn’t know who Jake was, I didn’t care about their super secret official pack business, but I did mind when I was being treated like I had leprosy.
“Nothing,” Paul said quickly as Embry looked between us. Embry’s eyes settled on me and he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “Don’t mind, Paul. He’s jealous.”
“You wish, Call,” Paul muttered furiously. “You know why I’m looking at her.” Embry pursed his lips.
“Drop it,” Jared ordered.
I grabbed my bag and slid out my seat. “I’ve got French next.”
“But, the bell hasn’t rung,” Embry told me desperately.
“I know,” I stated in a flat voice and walked off. I’m going to lose my mind before the year’s over with.
The rest of the day wasn’t so bad. I didn’t have any more classes with the pack because I was a year younger than everyone. No more mixed classes. The curriculum itself wasn’t that bad and I found myself interested in some subjects, and disappointed because I’d already knew things in others. It was just the people that made it terrible. They were acting as if I was Hester in the Scarlet Letter. Did I have something stamped on my forehead betraying my sins? No, I don’t think I did.
Embry met me outside to walk to Sam’s house at the end of the day.
“Sorry I wasn’t there this morning; I barely made it to school on time. I was out on patrol,” Embry explained. It was true he did look ridiculously tired like Jared. I marveled at him for a second. If I were a werewolf school would be the last thing on my mind.
The way home seemed pretty uneventful until we reached the driveway of Emily’s cottage. Embry reached over unexpectedly to grab my hand and envelope it in his own before quickly realizing what he had done; he pulled away.
“I’m sorry! That was an accident.” His face resembled one of utter remorse. He looked alarmed with himself.
“It’s fine,” I shrugged. What the hell, right? It’s a hell of a lot more comforting than the constant stream of glares behind me.
Embry breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s just so strange. I have these urges and I just have to be near you, but then when I’m near you I have to touch you and make sure you’re okay. Then if I touch you…,” he gulped, trailing off. He looked at me apologetically as he tried to explain the complexities of imprinting. We were in the house by this time and by the looks of it Emily and Sam weren’t home.
“Do you want to watch TV or something with me?” I asked lamely. It was a pathetic attempt I know, but I didn’t want him to leave me right now. I craved company and he seemed more than willing to be it.
“Sure, you’re not going to make me watch one of those girl shows are you?”
“I don’t consider What Not to Wear a girly show. You can always improve in you’re dressing abilities,” I chuckled. Holy crap, did I just laugh? Yes, I think I did, and Embry realized it too. He looked at me in wonder and awe. We sat down on the couch a few inches away from each other, both of us clearly uncomfortable.
“Do you see that hideous outfit?” I commented randomly after a few minutes. I couldn’t take our silence anymore.
“What’s so bad about it?” Embry asked me, genuinely confused. He swiveled his head towards me cocking it to the side.
“Well, for starters it’s orange.”
“I have loads of orange shirts.”
“This is a jumpsuit,” I corrected him.
“Well…,” he trailed off with an embarrassed smile on his face.
“Oh no, please don’t tell me. Say it isn’t so.” I covered my hands over my ears in mock distress.
“I have a jumpsuit,” he laughed.
“OH MY GOD.” I fell over in a fake faint crashing onto his warm lap.
“Don’t be jealous,” Embry chided and I broke out into a fit of giggles. I clutched my stomach from the exertion finally catching my breath.
“That’s about right,” I told him seriously and his brown eyes looked down at me, sifting over my face in amusement. I turned back, embarrassed, toward the TV leaving my head on his lap.
“Do you think I’ll ever fit in?” I asked him quietly.
“Yes, I’m sure it just takes some getting use to,” Embry struggled, trying to get his words right. He must have heard all the gossip about me flying through the halls. I was officially known as the dumb fake blond. How stereotypical. I was not dumb and I was naturally blond. What do they want me to do? Dye my hair to fit in? I think not. Embry at least didn’t seem to mind if I was socially awkward.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must have because I woke up as Embry was carrying me to my bed.
“You leaving?” I muttered groggily
“I’ll see you in the morning,” he breathed in my ear and I shivered.
In my seriously, seriously altered state of mind I uttered something to him that I still can’t believe to this day. “I’ll miss you.” Embry stopped walking to look down at me. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see his expression. His smile couldn’t possibly get any bigger.
“I’ll miss you more,” he assured me and the last thing I felt before drifting off were his lips pressed to my forehead.