Samantha Thompson is a junior in high school. She has had only three best friends for the past five years. What she doesn't know is that her friends are keeping a secret from her. They are all werewolves. She accidentally meets 'the new guy' named Carter. But he's not a werewolf nor human.
4. Chapter 4: The Assembly
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"Sam can I ask you a very serious question?" Carter stopped walking and leaned against the wall by the class room door. I nodded and stopped too. "Would you want to come with me to the dance?" He folded his arms across his chest and grinned with a raised eyebrow.
I stared at him. Speechless: my mouth attempted to say something sarcastic in response but I closed it. Instead I pushed past him blankly and went into the classroom to sit down.
I clutched my head between my hands and let out a huge sigh. I watched him come in and take the seat beside me. Then I forced my eyes to look at the board and try to read the agenda. He didn’t look at me at all. I turned towards him and scowled.
"It was just a question, you don’t have to look at me like that." He looked straightforward like he was reading the board too when he said this.
I felt my nostrils flare out and my foot started to twitch up and down with anxiousness. "I’ll go with you, if that makes you happy!" I crossed my arms over my chest and kept glaring at him.
"Did I offend you? Am I that horrible that I’ve ruined your day by asking you to go with me as friends to a little dance?" He threw his hands in the air and turned to face me.
"I said that I’ll go with you. Ok, just be happy that you’re gonna be the first person ever to see this in a dress. No wait, how about you go in the dress and I’ll go in the suit that would make it very easy on me. I’d feel a lot better about going." I laughed and pointed at myself thinking why did he ask me then, if we were just going as friends?
"You have got to be the craziest person that I think I’ve ever met. But I can see why your friends love you."
The teacher, Mrs. Lloyd, got up out of her chair to speak to the class. "Attention, Attention class this afternoons agenda is as follows. First we’ll start off with some warm-ups and then we have an assembly to go to. The assembly will take up the rest of the block so on your way out hand me your warm-ups and go to the gym." She sat back down. "Get to work, the problems are on the board, If you need any help just ask."
"I’m done already." I whispered to Carter and shrugged my shoulders.
"Me too, this class isn’t very challenging for you is it?" He sat back in his seat and stretched.
"Yea I’m smart enough to pass class with a C or better." I smiled at him and then our stare was interrupted.
"Good afternoon students today there will be an assembly about…" The intercom blurted out. It was Mr. Hench; he isn’t too excited about today’s big assembly. "It starts at twelve forty- five. So teachers need to let students out of their classes a little early, twelve forty sounds about right. So there it is and I’ll see you all at the lovely assembly." The intercom gave its last screech and shut off.
"This is going to be a disaster." I sank down into my chair and covered my face with my hands.
"Why? And don’t do that, please."
"Don’t do what?"
"Cover your face, it’s much too beautiful for it to be covered." He reached over and grabbed my hands from my face and placed them gently in my lap.
"Ha! Yea right like I’m pretty compared to you." I smiled playfully. He frowned and moved on.
"Why is it going to be a disaster?" He tapped my hands in a comforting way.
"Well you know me, anywhere there’s people, there’s me making them laugh. Only they don’t laugh with me, they laugh at me. ‘Ha ha there’s that nerd again!’ ‘Let’s see what she does this time’" I mimicked the rudeness quite perfectly. Carter laughed and I heard him get out of his seat.
"Time to go buddy!" He sounded like he was trying to be funny. It worked and I giggled. I took his hand that he offered me and got up. I wanted to let go of his hand but he held onto mine tightly.
"Why are you still holding my hand?" I asked him getting myself into an awkward conversation.
"I’m going to promise not to let you fall and make a complete idiot of yourself. Ok?"
"And you’re going to do that by holding my hand?" I bit my lip and stared up at him.
"Yes, because I won’t even let you think that you’re going to fall. By holding your hand. And look we’re halfway to the door no problems yet. Trust me you’ll be fine as long as you don’t let go." He took our linked hands and shook them. "Just don’t let go."
"Fine. I like holding your hand anyway." I stuck my tongue out at him quickly then bit my lip harder.
"Nervous? You look really pale do you need to sit down or go to the nurse or something?" He looked at me concern was all that I saw in his expression.
"I feel a little weird but other than this…" I threw our linked hands up in the air. "I’m fine, just the usual discoloration of my usually pale face, no big deal." I smiled and made my hair fall over my face.
"Ugh, don’t do that to me. If I had longer hair I wouldn’t do that to you! That’s not fair you know." He let go of my hand and wrapped his arm over my shoulders and moved the hair out of my face with his other hand. I shivered; he was freezing. How could he be so cold? "Sorry. I don’t carry around any extra body heat with me. I’m always cold." He let out a short and somewhat embarrassed, private laugh.
"Really that’s weird. Why are you always cold?"
"Oh I don’t think that you’re ready for that story yet, maybe another time." He just smiled at me like he was trying so hard to cover something up. He looked away.
"Whatever. I don’t think that I want to know." I laughed and accidentally let out a snort and kept laughing. He in turn laughed back. As long as he was laughing and not running away from embarrassment to be seen with me in public.
"Look we made it to the gym!" I pointed out so that he would drop his arm; he didn’t.
"And no one got to see a show on the way down here. Oh what a shame. Some people would pay to see that trashcan accident again." He chuckled loudly and I jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow.
"Sam! Hey Sam! Over here!" I looked up to see Mikey, standing up on the bleachers flailing his arms in the air. "Sam!"
