Chapter 6
“Miss Holins, you are late again.” My math teacher, Prof. Caden, said, snapping me back to attention to the filled class right in front of me, although that didn’t stop me from thinking about the handsomest of the triplets who had decided to continue with his tyranny after the others had gone to class.
But why had he followed me? When actually? I didn’t even hear any footsteps. Well, I was wolfless. I might as well be deaf in a pack filled with wolves.
Sighing tiredly, I took placid steps into the class, readying myself for another talk of disappointment from my classroom teacher who also doubled as the school’s math teacher.
Around me, I was already hearing snickers from both boys and girls, but I have learnt to tune them off, focusing on my teacher who was staring at me from head to toe. He must be wondering why I was always under dressed, and mostly late for the umpteenth time.
“Good morning, Prof. Caden.” I greeted, remembering my civic duty, before the grumpy man would add it to the list of my errors for the day.
“And what is good about the morning, Holins? You are late for the third time in a row this week. What is your problem? I would have thought that something had happened at home, but your siblings, Lilian and Lent were both early to school today; as a matter of fact everyday. Why can’t you be like them? Why have you chosen to be the black sheep?” He questioned, definitely annoyed, his cane twerking sporadically in his hand-Not that he was going to use it on me, or any of us.It was meant for pointing to the board or at a recalcitrant student. Our school doesn’t condone the teacher-flogging-student’s principle.
It wasn’t even necessary, since all the students here were werewolves, and very few of the teachers were humans, who had been trusted with the centuries old secrets. My professor was one of them.
Staring at his face, his jaws ticking in annoyance, I wanted to tell him that it wasn’t my fault and that my siblings had cars, and I don’t. I wanted to tell him of my unfortunate existence, but I cut it out. He wouldn’t understand. He wasn’t one to give into sympathy or indulge in a pity party either. He might as well be as cold as Adam, a part of my nemesis.
So, taking a deep breath in, I bowed my head a little, and muttered an apology. “I am sorry sir, it won’t happen again p>
“It won’t happen again? That should be the highest said lie in your book.” He taunted, shaking his head in incredulity, before gesturing to me to take a seat in the class. “And don’t forget you have detention today. Since, you have chosen this kind of inept life, you might as well enjoy the full consequences.” he stated, before turning aside to face the class and continue his teaching for the day.
Muttering a thank you, I trudged my way to my seat, frowning, then sighing tiredly in despair when I saw glue had been plastered all over the seat. I knew because I was used to this trick which was perpetrated to keep me glued to the seat till whenever the janitor or whoever checking the school’s premises in the evening found me.
I have been so traumatized by the nerve wrecking experiences that I had become acquainted with the known scent of glue even though it was clearly transparent on the seat. Not saying a word, I looked around the class for an empty seat, aware that I was still the object of attention, but there was none. Of course, they would get rid of any other seat so that I would have no other option but to sit on this one, so as not to risk the teacher’s fixation.
But not today.
For some reason, their tricks have worn me out so much that I was tired of everything. I didn’t sit down, rather I stood near my seat and looked at the teacher, deciding not to say a word if he didn’t, till the class was over.
“Holins, why aren’t you sitting down in my class?” Prof. Caden asked, his eyes and voice, calmer than usual; the calm before the storm.
I wondered then why he had chosen to call students by their surnames. Couldn’t he say Maya? Did something happen to him that had caused the creation of that principle? An aborrenent student to teacher relationship perhaps?
“I’m sorry sir, but my seat is coated with glue, and I can’t afford to have myself permanently attached to my seat today.” I answered, successfully masking my nervousness and keeping the tremors in my voice at bay.
“What?!” he roared, of course not believing what he was hearing. But I wasn’t about to convince him. If he didn’t believe me, he might try it out and sit on the chair. This update is available on.net
He walked up to me, darted his eyes between me and the seat in question. He must have not seen anything wrong with the seat because the next minute he was fisting his hands, obviously annoyed that he couldn’t do anything to a werewolf, that his authority was limited.
He must have thought that I was so stubborn because I was a werewolf. If only he knew. But hasn’t he heard the rumours about me? I wondered, squirming a little when his fury filled eyes blazed at me.
“I don’t see anything wrong with this seat, Holins. You should sit down now, before I send you out of my class.” he stated angrily, and I almost balked, but for the tired feeling I have been swamped up with since this week began. I couldn’t risk feeling humiliation in front of my peers today for a weird unknown reason.
“I’m sorry sir, but there is glue on the seat. You can check it out if you wish.’’ I said, shrugging my shoulders, feigning indifference, whilst my teeth were almost clattering on each other in fear.