Wolf's Cry

Sorry for the delay. This chapter is kind of short. I recently, lost my computer and had to get a new one, so yeah. Here's the long awaited next chapter. Reviews would be welcomed.

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Monday bought cold rain and grumpy Brandywine students. Monday’s were bad enough without adding nasty weather into the equation. Speaking of equations, Kyle found the one on the chalkboard to nothing but a collection of lines and letters (isn’t algebra nothing but gibberish anyway). A yawn escaped from Kyle’s perfect mouth as his eyes decided to focus on the rain steadily beating against the window. Kyle was tempted to copy his fellow classmates, by putting his head down and sleeping through the rest of the class. But, no, a perfect student like Kyle couldn’t do that, he had to keep up a good example. Kyle cursed himself for not being strong enough to bend, life as a straight pole sucked.
Luckily, distraction from the monotonous subject came in form of the classroom door slowly opening and a girl sneaking in. Her jean jacket was dark blue, heavy with water from outside. Water dripped from her un-kept, dirty blond hair that hung in strings to her narrow shoulders. Brown eyes scanned the area for any signs of detection. The situation looked good for the skinny blond, the teacher had his back to her, explaining a problem and most of the students were either asleep or ignoring her presence. After-all this would be the first time the blond had sneaked in after the bell.
Satisfied that the close was clear, the blond slowly made her way towards the empty desk next to Kyle. The girl willed her old sneakers to be silent as she moved towards to the now wide awake boy. Kyle had to smile as the girl’s antics, but covered his amusement by snaking his head in displeasure.
She should know better, thought Kyle, but he silently hoped she would make it.
“Nice of you to join us Allison” came the teacher’s voice. Allison stood rigid and she turned to meet eyes with an annoyed math teacher. Pulling on a cheerful smile the blond responded.
“Yes, isn’t it wonderful…I’m glad you all miss me so much” said Allison. A few giggles could be heard, however, the teacher was far from amused. He fixed the cheeky girl with a disproving glare.
“Sit down Allison, detention tomorrow” he huffed; he himself hated Mondays and didn’t want to stay after school with the problem child.
Allison saluted with a mocking “Yes sir” to the cranky teacher before plopping down in her desk lazily.
“Yo, how’s my best buddy?” asked the girl, smiling at Kyle.
Enter Allison Whether, a sarcastic, lazy, and blunt eighteen year old girl. She around the school was known as Kyle’s best friend, that girl, or (Allison’s personal favorite) offspring of the town harlot (Come now, even Quinland has its share of smut and scandal). Yes, Allison mother seemed to validate her existence with one failed relationship after another, with questionable men, questionable was something Allison found out the hard way. Regardless, the girl pressed on with a fake smile plastered on her face, much to Kyle’s displeasure.
“I’m fine, just bored out of my mind” stated Kyle making sure to keep his voice down. “I’m guessing you need notes?”
“Oh Kyle, you know me so well” replied Allison. Kyle was too much of a nice guy to deny anyone in need, even his mooching friend. Without hesitation, Kyle surrendered his notes.
Allison scanned the well written notes, in neat handwriting that wasn’t too small or too big; the contents in complete organization down to examples to each problem. Allison hummed to herself as she began to copy the perfect notes. She spared the boy next to her a glance of understanding. Kyle may be a prince, but he was a damaged prince.
The class continued on, with Allison finishing copying from her friend, and went to the task of doodling on her notes of her teacher fighting an army of living numbers and losing, badly. A sudden tap to Allison’s arm pulled from her amusing daydream to the girl sitting beside her with a note in her hand and pleading eyes.
And it begins, thought Allison. Another note to Kyle, you think by now they’d give up.
The blond rolled her eyes, but nonetheless, snatched the note from the fan girl and flung it on Kyle’s desk. He shot her an annoyed look before opening the note. She leaned over to read along with Kyle.
“Kyle, will you go to Home-Coming with me, please?”
Surprise, surprise thought Allison. Her chuckled at the note, the poor girl was going to get rejected. Allison already knew that Kyle had someone in mind, but she knew for a fact it wasn’t “little miss note girl.”
Kyle wrote his response and handed the note to Allison. This was the part of the friendship that annoyed her the most; being the massager girl for the girls of the school to Kyle.
Yeah, sure I’m his best friend; use me as your personal link to the prince. Oh yes give me your love-sick masses, I on winged shoes shall deliver you prayers to the almighty Kyle…and then laugh at your rejection, ha-ha, thought Allison satisfied.
The girls eyes widened in horror as she read over the note. With her pink pencil she quickly scribbled down her thoughts and handed to Allison, who all in the same handed it to Kyle.
Kyle having an enough of this game of pass the note decided to get the news done and over with. He wrote his response and handed to Allison and before the said note could make it into the eagerly waiting hands of the anxious girl, the teacher stepped in the way.
“Passing notes, Miss Whether” stated the math teacher sternly”
“So it seems” replied Allison with a cheeky smile.
“Well, you know my policy, please share the note with the class” said the teacher putting a hand to his aching head. It was far too early in the morning to deal with teenagers.
Allison rose from her seat, straighten her jacket and give a mocking clearing of the throat she began. “Quote, Kyle, will you go to Home-Coming with me, please? Kyle: I’m sorry but I am going with someone else: Who! Kyle: I am going with Lasha Berks and that's final, un-quote” stated Allison calmly.
The poor math teacher felt his headache get worse when a collection of gasps and whispering broke out among his students. At this point he knew trying to teach them anything would be a wasted effort. Gossip won out again as it always goes, so he after scolding his entire class assigned busy work to his students. Defeated, the wounded soldier retired to his desk to grade quizzes from last week. He cursed teenagers under his breath.
Allison found herself surprised at Kyle’s choice for a date. She knew that the boy had began to take a interest in her, but Allison didn’t think he would move so quickly. Then again, Lasha wasn’t a bad choice. Allison didn’t know her on a personal level, but she seemed nice enough and would make a decent match for her friend. At the same time Allison had to pity poor Lasha, it was going to get ugly when the news hit the rest of the school.
Poor girl, I hope she knows how to defend herself from wild animals, thought Allison as she once again copied Kyle’s work, this time without asking him.


