Mind Your Temper

Quinn sat there in quite a shock as Michael went to give his mother some medicine. He knew he was doing his best to try to be there for her, but hell was taking its toll on Michael. Quinn couldn't believe that they had both ended up as such screw-ups. He almost had to laugh at how nervous he was before telling him, when now he was comfortable because they were in the same position. "Dude, I'm sorry about your mom and everything. I know it's hard for you." Quinn apologized before knowing that he was going to have to answer the questions that Michael had asked prior to having to comfort his mother. Michael just nodded softly, and made the notion that he indeed wanted those questions answered and Quinn huffed softly in fake protest. He needed to get it off of his chest anyways, now that he knew he wasn't alone. "I guess I was just mad thinking about Eve - that's the girl... I felt like such a wuss to be comforting her like that, but I felt like it was my fault. I guess sometimes I see a lot of me in the guys that we hunt every night. Even though they're only human girls, I still don't feel right hurting them like I have been Eve. It makes us no better than them. Still, all the while I hated that I acted like that with her..." Quinn answered, completely truthfully. He wasn't going to be giving up his wolfish livelihood for any human girl. Michael seemed to nod, either sympathizing or agreeing. That was when the thought occurred to him: "would you do it again if you were out in that position again?" He asked his best friend...

Michael looked like hell as he returned. It was obvious he was worried about her. He bit his lip, running a hand through his hair. Everyoe usually just thought he was tired, he was. In all truth he was. But the thing was, he was always tired. He was tired of being tired. He sighed as he sat down. He then looked over at his friend, offering a small smile. He then coughed into his arm softly. He heard him and nodded, "Yeah. Thanks, man. I'm sorry about your's and what happened." He said softly. He knew his mother had died. He then said, "Igh. Yeah." He sighed softly shaking his head gently. He sighd and said, "Yeah. I felt had. It made me angry and kind of sad that someone had made her cry. I don't like seeing people cry. My mom has cried way too much for Everyone. I hate it. I hate seeing tears. I-I hate it!l he said angrily. He then sighed. He then said, "If I could...I would. That's the bad part about this. It felt..fine. Is that a bad thing?" He asked and as he looked at his fried. He knew his bestfriend wouldn't tell anyone. Just like he wouldn't tell anyone anything about his best friend. He then said, "Especially If she was crying I would do it again." Hell he hated his father. He walked out on then. It pissed him the hell off.

Quinn listened to Michael answer his question and sighed. As much as he hated to admit it, he felt exactly the same. They were in two different scenarios, but they had the same results. Quinn didn't have to love the girl to be a sympathizer with her when she needed it. He was just doing her a favor when she needed a friend, and that was it. Nothing more. That was why Quinn felt so close with Michael: they both understood each other so well. Hell, they even were sharing the same problems now! Though that had started when Quinn's mother had first fallen ill. Things had turned bad for both of them then. "Yeah, me too, I think." He replied to Michael's answer. Then he yawned and he felt the tiredness setting in. "I should get home and get some rest for school."

Michael sighed. He hated to admit that to even his closest friend. He ran a hand through his hair gently. He then said, "Yeah. See ya man." He stood up and helped him up as well. He then said, "Bye." He then watched as his best friend left him. He then sighed. He took a shower, then went back to sleep. He got up in the morning and put on some clothes quickly. He was late. AGAIN. He sighed. He then ran to school quickly. He made it there, going into the building. He sniffed the air around his locker. There didnt seem to be anything wrong with it. He opened it moving away before something could hit him. Good try Richie. He thought to himself. He sighed softly as he ran a hand through his hair. He didnt get how she could hate him SO much. He then sighed. He saw James and growled as he started to walk towards him. He caught his arm and said, "Douche bag! Why the hell are you framing me?" He said growling. He then took out his phone reading the message aloud. He then said, "That's what you sent to everyone but her. I am not to blame!"

Eve got up in the morning. She shook her head. She then sighed taking a shower. She soon stepped out drying herself off. She got on some white skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. It was right near her breasts an stomach. But tat was ok. She was skinny, but she did have some curves. She then grabbed her backpack her hair fixed, her piercings in, and her makeup done. She then sighed knowing it was going to be hell at school. She bit her lip going downstairs. She then sighed softly. She quickly left. She made It to school. She noticed all the guys seemed a bit more horny than usual. She sighed feeling bad for the girls. And on occaison some guys. She felt her ass touched an looked back around and glared. She did not like to he touched in those areas. She started walking her ass being patted down as she went. She had her fists clenched and her teeth gritted. She made it to her locker where she felt someone tocuh her breasts. She looked up and said, "Stop!" It wasnt funny. She then sighed as they continued on their way of torture.

Logan woke up with a tear-stained face. She had done well to compose herself when she had met the wolf, but besides that she felt herself completely crush to fragments. Especially her heart. She had cried herself to sleep and still woke up with more to cry. She sighed as she got into a warm shower, but she didn't stay in there very long but got out fast. She wore a nice dress again, one that was lower than usual in the breast area. She didn't want to make it known that this James thing had ruined her. She got to school early enough to set revenge on Hayes, but she wasn't up to her usual standards. She set a prologue in his locker with some things that could come out and hit him, but the main course was in the study hall room. A traditional water bucket when you tipped the door... She wished for more, but she had forgotten to plan last night. She guess it would just have to work...