"I’m coming!" I yelled back and then Phil walked past us holding Emily’s hand. I stared at them and he gave me a look of hatred. I broke the glare and looked at the floor. That’s one look that I couldn’t bare to see on Phil’s face. I hated that look so much I wanted to cry. I almost started to, had it not been for Carter’s secured hug that took me by surprise, I would have.
After the awkwardness of the hug, I started to tear up a little. I just can’t stop thinking about Phil. Carter and I climbed the bleachers and sat down next to Mikey. Then Tony came up with us and sat down next to Carter.
"Hey. Carter right?" Tony took his left hand out of his pocket and shook hands with him.
"Yea, Tony right?" Carter seemed to flinch by the grasp of Tony’s hand when they touched each other.
"Aww you two are a cute couple!" I said tapping Carter’s shoulder. They let go of each other and turned their heads to face the gym. Tony leaned in front of Carter to talk to me.
"You don’t mind do you?" Tony said leaning in farther.
"No, not at all." Carter sat back and didn’t take his eyes off of the gym.
"Sam? What’s wrong with Phil and you?"
"Nothing! I don’t see anything wrong do you?" I gestured towards Phil sitting lower than we did, still holding Emily’s hand.
"Uh, are you serious? You must be blind to not see that he hates you right now! Why does he have this ‘I hate the world’ stare on his face then?" He looked down at Phil and then looked back at me.
"I don’t know! I didn’t do anything wrong!" I wanted to run out of there, to be alone with my thoughts. Before I started to really let the tears fall. Carter rubbed my back, almost like he sensed that I was fragile and needed a little comfort, as he kept his eyes on the gym.
"Right, you don’t know what’s going on with Phil. Well I’ll tell you one thing being with him isn’t gonna make Phil any better!" He pointed at Carter like he wasn’t right there listening to everything.
"I’m not with him like that! You know it! I’m gonna go down there and ask him, we’ll see what he has to say about that!" Ah! Now why did I have to go off and say that? Ugh today just needs to end already! I got up. "Excuse me! I have to go ask my best friend what his major malfunction is!" Carter got up and moved out of my way. Then he grabbed the arm of my hooded sweatshirt and I spun around to face him. He glared at me with his big green eyes. Tony and Mikey got up ready to pounce.
"Let me go. I can explain it better than you can." He pulled me back to my seat and made me sit down; once I sat down they sat down too. Until I got back up and got hold of Carter’s jacket and made him stop.
"How could you explain it better? He’s my best friend! And what could you possibly say to make that ball of anger like me again?" I pointed at Phil again and this time he was sitting straight and rigid on the end of his seat with his arm around her.
It was weird watching Phil with another girl; the only other girl that I’ve seen him with is my mom. He was being all protective and mysterious over her. Like she’s a bomb that’s going to explode any second and the only way to save the school would be for him to hold her tightly and tell everyone to calm down. But then something clicked in my head. I put two and two together and asked myself a question. ‘If that’s how he looks around a girl he doesn’t know, I wonder what he looks like when he’s around me?’ We must look like we’re a couple, is that why he’s mad at me, for not noticing this before?
"Do you honestly want to travel back down these flights of bleachers to just talk to him? Or would you rather fly to him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear?" Tony and Mikey looked at each other and started laughing. Carter’s face, on the other hand, was sweet and serious. "Because I don’t think that you can make the trip down there by yourself!" Carter stood aside and waved his arm for me to walk past him. I got in front of him and he gave me another hug with his tight gripping arms. Tony and Mikey got up again defensive. "Do you just want me to go with you?" He whispered in my ear and I shook my head ‘no’.
"Again with the body guard crap! Sit down! Please!" I let go of Carter and started walking down the thin aisle of people. "Excuse me, Excuse me." I said as I passed every person. When I got to the end of the aisle where it opened up to the stairs, I froze. Had I actually made it up all this way without tripping? "Carter, Carter!" I yelled for him and he was there in an instant.
"You need help don’t you?" He smiled and held his hand out for me to grab it.
"Thanks." When we made it down the bleachers to the aisle that Phil was sitting in, I let go of Carter’s grip. He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows; concerned. "It’s ok, It’s not like he’s gonna bite me!" I laughed and quickly forced my way through the narrow aisle of book bags, purses, and knees to Phil. "Hey!" I said with a quick and quiet half sweep of my hand.
"Oh, hey. What’s up?" Phil smiled then noticed Carter in the background behind me and the smile was gone.
"Umm… Phil I came down here to talk to you." I clasped my hands together tightly and dropped them.
"About what? Can’t you just talk to me later?" He didn’t look at me. He was mad already and I hadn’t even said anything to offend him, yet.
"Ugh! Boys they suck don’t they?" I switched my glare from Phil to Emily. She just looked at me and started giggling. "I wanted to ask you something, is that such a crime for best friends to do, to talk to each other!" I shouted at him, angry. ‘Just look at me!’ I screamed in my head.
"Yea but the assembly’s almost over and we still have another block to go before school’s over for the day. I’ll be over later, talk to me then!" He shouted right back, nostrils flaring and cocked his head. That was a movement that he had picked up from me.
"I want to know why you’re being such a jerk to me and ignoring me!" It came out fast and loud. The bell rang and just like everyone else in the gym, he got up and walked in the other direction with his new girlfriend holding onto his right hand traveling behind him.
A hot streak of tears wanted to break free out of my eyes but I held them in. I stood there, on the bleachers frozen; embarrassed. Carter, somehow, made it through the people leaving and wrapped a secure arm around my waist and walked me down the rest of the bleachers and all the way to fourth block with my eyes shut.