4.Plot twist
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CHAPTER FOUR
PLOT TWIST
“And he clearly said you should bring me along?” Jack questions, shifting in his seat to peer at me under his narrowed eyes.
“For the hundredth time, yes. Mateo said we should go the party tonight and that I should bring you along,”
“You do realize we are talking about Brian Sinclair’s party, right? Like the Brian Sinclair,” He starts the engine of his rundown, second hand car. I should have known not to ask him to pick me up today morning of all days. Or even better, I shouldn’t have told him about my weird interaction with Mateo at this very moment. I’d kept it to myself since yesterday, mostly due to being in disbelief. I had been waiting all day for someone to come out and tell me its all just a silly prank but nothing. Instead, I’d caught Mateo giving me a slight wave and a small smile when I was getting out of school yesterday to rush to the bookstore for my shift.
“Yes, I do know that. Can we just get to school?” I whined, putting my seatbelt, “I’m not about to ruin my chances of a good college because of a late attendance,”
Not bragging but I do have a perfect attendance score. Okay, maybe I’m a bragging a little.
“Nobody just gets invited to Brian’s party. Let alone by one of his best friends,” he says almost to himself before he puckers up, eyes widening as though he has just discovered the world’s most insane treasure, “What if yesterday was opposite day? Or perhaps the government changed fools’ day and we had no idea?”
“Look, he gave me juice boxes. Before you ask, they weren’t spiked with anything and neither did they expire. Besides, I don’t think Mateo is that mean of a person,” I shrug.
“What if its Valentina’s plan and she wants to make sure you have the worst birthday in history? So she uses your obvious crush on Mateo to lure you?”
That thought hadn’t crossed my mind. Hell, I’d spent the entire night full of dreams of Mateo. I freeze. Could he truly be that kind of a person? To be fair, I didn’t really know him. On the other hand, Valentina is someone that would go to any lengths to make sure I have a bad day.
“You think?”
“You can never be too careful when it comes to the popular kinds,” he shrugs, driving into the main road, “ I mean, why else would he suddenly be nice to you and on your birthday?”
My shoulders slump against the chair as I swallow the bout of bitterness clinging to my throat. Well, the feeling did feel good while it lasted. With my gaze turned to the outside, I watch the familiar streets lining up towards our school, my thoughts deep. I take a deep breath choosing to focus on something else.
Most people are always excited about the night of their seventeenth birthday. From an early age we are taught just how important this particular night is to a werewolf. Its like the quinceanera in Latin American culture. Or the Umemulo in the Zulu tribe of South Africa. Or whatever other communities prefer. When it clocks the middle of the night to end their first day of their seventeenth birthday, the wolf part of them comes alive, integrating with the human side. From then on, they become part of the society of werewolves. They can attend meetings, training and participate in any of the pack’s activities. Most people see it as glory.
But I’m not as excited as I should be. To me, officially becoming a werewolf means, giving more access to Valentina to bully the hell out of me. I’ve heard of the horrific tales that happens during pack activities. The high-ranking werewolves are openly known for demeaning the likes of us; the omegas. Supposedly so, its much worse than anything Valentina has done to me so far. Jack turned seventeen last month and he is about to start training with the new batch. On the hand, I plan to stay as far away from the pack as possible.
We are heading to class when we get stopped in the hallway by my chemistry teacher, Mrs. Calloway. She is all smiles and I have to admit, the pregnancy is making her glow in all the right way.
“My favorite students,” she coos.
“Good morning, Mrs. Calloway,” We greet her in unison.
“Good morning kids. Can I talk to you for a minute, Amber?” She speaks.
“Sure,” I say following her after sharing a confused look with Jack.
Mrs. Calloway hums something unintelligible under her breath as we walk into the teachers’ room. A few teachers are already in, some of them gossiping next to the coffee machine. They barely acknowledge us as we retreat to the corner where she sits.
“Remember how you asked me if there is anything more you can do to improve your chances of going to a good college?”
“Yes?” My ears are puckered up now.
“Well, I may have just the answer to that,” she smiles, “ The school is starting a program for students tutoring fellow students and I signed you up. Only a few of you were picked from the junior and senior years for the trial run,”
“Wait, really?”
“Yes,” she says, “As a matter of fact, you are already paired up with a student who you’d be tutoring specifically for chemistry. Not only will you be in charge of deciding your meeting time, but we have adjusted both your schedules to make sure you share chemistry class,”
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Calloway. I promise I won’t disappoint you,’
“I know you won’t. Oh, and here he comes,” she smiles at someone behind me.
“I don’t know what this is about but I do not appreciate being summoned to the-“
“You’ve got to be kidding me, “ I must said that out aloud because both Mrs. Calloway and taller boy looked at me.
“Excuse me?” he questions, eyebrow raised and the same dead pair of eyes pinned on me. Like I had just pissed in his cereal or something.
Theodore f*****g Fairchild.
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