Quinn crashed as soon as he had left Michael's house. It was better that way anyway as he felt himself tossing and turning with the urge to resist thinking of Eve. He needed to do something that would make her seem like something different in his mind. A slut? A bitch? Anything to get her off of his mind as that innocent, helpless girl that he had cuddled with. He showered quickly when he had woken up and the plan for Eve had just come to him... It was perfect. It could change his view of her at these times. He rushed to school and passed the note around: act as if you're horny and keep touching her. He didn't know why he had planned it really, he thought as soon as he walked in. He watched from a back corner and tried to make himself invisible to her questioning eyes. He didn't know why he did it now... He really wanted it to stop. He didn't like the uncomfortable looks she kept giving, and most of all he didn't like that they were touching her. He had told them to do it... And regretted it now...

Michael sighed. He then said, "Seriously. I didn't do it. If I had, you would know. Because I would've made you done it in a way that makes people not cry."he then pushed him into his locker. James got pissed and retaliated. He punched Michael in the shoulder. Michael glanced back, and grabbed his arm anld then punched him in the face as the guy tried to punch him with his other. He then left him like that. "If I haven't told you. I'll tell you once. Don't fucking touch me." He had a personal space issue with most. Even Quinn. Richie as well. It was only when he was a wolf, that the issue receded. He ran a hand through his hair, as he went to class. He had sensed the bucked, and made someone go before him. He watched as it hit them. He then glanced back at Richie and said, "Seriously? ask your ex what happened. OR better yet, take his phone while he's unconscious and see the sent messages he sent to everyone." He then went into the classroom. He sat down and crossed his arms. He then looked out the window. A pissed look was on his face. He really didn't like to be framed for something like this. He didn't like to be framed period! He certainly didn't like the fact, that it had made someone cry. A girl in particular. He shook his head sighing. He then laid his head down on the desk. He heard feet approaching. He ran a hand through his hair. He let out a sigh gently.

Eve didn't have another shirt, so she could put that on. She guessed it was the wrong day to wear tight clothing. She sighed. She then felt one put his hands on her waist. She flipped around and glared, making him laugh but back off, as one of his buddies touched her ass again. She sighed. She then grabbed her books and hurried to class. At least they couldn't get to her tits. She felt them pat her ass as she passed. She had study hall first. She sighed and groaned. Quinn was in there. She sat down in a seat, and curled her legs up. Now they couldn't touch her. Or so she thought. She then laid her head on her knees. She had her knees to her chest. She sat like that. She wondered why they ALL decided to touch her today. It was annoying and she got enough of the stares from her brother. He never really touched her, so that was good. He just did everything else, but touch her. She ran a hand through her blue hair. She also played with her piercings. If she didn't have her piercings on, her lips looked full. With them on they seemed full, just not as full. She guess she was blessed with full lips. She licked her lips gently so they wouldn't be dry. She then looked out the window, while she played with her piercing. She felt a tap on her shoulder, but didn't turn around. She didn't know who it was, what they wanted, if they wanted anything. She just didn't turn around.

Logan could sense the tenseness that was radiating off of Michael. His words were acidic and he had a growl to his tone of voice. God, he hadn't even gotten to the pranking part of the day yet! She regretted even setting the prank now; she hadn't felt comfortable with pranking him in the first place. When she had woken up, all of her ideas for planning had come to a standstill and she didn't want to prank him. Maybe that was because she kept thinking of that chocolate brown wolf in the woods and how calm she felt then. She almost regretted disturbing that solitude and calmness of it by going back to her old ways. It was like she was leaving that part of her behind when she went to the woods, but it had reawakened in her in the morning. Her hatred was too much for her serenity. She was taken aback a little when Michael growled at her about her now-ex boyfriend. She looked at him as he prowled by her like a wolf hunting his prey. "Hayes, what do you mean by that?! I know it was you! The only reason James would ever hurt me is because of you!"

Quinn walked into the study hall room after watching her walk down the hallway, hugging close to herself as he watched every guy ravage over her body, whether with eyes or in touch. He sighed a little as he growled, regretting that he had created this mess by telling everyone to touch her. He hated himself for taking out his anger on Eve, but that was what he needed to do. Keep separating himself from her. Not to mention that she had dressed like a slut today; clothes that left nothing to the imagination... He partially liked it, but he also knew it was wrong. She was with him in a study hall first class and he tried to keep his distance, but he was enchanted with looking at her. He liked the way that her blue hair fell like a waterfall over her shoulder and his eyes were glued to his face as she licked her lips, subconsciously seductively, and tugged on her piercings. He couldn't take it anymore - she was driving him crazy. He went over and tapped her shoulder. When she didn't return with a glance or words, he sighed in a huff. "Is there a reason you're dressed like a slut today, Eve?" He asked in anger.

