Page 33 of Twisting You

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I was running laps around the oval with the class. One good thing about attending a werewolf-only school was that you didn’t have to hide your abilities. I suppose that was why the school was set up. Humans thought it was an elite, private and expensive school, when really you only needed one thing to get in and that was to be a werewolf.

Because our pack was so large it was really needed. My father and other alphas were sick of us werewolf teenagers having to hide our abilities. Plus a lot of extra classes were added into our schools subjects. For example, our health classes weren’t all focused on human health. They were mainly centered on werewolves, how we develop, et cetera.

Our history was just that, our history. We did not spend hours and hours studying the boring history of humans. A history they only knew half of anyway.

The school was located in the heart of town, but no one apart from students who attended it came into the grounds. Of course we still kept up appearances at school sports events and competitions. When we competed, we only went half way. We always won though. We just didn’t show our true talent. Except when we faced off against other werewolf teams from different schools across the state. That’s when all gloves came off.

As we all sprinted around the oval, over and over again, it was fair to say we were running at an extremely fast pace.

My fitness levels had gone downhill, to say the least. Since I had given up all fitness to focus solely on Xavier, I had really let myself go. So I was pushing myself today in gym, because I needed all the training I could get. Which was why I put my hand up to go to the basketball meet this afternoon against a human school. Sure I knew it would be a breeze, but still I would be competing.

“TIME!” Xavier shouted and we all dropped back to a slow jog, before going over to him. Sweat was running down my legs and my neck. The hot sun wasn’t helping either. “Nice work, class. Alright. Shower and change. All students attending Riverdale School for the sports meet, the bus is leaving from the gym at one.” Xavier clapped his hands and everyone began to break off.

“Gee, Chloe, you weren’t joking when you said you were unfit.” Dan patted my back as I attempted to get my breath back. I nodded my head weakly, not trusting myself to talk.

“Are you going to the meet this afternoon?” Dan asked as we walked together back to the gym. His chest was shining from the sweat dripping from his toned muscles in the sunlight. I nodded my head and pulled my eyes away from him.

“Are you?” I finally puffed out, keeping my hands on my hips as I walked.

Dan chuckled lightly. “Yeah, all us guys are going. The guys want some more numbers.”

I shook my head. The boys went to play sports, but really they played a different sport while there, human girl hunting. Because the boys were, well, let’s not beat around the brush, they were hot. And human females noticed this.

Thus, the true reason the boys even bothered going. Human girls were easy hits. Their words not mine. “Sit next to me on the bus?” I asked as we entered the gym.

Dan grinned at me. “Actually, that’s why I was asking. Did you want to ride with me, in my car? Give the bus a miss?”

“Are we allowed to do that?” I asked. I thought we had to ride the bus, show school spirit and all that. I wanted to roll my eyes at it.

“Yeah. Mr. Clark said I could.” Dan shrugged his shoulders. “He didn’t seem to care.”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll meet you at your car after lunch?” I asked, pulling my hair from the high ponytail I had it in. I was looking forward to the shower I was about to have.

“Have lunch with me. Then I can walk you to my car.” Dan smirked at me.

Smiling, I shook my head. “I’ll see you in the cafeteria then.” I waved my hand over my shoulder as I jogged to the girls’ locker room. I could never get over Dan’s sweetness.

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I towel-dried my hair before I flung the towel into the school’s laundry basket. Scooping up my gym bag, I walked out of the locker room to find Xavier casually leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed. I bet he was waiting for me.

“Chloe, can I talk to you for a minute?”

I rolled my eyes as I dragged my feet towards him. Was his day not complete if he didn’t torture my emotions? “What can I do for you, Mr. Clark?”

Xavier grunted lightly before pushing himself from the wall and walking in the direction of his office. Trailing behind him, I couldn’t rip my eyes away from his defined muscles that the tank top he wore clung to. I licked my bottom lip, before biting it.

Xavier pushed his office door open and I walked in while he held the door open for me. I pulled down on the hem of the school tank top I wore. It was light blue, with the school logo over my left breast. I was wearing the tight black shorts that went with it. I was all ready for the meet. I didn’t see any point in getting dressed in something else when I knew I would have to just change again in an hour.

“About last night.” Xavier sat on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed. “I’m sorry I attacked you like that.”

I kept my face blank. He was sorry. Bet that was a lie. “I doubt that. Your plan worked. You rekindled my emotions for you.”

Xavier narrowed his eyes. “How was your date?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

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