Two class periods passed, and by that time the news of Kyle's date to homecoming had spread throughout the school. As stated before, this was a high school in a very small town, gossip was big.
Lasha knew as soon as exited her second period class and stepped into the hall and everyone eyes were on her, that the shit had hit the fan.
Oh god, thought Lasha.
Within a moment all of the girl population surrounded her, firing questions like bullets. Lasha found herself overwhelmed with it all.
A clear and snotty voice cut through the crowd of girls, "So it's true then"
Great, Abby, thought Lasha.
Sure enough, Abby walked forward, the mass of females parted like the red sea for the girl. "You're going with Kyle to homecoming, huh?"
"Yeah" remarked Lasha, preparing for the torrent of bitching soon to come.
"Well congratulations" remarked Abby, giving a nasty smile.
"Huh?" questioned Lasha dumbly. What the hell, thought the girl.
"Yeah, good for you Lasha. I wonder how you pulled that off? Usually, Kyle waits till the last minute to ask anyone out to a dance. But, I guess it runs in the blood" commented Abby innocently.
"What? What's that suppose to mean" asked Lasha, confused on what Abby was saying. Whatever, it is, it can't be good, thought Lasha.
"Why, like mother like daughter. All anyone has to do is look at the boy's bathroom wall" smiled Abby.
"What!" yelled Lasha. Those is the vicinity quickly clued into the conversation. Storm clouds were quickly forming above the two girls. The point being, that it is common knowledge in Brandywine high, that any girls name written in the boy's bathroom, is a message to all, that girl puts out, and the more times that girl's name appears in the stalls the easy she is. Now Lasha's mother, Brenda was an outstanding member of the community. Member of the PTA, sewing circle member, and part of the local book club. Mrs. Berks was an wonderful wife and mother, however, in her youth she was a wild child. Before settling down with her husband, Brenda Berks had graced a number of young men with her...well...indeed. Thus why, Brenda Tilling (her maiden name) was written a number of times on the boys bathroom wall. So, thus Abby's comment, translated to calling Brenda Berks a slut and Lasha inheriting her mother's promiscuous past self.
"What the hell did you just say?" shouted Lasha.
"You heard me, Berks The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. How else could you, of all people, get a date with Kyle. It's sad that you have to use such whorish methods like your moth..." but Abby didn't get to finish her nasty statement, for she was too busy hitting the floor.
Lasha, wasn't a violent girl by nature, but to insult her mother like that, held the penalty of a hit. Lasha didn't notice her hand turn into a fist, and before she could think she hit Abby as hard as she could. Lasha looked down upon the red head and saw blood spilling from the girls nose and mouth. Lasha's eyes widen and was about to say something, until Abby attacked.
The red head launched herself at Lasha with a battle cry. Perfect manicured nails dug themselves in Lasha's scalp, tearing at hair. Sense left the two girls as primal instincts took over, the cat fight had begun.
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