Michael was not in the fucking mood for this shit. He ran a hand through his hair. He heard her an sighed. He then said, "Really? Ask anyone! They'll show you the message! He sent the whole school a text saying he was going to break up with you in front of the entire school." He said. He then said, "It. Was. Not. Me." He had a sincere tone to his voice. He then added softly, "If it had been, I would've done it in private so that you didnt have to do the humility. Ok? Besides, I don't appreciate him saying it was my fault when he's a dick. Oh and by the way, he slept with one of your friends when you two were together. If you should hate anyone. Hate that Mother fucker. Not me!" His eyes had changed a bit to where they looked like the wolf's almost. He shook his head and opened the window jumping out of the window. He lande on his feet. He then started walking, his hands in his pockets as he did so. He hated liars. He hated then! He hated rumors! Besides James Ha been a friend of his till the idiot started saying stuff about him, to his FRIEND mind you! He hated him. He hated him alot.

Eve always wore skinny jeans. The only reason she had this shirt on, was because she didnt have any clean clothes at home. Her brother hadnt washed laundry. She also thought she had a t-shirt at the school she could put over it. She frowned. She looked out the window thinking. She felt eyes on her. She didn't care. They could look all they wanted. They weren't getting it. She sighed closing her eyes a flash of black wolf coming to her. She wished he were here to make them stop. She curled up a bit. She then pulled her knees to her chest. She felt eyes of lust, loathing, jealously (from girls) and most of all she felt eyes of hatred from some of the people. She glanced up seeing even the teacher looking at her. She sighed shaking her head as she looked out te window her hand still on her lip piercing. She heard Quinn and sighed. "I thought I had a t-shirt in my locker, and my brother didnt wash laundry like he said he would." She then turned her blue eyes on him. She figured she might as well be honest. She wasnt a slut though. "Oh, and if I had dressed like a slur don't you think I would've showed skin?" She said tilting her head to the side gently. Her teeth still inn her lip. She didnt come out of the position she was in. She just looked at him waiting.

Logan was quite scared. In all of the time that she had known Michael, he had never yelled at her like that. But hell, she shouldn't have been taking it so hard... It wasn't like they were friends or anything. They were the exact opposite of friends, in fact, with little to do with each other except nasty words back and forth and bitter prankings. Still, she was used to the boy who looked at her with fiery eyes and a wicked smile with his hatred for her, but not one who screamed at her like she was stupid or something. As she gazed upon him now, she couldn't help but compare the two - not really quite sure of which one she liked better. They were the same of course: same eyes, same hair, same mouth that formed an evil smirk, but they were so different. Looking at him now, she almost wished he had been like this with her from the start. At least she would've know where he stood with her. No guessing or feelings that had her heart rush and her face flush. No, all of that was wrong! She feared this version of him more than anything she had ever seen and preferred it that way, though it made her shake as she stood there in front of him. "No! It was you! It had to be you!" She accused him. James had promised love for her and never looked at her with anything than that burning love. It was Michael who had caused him to change his ways like this. She knew it; she could feel it. She had know it since they had waged this war that there were going to be some casualties... Apparently it was with her heart... "You have this sick twisted game of pranking me and if getting to me through James is how you're doing things now, I don't want it. Leave me alone!"

Quinn felt that he had better bring it to her attention that she was dressed like a slut. That sexy shirt, that damn sexy shirt, left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He had to admit she had the perfect body; he only wished she wasn't showing it off like that. Her excuse was pretty half-assed too. So your brother forgot to do the laundry? Do your own damn laundry. Just don't come to school looking like you walked out of a porn magazine or something. Ok, so it wasn't that tight... It sure did beg for a second glance and give a boy some bad thoughts. Even Quinn... He just couldn't help it. While he might not have been completely attracted to human girls, it still made a boy think. No one would blame him either... Not when you could she the full outline of her curves like he could. It made his mouth water in a way for something other than the taste of human flesh. "Oh, Eve, you really shouldn't lie. We all know that you're just dressed like that to get attention." He saw the anger come into her face, but he was in no mood to feel regret for her. He wanted to make her feel something... Anything... Just a thing that would make her blue eyes turn yellow with flames of emotion, even if it was only anger. "If you would've showed any more skin, no one would be looking at you without getting sick." He insulted. That one he knew hit deep, and he regretted it instantly... Maybe he went too far with that one...

Michael rolled his eyes. He then yelled, "CHECK THE GODDAMNED PHONE!" He then disappeared. He was so fucking pissed. How the hell was it his fault!?!??!!? It wasn't!!! God he hated this. He went and got him some breakfast. He turned to school. He then sat down in second period. He went across the room this time. He didnt want to be near Michael. James then said, "Hayes!" "Don't. Talk. To. Me." He managed to say lowly. He gave him a piercing glare. He stood up as James told them all some shit. He stood an grabbed him by the collar and slammed into a wall. Tell them you half assed liar!!! Tell them! It wasn't me!" He said eyes dark and his muscles tense. Finally James confessed. James then told Logsn it wasn't Michael. Michael dropped him. He then grabbed his bag and went to the door. All the while the teacher was yelling at him. He didnt take any notice whatsoever. He felt something hit his head. It felt like a book. He looked back seeing who had thrown it. "Dumbass." He said before walking out. He did not take lightly to all of this, he did not like bung blamed either.

