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Mom let Micheal stay past midnight, but she insisted that
he go home and get some sleep. I sighed and held him
tighter before he left. My mother said it was alright for me
to go to school tomorrow, as long as I was sure I would
stay with Micheal more than anyone else. She said she'd
pack something in my bag, that if I felt that certain erge all I
had to do was look in my bag. She seemed so weird and
awkward around me. I ignored it so I could get some sleep
before I had to wake up for school. I had a bunch of
homework to do, but I figured if I get to school early
enough I'd do the homework for whatever subject came
first in my schedule.
I woke up feeling better, part of it had to be with Micheal
and me hanging out together at school, I couldn't wait to
see him again. I quickly showered, changed and ate my
breakfast. my mom poured fruit punch as my drink but
that's not what I was used to so I grabbed the jug of
orange juice and poured myself a glass. She looked at me
funny, watching my every move, my every chewing of my
pancakes. I sighed and went outside.

(Laura's Point of View)

I barely slept a wink and I was exhausted. I got up before
Samantha and went to make her breakfast. Part of me
wanted to make her a medium rare steak, but she might
freak out and not want to talk to me. So I just made
pancakes, eggs, and sausages.
I watched her like an eagle, I wasn't sure if she noticed
because she never looked up at me. I went ahead and
poured blood into her glass instead of orange juice. Any
person would think this weird, but werewolves would
understand. I was fidgety and on edge, I'm sure she could
smell the blood, but she wasn't drinking it. She simply
looked in and raised an eyebrow. She then got up and
poured herself some orange juice. I calmed down a bit,
maybe it was just around the full moon, it's now been
three days since the full moon, maybe she would be
alright.

(Samantha's Point of View)

I was so excited I practically ran down the drive way to my
car. Just as I was unlocking the door I saw someone in the
reflection, and I recognized Micheal at once. I smiled
brightly and turned around. He looked horrible and my
smile faded.
"What's wrong?" I asked, you could here every once of
worry in my voice.
He lifted his head up, he was staring at his feet. "Nothing,"
he smiled weakly. "I'm just really tired, I tried to sleep but
was so worried about you, and then I woke up early just
so I could see you sooner." He looked so serious, he really
did like me then, I guessed.
"You know, I could have just picked you up." I said smiling
walking over to him to give him a hug. He hugged me back
and replied, "You don't know where I live." He chuckled.
I moved away, still in his arms, but making it so I could see
his face.
"I am a werewolf you know, I bet I could've found you." We
smiled at each other for a long time, just staring at each
other. And then I saw a bus pass by and remembered we
had to get to school and I had homework to do. But before
I could move away and say something my mother was at
our side clearing her throat. I smiled innocently, we really
hadn't done anything wrong, we weren't even going to be
late for school, and Micheal and I got into the car and I
drove to school.
He waited patiently by my side in the library, no one else
was here besides the librarian. On our way to the library I
saw a few of my friends and they just stared at Micheal and
us as we passed. I smiled at them and Micheal followed
suit, his smile was perfect, the kind that made you want to
either stare at it for a long time. These friends, however, did
not know that I was a werewolf, so they didn't know what
had happened over the weekend. And so instead of figuring
out a problem I thought of what I would tell them when
they asked me how I was with Micheal.
"Well, we just bumped into each other at the mall, his
friends ditched him and I was already by myself so we
decided to just hang out. We had fun and I gave him a ride
to school today." I told them all innocently, but smiling
because I was so happy to have Micheal next to me;
nodding his head confirming my story when they barely
believed me.
All of a sudden he was holding me, his cheek touching
mine, rubbing against my cheek. He turned his face so that
his nose was touching my left cheek and I felt his breath
as he sighed. "I have to go for a while, I'm sorry." He said
slowly and so smoothly. I was still in shock that he was
holding me like that, like I was his girlfriend. I closed my
eyes, just enjoying the moment and then he walked away
and I was left stupefied.
My friends looked at me, "You are already his girlfriend
after one day together?!" They yelled happily; but also
disapproving. I quickly snapped out of it to defend myself.
"No, guys we aren't, but I would say yes." I couldn't help
but say as I still felt as if I was swept off my feet.
My throat was feeling a little dry by the time third period
was over, one more class and then I would get to go home;
and sleep. I was really tired, I don't think that was enough
sleep for me.
To my surprise Micheal was waiting outside of my class,
he was smiling and quickly grabbed my hand and pulled
me to our fourth period. I was once again stupefied, but I
shook my head to clear it. "Wait, what's going on?" I asked
him, giving him a confused look. He smiled widely, that
perfect smile of his. "You are my girlfriend aren't you?" He
asked, his smile impossibly growing wider as he said the
word girlfriend. I opened my mouth, not to say something,
but because I was shocked; he hadn't even asked me.
His smile faded quickly, "I just thought, since, you know,
over the weekend...what happened then. If you don't like
me then-." I quickly cut him off. "Of course I do!" I almost
yelled before slamming myself into him to hug him. He
wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tighter, he
would have hurt a normal human, but I was probably just
as strong as he was, and there was no way he could hurt
me. I smiled and we walked happily, hand in hand, into
class.
Naturally everyone stared, and we sat side by side in the
middle of the class, holding hands when the teacher was
writing on the board. I had two friends in the class, and
they passed me a note. It read:

You are such a liar!! Not going out, huh? We want details.
NOW!!!

I sighed and rolled my eyes over at them. Then I flipped
the paper over to write my response. It covered most of
the small piece of paper.

Guys, it only just started now, he thought it started, well, I
don't know when he thought we started dating, but now
we are; just before class. So don't get so mad, he still has
friends I could probably get him to introduce you to.

I wasn't talking about the werewolves, I was talking about
his human friends. My friends were all fairly pretty, I even
thought they were all prettier than I was, but they never
really got asked out by the guys they wanted. They were a
little shallow, and thought they could do better.
I knew right when they finished reading what I had written,
they started giggling and laughing and looking at the
available guys in the room. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and
looked t Micheal. He was already looking at me and that
caught me off guard. I smiled and blushed. He held out his
hand when the teacher turned his back and I grabbed it
quickly. We just looked at each other. And I was sure that
from anyone else's perspective we looked like love sick
puppies.
I had mixed feeling the rest of the week. I was happy that I
spent a lot of time with Micheal, and that none of the girls
at school hung around him in hope he would be with them.
But I also had the feeling in my stomach that I was missing
something. My mom was avoiding me, I didn't know what
was going on with her. And it was because of her that I
had that feeling.
Friday after school I went straight home, Micheal would
drop his stuff home and then come over. I had no
homework so I just went to help my mom with whatever
she needed. She still didn't talk to me, let alone
acknowledge that I was there. Then, she shoved a glass of
fruit punch in front of my face.

(Laura's Point of View)

I couldn't take it anymore, I knew the full moon would
affect her more, but she had to be able to smell the blood I
had in the house. I hadn't' talked to her all week, I felt bad
about it but I couldn't stand not knowing and I was too
ashamed to ask. After I shoved the glass of blood in her
face she looked at me weird. I guess she had noticed I
wasn't paying any attention to her.
She took the glass and said thanks but didn't drink it. She
looked inside the glass and just stared at it.
"It doesn't smell sweet." She said after a while; still
swishing the red liquid around in the glass. She stopped
moving completely in one instant; she froze and was wide
eyed. Was this happening, did she now want the blood?
She shook her head, as if responding to my thoughts,
though she couldn't hear my thoughts as we were in our
human forms. "Mom, did you just give me blood again?"
she asked me.
I stayed still, almost as still as she was, but I could feel my
hands shaking. We were by the sink and I had to put a
hand on the counter to remain standing. I nodded slowly
and turned away from her, staring out the window. I
wished she would have just drank it, she might not have
noticed the bitter taste and thought I just hadn't mixed in
too much of the sweet powder. But she already knew, I
wanted to know how she knew.
"Samantha, how did you know it was blood?" I asked her,
my voice was firm, it did not have the sadness I felt. "I can
smell it mom, it actually stinks, but...smells good, a little."
She answered and then hesitantly spoke the truth. I
nodded. I heard the door open, I'm guessing Micheal was
already here and I was right when I saw his reflection in
the window and Samantha smile. She looked at me and I
turned to look at her. She frowned and spilled the cup in
the sink. "I wish you wouldn't do that. And I wish you
wouldn't avoid me either." She sounded so sad, though I
could barely hear her voice;she whispered this to me
before she walked over to Micheal and they headed up
stairs to her room.
I sighed and let the water run, washing the thick, red liquid
she seemed not to want. I packed fresh little drinking bags
of blood in her bag for school, I let Micheal know just in
case she forgot what I told her. He was not only her
boyfriend, he was also her watcher, I had asked his mother
to do this as a favor. He agreed right away since he liked
her. I approved of this, but it was still hard knowing that he
was now her watcher, always there to protect humans
around her without her knowing and not being able to tell
her. I sighed again and started on dinner; I'd do my best
not to avoid her again.