Eve glared at him hearing him. "Really? You think lieing?" She shook her head. She didnt need this shit from them. They didnt know anything about her. She heard him and narrowed her eyes. "Really? That's all you have?" She shook her hea her heart hurting. She didnt know how much more of this pain she could take. A tear fell on the desk as she gathered her things. Her face hidden by her hair. She went out. She then ran to the locker room. She dug in her locker finding a t-shirt. She switched shirts. She didn't, couldn't take muh more of them touching her. She curled into a ball there. She sniffled. She couldn't, wouldn't take much more of their teasing, she felt more tears fall. She couldn't be mean! It wasn't in her nature! She heard the bell ring and hurried to class. The English teacher told them their partner. She was with Quinn. She just didnt take any notice. She felt eyes on her. She felt someone touch her ass she went to go sit where the teacher told her to. Actually she felt many touch their ass. She just went to her seat and looked away from everyone. She got out a notebook. She then saw a note from her brother. She glared and crumple up the piece of paper. She then put it in her bag. She heard the bell and stood leaving. The note fell out of her bag, it read Enjoy your day at school. I'm pretty sure you'll have a touchy day that jerk had known. She sniffled knowing she wasnt going to cry now.

Logan went to her classes and she felt bad. She didn't know what to do anymore. Either Michael was lying or James was lying... It was a choice between the boy who had been the love of her life and the boy that had a relationship with her based on deceit and hatred. She felt like crap when she was sitting in her first classes. Her thoughts kept moving between both boys and she couldn't concentrate, not even on either of them.she knew she didn't have feelings for Michael - in fact, that was a territory she would never venture down. He was too unstable, too wicked minded for her taste. She was just the outlet for him to take his anger out on anyways. Nothing more. And James? James was in love with her but he had promised never to hurt her... Now he let a stupid guy like Michael get in the middle of their love. When Michael suddenly appeared for their next class, she was slightly relieved to see him. He made James apologize and admit to being an ass and blaming Michael. It didn't make her feel better though, because she didn't want to forgive Michael. She didn't want any different feelings for him. When he left after that, she ran out after him. "Wait, Michael!!"

Quinn felt like an asshole again as he made Eve cry again. He didn't want to break her down like this; he didn't want to hurt her at all! Yet, something about her entranced him to speak to her... Unfortunately, the words came out all wrong. Not that he really wanted them to speak his mind either... He wanted to show her that she wasn't a freak, but that didn't mean he wanted to be close to her either. Quinn had learned with humans that if you complimented a girl, it obviously meant you liked her. All he wanted was to make her feel better without any strings attached, but humans were weird like that. Unfortunately that view of her in that tight shirt kept invading her brain and he couldn't think straight. He kind of wished that it was him who was touching her; he hated all of the guys who did so. When first period study hall was over, he shook his head vigorously to try to get her off of his mind, but nothing seemed to work. Her image was imprinted there and he was stuck with it...English didn't make it any better when the teacher called off partners for their research paper. Eve was his and he didn't even know where she was at the moment. That was his fault too... When she came in, he assessed her and saw her tear-stained and changes. No more tight shirt to make him horny by sitting beside him. "I'm sorry." He finally whispered after sitting with her in silence for a few moments. "I guess I'm just arrogant when it comes to your beauty..."

Michael was so sick of this shit. His head hurt too! He just wanted to be the guy that everyone ignored. He sat in class waiting for the bell to ring impatiently. When it did he sprung out of his seat not caring. He heard Richie. Who the hell called him Michael anymore? Oh so they were on first name basis now? Good to fucking know. "What?" He asked agitated, he then turned to her stuffing his hands in his pockets. He seemed to have cooled off for now. He looke at her without a glare in his eyes and without a growl in his voice. He glanced down at her. He was a pretty hug guy. His shaggy hair was dirty blonde and his facial was pretty handsome. He was sexy on days. Today was one Those. He seemed to only be sexy when he was pissed. He leaned against the wall as he waited for her to talk. He looked down at her his eyes having calmed to a green. He didnt seem to register some girls looking at him. His attention was on the girl. "Come on Princess, spit it out." He said patiently. A James with a black eye walked past looking like he was going to hit Michael. Michael just watched him. "Watch out Hayes." "For what? Tell me! What? What the hell do I have to watch out for? You're dumb ass? Go to hell." He had really pissed Michael off. It was a hard thing todo. Michael was a good natured guy, he just worried about his mom an that came off as him pissed.

Eve wiped at her eyes consciously. She heard people laughing at her. She just seemed to go down in her seat more. She looked away unhappily. She then sighed softly. Looks like she was stuck with him for awhile. They had about thirty minutes in class left. She sighed. He was the main reason for her tears. She looked down at her hands. There were scars on them. She wore bracelets to hide her wrists. She had some on her back, but those weren't from herself. Her father had dug nails into her back and scraped them down her flawless skin. He had told her dice she had flawless skin he was going to make it not flawless. He had done so. She grippe her hands together shutting her eyes at the memory. She sniffled softly. She then sighed. Her tears dry and she had no more tears to shed. She would later, but for now she was good. She then heard him say he was sorry, but didnt say anything back. She heard his next words an said, "Please. please don't say that. Don't try and trick me into believing you actually want to be my friend or some type of aqaintance." She wouldn't be able to take it. She turned her deep blue eyes to his. Her make up was a bit smeared but it made her all that more pretty. She found herself meeting his eyes and turned away. She didn't need this. She felt a paper ball hit her in the head. She didnt read it. She just got up with shaky hands and threw it away before sitting back down. She kept her gaze on her shaking and cut up hands. She saw one that had opened up. She reached into her backpack and retrieved a bandage. She set it on there gently and spread it out and made it stick good. She then brushed her hair out of her face. She heard Quinn start to speak and licked her lips gently ready for herself to speak. She looked at him ready. Her gaze was sweet and vulnerable.

Logan couldn't think straight as she followed Michael and he turned around to glare at her. The expression on his face was just too gorgeous that it caught her heart in her throat. She almost choked on it, and the words couldn't come out. What did she want to say to him anyways? All that was running through her head was: I love you but that seemed kinda stupid to say to someone she hated so much. It was just the way that he was leaning up against the wall that made her think that way. He looked like a sex god at the moment and she couldn't help but bite her lip. James had never looked so hot like that, in her opinion. What am I doing?! she thought to herself. This was the insanity of a rebound talking, not her orderly mind... Still, she was aware of the girls in the hall... The way their eyes wandered over to ravage Michael's sculpted chest. It made her want to get closer to him and claim him, though she wouldn't do that - she couldn't! When James came over to them with a black eye, she had to fight laughter but held it in as best she could. He started trying to provoke Michael and she marveled at the way he seemed to growl. It was hot. When he started to react to him, she grabbed his arm, "Hayes, he's not worth it! Stop it!" Why she was trying to save both of them, she didn't know. She wished Michael would beat his ass. When she had gotten him calmed down she spoke. "I'm sorry. For blaming you." That was it... She didn't know what else to say to him...

Quinn watched the way Eve trembled. It was his fault and he had the urge to transform into a wolf and change those tears. He would give anything for it. He growled a little at the scars and cuts on her wrists; he wished she wouldn't hurt herself; he wished that it wasn't his fault. She choked out for him to stop when he tried to apologize. Maybe it was true; maybe it was her beauty that had brought him to target her as his victim of bullying. When he had first seen her in school, his heart had raced uncontrollably. That feeling had scared him because he had never felt it before. And he didn't want to feel it again, not for some human. Whatever it was that had made him feel that way before had evolved to hate within days. He had been taking it out on her for her beauty ever since then. Maybe it was because of the way that he wished he could find a she-wolf that could make him feel that rush of fresh air that she had. He watched her fiddle with herself as she didn't know what to do. But whether she liked it or not, they had to work on this project together and there was no way of getting out of it. Their English teacher had already declared that pairings were final and non-negotiable. Eve told him that she wasn't falling for his tricks of trying to get close to her. "I'm not trying to trick you into anything." He told her flat out. "I thought telling a girl that she was pretty was supposed to be a compliment. I'm sorry you think it that I'm just trying to take advantage of you, but that's not the case. "Even if it were, we have to work together on this stupid thing so we might as well get used to it. Let's call it a draw for now, okay?" He asked. Then he noticed the weird scrawled handwriting in her notebook that she finally settled on the desk. Reading the "enjoy your day at school. I'm sure you'll have a touchy day," he snorted. "Who's the douchebag?"

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Michael watched her, then James had come over, pissing him off. He felt her tiny hand on his muscled, arm and glanced down at her. "Don't worry, James, I've got you later dickhead.' He then calmed. He heard her, noting she still hadn't let his arm go. "It'll be fine. Next time try to have faith in me, yeah?" He asked. He then offered a small smile. He shot a grin, and ruffled her hair, not noticing his hand brushing her cheek. "See ya later, I've got some ass kicking to do.' he then pulled his arm from her grip, noting the jealous glares she was getting. Well what the hell? He smirked. He then went after James. He made him turn around slamming his fist into his face. He then left him on the ground after a few more hits, his friends surrounding him. He heard one say he'd pay for it. "I'm already paying for it, his face was ugly before. Now. Jeez get a bag douche. It would make a good nickname, Douche bag!" He said. He then laughed softly, as he turned and walked to class. He couldn't seem to get Richie's face out of his mind. He then yawned. He went to class and sat down. He heard the principal slam the door open, and yell, "MICHAEL HAYES!" Michael yawned and siad, "Michael's not here at the moment. Leave a message after the tone." He then made a random noise. He then sighed, seeing he hadn't amused him at all. "Oh come on. You should've heard what he did to me!" "WHat? Who? I was calling you to ask if you did a prank in the bathroom again!?" He said. Michael raised an eyebrow, "Why in the sane hell would I even go in those bathrooms? There's piss everywhere. They can't aim, dude." He yawned. He then said, "And nevermind about the guy problem. I'M INNOCENT, IF HE TELLS YOU ANYTHING I'M INNOCENT. THE TRASHCAN HIT HIM NOT ME!" He said. He then laughed. "What are you going to do? Call my dad? OH wait you can't. What are you gonna do call my mom? OH SNAP. YOU CAN, BUT SHE'LL CUSS YOU OUT FOR EVEN BOTHERING HER. Call my grandmother. HOLY FUCKING HELL. YOU CAN'T!" He said to him very loudly. He WASN'T screaming though. He raised an eyebrow waiting.

She rubbed her wrists subconsciously. She then rubbed at her eyes. She felt her voice break as she said those words. She didn't need this. Didn't need the pain that would come with it, if it was just an act, or if he was playing her, so that his friend's would think he had gotten the freak. She wouldn't let him have that satisfaction. The cuts weren't from him. They were from everybody. She had liked him when it had been his first few days, then he started to be mean. He was cute. She'd give him that, but his personality scared her. he seemed a bit bipolar, when it came to his personality. She rubbed at her eyes, again. She needed a minute. She didn't want to do the project at all. She didn't want to get to know him. She didn't want him to know her. It might make him hate her worse. His hair reminded her of the color of the wolf. Almost a black. The wolf had seemed black in teh woods, and in the cave where there was little to no light. She shook her head. Shethen looked down, a sad look in her eyes. She heard him, and looked up gently. "I can't know that is true. " She whispered softly, her blue eyes looking downwards now. She wanted a friend. She was so lonely, it hurt most of the time. She wrapped her arms around herself gently, her arm brushing his lightly. God he had wide shoulders. She shook her head again, holding herself a bit. She always had good posture and such like that. She heard his next words and whispered, "It is, but you know it's not true. You and everyone else always tell me different. Like calling me fat, ugly, and everything else." She whispered again her voice getting smaller. She heard him and mumbled, "I suppose." She heard him call it a draw and murmured, "I was never against you or anything to begin with." She looked down, not noticing the note. She heard him and looked up, as she saw it. Her eyes widened as she grabbed it gently, having to reach past him to get it. She smelled of strawberries and vanilla. She then threw it away. She winced hearing his words. "My brother." She whispered softly, as she looked down fiddling with her hands. She then reached into her bag grabbing her pencil that had a cupcake eraser, and her note book. She then laid it down on her desk, and opened her notebook to a free page. She had to skip several already filled pages to get to the page she needed.

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Logan watched Michael with some sort of amazement that she couldn't explain. Her fingers were burning from the sensation of his touch and she wanted to keep them like that. She wondered what his lips would taste like on hers. People had told her of the way that there was supposed to be fireworks when two people who were attracted to each other kissed. She was attracted to James, but she had never felt any such connection. She knew there would be fireworks with Michael, but she never thought she was attracted to him. Now, she knew he was going to beat James' ass and no part of her went to stop him. She didn't want him to be stopped. She wanted him there fighting the jackass who had hit her. When Michael glanced upon her face, she could see the trust that rested there and knew that he wanted her to be protected. He could do that for her. Not a word came out of her mouth as she watched him follow James and hit him. She actually took pleasure in it, and she had to resist the urge to jump into his arms and kiss him. Then she noticed the principal coming out and knew that he was fucked. Suspend him? She would fight for him if that's what it took. No! She wasn't having these feelings for Michael Hayes! She couldn't! He was the boy that she had hated for as long as she could remember. Still, she heard him speak in defiance to the principal and it made her want to kiss him more. God, what was wrong with her?!

Quinn didn't like the way that he had to work so hard to get through to her. She was a human, wasn't she supposed to be easy to deduce anyways?! But no, she was more stubborn than that. He understood that she had been hurt many times and didn't know what to do. Most of those times had been his fault and he knew that gaining her trust would be a hard task. Why had she taken such comfort in him in the woods then?! Right, there he was a werewolf. His wolfish snout masked the face that was known as Quinn. With him there, they were just equals. Now, he had worked her down to nothing. He had broken her and he wished he hadn't. If only she understood that this was no game to him. Give him any other girl and it was questionable as to whether he was sincere or not, but Eve? She had his complete genuine self. Of course, it had taken awhile for him to get there as he first had to question everything that was right and wrong. Quinn had broken Eve through the pain of bullying, but she had broken him down with the effortlessness of her beauty. He envied her for that. He thought of the first few days when he knew her and she had been like a friend to him. He questioned her about how she had become so beautiful and waited for her between classes so that he could talk to her. Then the reality of the wolf had set in and that changed... He wondered what she had thought about him then... How those thoughts had changed now. They were surely quite ugly now, though he wondered if there was ever a time when she would've given him her heart. Too bad he had been to stupid to realize it then... He became annoyed as she spoke of her brother. There was such an acidic tone to her voice that he worried about what her home life was like. God, if this brother of hers was hurting her, he'd wring his neck! He'd wring anyone's neck who tried to hurt her... "Does he hurt you?"'he asked. If the answer was yes, he didn't know how he would handle himself...

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Michael chuckled as the principal looked ready to hit him himself. He heard a groan from James and kicked him in the leg an said,"Shut up. Idiot. Annoying prick ass." He then went Ito a series of insults as he glared down at the boy. He looked back up. He crossed his arms and pointed to his friend and said, "He did this. I just kicked him for the hell of it." He then said, "I have like three witnesses!" He said. He hoped Logan would help if needed. He then raised an eyebrow as he once again leaned against a wall. He chuckled as the principal let him go. He walked towards class passing Logan on his way back; he then said to her in her ear leaning close todo so, "I don't think he'll be messing with you anymore. See ya around Princess." He then grinned. He had thought about nipping her ear, but that really wouldn't of been fair to her. He chuckled as he walked to class now. His hand throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he went. He then felt someone tap him. They seemed short he turned his head to look at the person. He felt a kiss on the cheek and was shocked. He looked to see who it was. He didn think it would he princess. She hated him.

Eve shook her head and murmured, "No..he just likes to be a pain. He's the eldest so..it makes sense I guess." She then ran a hand through her hair looking down. She then mumbled, "He's just......Odd is all." Perverted, creepy, anything else between counted too. She then asked quietly, "Ehats the project?" She was trying to be polite. She just wanted to give everyone her wart and say take one stab at it then give me it back, she ran a hand through her hair. She sighed softly as she coughed into her arm. She was starting to get sick again. She felt her forehead heat up. She was breathing a bit labored-Ly. She then knew she was going to have to go home. She didnt think she could walk home. She then sighed. Her mother did hurt her however. Her mother was a big psycho. Her brother was..creepy and seemed to stare at her. He had as a teenager as well when she went into a bathing suit or something. She didnt know what he thought of her. She didnt think sh wanted to either. She bit her lip as sh soon began to cough again. She sighed shivering. Her arms were cold now that she wasnt in her long sleeve anymore. She curled up and tried to get warm. She didnt know that she had a fast approaching high fever. All she knew is that she didnt feel good.

Logan was completely starstruck as she watched Michael. There was something about her that proved that being bad wasn't a bad thing... His his ultimate lack of respect for authority was completely sexy to her as he made jokes about what was going on. She knew he would be trouble if they ever got together... He was a wise-ass and a prankster - but still she couldn't help but think about it. She liked the look of his strong arms... Wondered what it would feel like for them to hold on to her... He never would though. They were strictly declared enemies who liked to prank each other and nothing more. Michael Hayes was defending his own name when he confronted James, not protecting hers. She sighed a little as she watched him win out the patience of the principal. There were girls all over the hallway, scattered to watch the scene, and she became increasingly aware of it... The way they batted their long eyelashes and smiled if they caught his eye. She hoped they didn't catch his eye - they didn't deserve to. Was it not her, Logan, that he had this weird relationship with?! They needed to back off. When he stopped long enough to whisper in her ear, she resisted the urge to shiver and just shook her head. She hoped he would grab her hand or... Just something... Instead she kissed his cheek. "Thank you!"

Quinn held his breath until she answered. If it was her brother that had caused her so much pain before, he didn't know what he'd do about it. As far as he could see now, he'd kill him. He didn't like the fact of someone so close to her hurting her in an unimaginable way. It wasn't right... "Yup, this is the project." He answered her when she changed the subject. He could see the signs of sickness taking over her... He knew them all too well, what with his own mother and then Mike's mother falling ill. He knew she wouldn't get that sick, but he knew she was sick. She had been working herself up so much - actually that was his doing - that it allowed sickness to overtake the body. He watched her shiver and he couldn't express how much he wanted to wrap his arms around her. If she was cold, take some of his warmth. He didn't care... He just wanted her to feel better. Quinn knew better than to offer a helping hand though; he knew she wouldn't take it anyways... In this situation, she would view if as just another way that he was trying to take advantage of her. Screw being nice, obviously... In her eyes, there was no "nice" side to him... He wanted to prove her wrong. "Eve! Are you ok? If you're getting sick, go home! I'll take care of things here." He demanded of her. He could do nothing more because she wouldn't let him.

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Michael inked when he saw who it was. He was suddenly aware of how pretty her eyes were. He chuckled and said, "Dont thank me. Just don't get us into that situation again. I'd hate to hear your boyfriend's ass and make him apologize. Wait a minute. Did he apologize!?" He demanded crossing his arms over his chest. He frowned. He'd make him apologize if he hadnt already. He then ran a hand through his hair. He yawned softly and waited for her reply, he leaned down an waved his Han in her face as she seems to be spacing. "Anyone in there?" He asked. He then said, "Do you have a fever of something?" He then set his forehead against hers and then said, "Nope. What's got you so spacish today?" He moved back. He don't notice all the girls. He looked up a one of then walked past him, just giving him googley eyes. He raised an reyebtow but just returned his look to Logan. It seemed to be a softer look than what he had given the other girl. He waited on a reply. He looked up completely unaware as her friend started to drag her away, "Hey!" He said and watched sighing sighing. He then said, "Fine then! I was talking to her ya know!" He called to both of the girls. He then turned around the tingling of her lips still on his cheek. He smiled softly to himself as he walked gently.

Eve ran a hand through her hair as she curled up. She then started coughing into her hand softly. She shivered again wanting something warm. She shivered wishing she had put her long sleeve shirt under her t-shirt. She then looked over at him seeing he seemed to look at her. She heard him and shook her head. She then whispered, "I don't have a way to get home. I won't remember the way from here considering I'm sick." She sighed. She rubbe her head. She coughed into her arms gently. She then sighed and set her head down again. She then mumbled, "I would go home..but..." She then thought about her brother and turned a bit more pale. She was kind of tanned from spending some much fine outside. She coughed again he head hurting. Her fever was rising. It was getting hard to focus on Anythjng at the loner. She then sighed softly rubbing her head. She looked like if you picked her up and carried her out, she'd just stay the same. She wrapped her thin arms around herself. She didnt eat much. Mostly because there was never food in the house really. She then kept where she was wanting worth quickly. She was not going toget any better in the cold room.

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Logan was walking beside Michael, though he hasn't noticed her at first. Her soft lips on her cheek stopped him dead in his tracks from moving and she stopped right along with him. She was aware of all of the envious eyes of the clusters of girls in the hallway and she stepped closer to him, whispering her thanks to him, though she knew he'd find it weird. His eyes turned on her with a look of sexiness and then morphed into surprise as he realized that it was really Logan Smith, rich girl and long time enemy... That look froze all thoughts that had been running through her mind right on the spot. She could no longer think about what she had rehearsed to say to him, instead it had all turned to mush and she just stood there, biting her lip at his sexiness and trying to organize the rest of her insanity. Michael was spewing off about her quietness and then touched his forehead to hers... She almost wished that she could have tilted her head up until the were lip to lip... But she had avoided the urge to do so. Then she was pulled away by Marisa. She almost growled in annoyance. "Why did you do that?! I was talking to him!" Logan accused as soon as Michael was out of earshot. "I'm sorry! I was just saving you from that ass of a human being!" She replied and Logan rolled her eyes. "Maybe I didn't want to be saved!" Logan answered with sass.

Quinn watched Eve sit there and couldn't help sighing to himself. He was struggling with what the right answer was for how to handle her right now. She looked absolutely miserable at the moment. If he didn't know better, she was looking like death had come to greet her once or twice. He argued with himself inside his head. What was he supposed to say to her? He had already given her the approval to go home and skip out on working on their project... This girl just couldn't take a hint... What did she want from him?! Was he supposed to seriously carry her home?! She answered to his prodding with telling him that she wouldn't be able to get home. Add to that a little bit of shivering and Eve just about took him over the edge. He didn't know what to make of this whole situation... What to do with it... "M-maybe..." He started and debated what he was really thinking and what he was saying. "I could take you home if you wanted..." He didn't really know what he was saying, or what he would be getting himself into...

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Michael sighed as he couldn't get that brown hair, and those chocolate brown eyes out of his head. He noticed the girls staring at him with envy and jealously. He wondered why. He didn't even know how sexy he was most of the time. He was popular, sure. That didn't mean anything for him. He then yawned. He wondered who had dragged Logan out of the room. He shrugged and sighed. He then yawned as he started towards his class. He yawned. He was gonna sleep through the class, for sure. He chuckled thinking about it. He ran a hand through his hair gently. He wondered if he'd ever be able to sleep at home maybe at least for three hours. He sighed. He had Logan in almost every class. He wondered how Quinn was doing with that girl of his. He chuckled, knowing he was gonna get hit if he did indeed say that to him. He smirked smally, as he thought about it. He noticed as he entered the class room, they all had different seats. He waited for the teacher to tell him which seat, as he leaned against the wall, one foot coming up to rest flatly as he rested it on the wall. His knee seemed to bend as he did so. Not bend as in break, but bend as in his joints allowed him to move how he wanted to. He gave a soft yawn as he waited lazily. He ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. He gave a yawn. He then looked up as he was told to go sit down. A few minutes later Richie was told to sit in front of him. He sighed. Could he ever escape that whispy brown hair? He then looked out the window lazily. He noticed it was open, and smiled. He loved the wind. He also loved sticking his tongue out of a moving car. He was a wolf! Cousin to a dog! Get over it! He was weird. He glanced over as Logan went to sit. He then moved his bag from her chair, and then popped his neck.

Eve opened her eyes drowsily, starting to hear him. She then shook her head, and said, "You don't have to..I don't want to inconveince anyone because I'm getting a little cold." She barely managed to keep it above a whisper. She then looked up at him, and saw that he wasn't putting anything up for debate. She sighed, and mumbled, "I suppose so...If you don't mind that is." She ran a hand through her silky blue hair and looked up at him, her blue eyes big and round. She then went to put her stuff up, her hair falling lightly into her face. She knew her mother was home. She just hoped her brother, Sean wasn't. She bit her lip gently, as she worried over nothing. She knew how he got when she actually had a guy over. Whether it be Al, or just a mean person she happened to be doing a project with. She wondered why he was so protective, or rather so over...powering? Giving her no room for freedom. She sighed. She didn't want to go home. She liked school much better, and that was something. She hated school. She hated home. School was much better. Considering her mother liked to torture her mercilessly. It was MUCH better. She looked down, as she picked at her lip piercings. She would just lock herself in her room, until they managed to get the door down again. It made it worse, but it was still better defying, than just taking it. She felt her heart starting to ache. She didn't like that feeling. She soon had her hand to her chest. She felt a bit closed in at the moment. She started to breathe a little laborly. She wasn't hyperventilating, so it was ok so far. She had had breakdowns in the middle of class before. It was like five minutes before anyone ever decided to mention it. She closed her eyes tightly, and tried to breathe evenly. She felt a hand on her shoulder. A big, warm hand. She looked up.