Wolf's Cry

Sorry for the long wait, but I had writer's block and a mess of schoolwork. In anycase this is short. The rest will be part of chaprer three so yeah. Enjoy and thanks for the comments ^.^

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Chapter Three
Why Can’t We Be Friends

The next day after the incident Lasha happily woke up in her own warm bed. Last night was a mess of commotion. After the janitor has found the two teens he along with Fang led Lasha from the basement and back to the surface world. The drama teacher and the cast greeted her with concerned excitement. It appeared that the day and half Lasha spend in the past was two hours in the present. Everyone was making a fuss about her disappearance, which was quoted by Abby as, “An accident. I accidentally pulled the lever that trips the trap door, and Lasha happened to be standing atop the passage” Accident? Bull, Lasha knew the evil redhead did it on purpose, but in the end Lasha decided to let it slide. She didn’t want to open the can of drama that would ensue. No, she would let Abby get away with it…for now. Revenge would come later to the evil teen queen.
Lasha banged her alarm clock that beeped annoyingly. 6:00 am is too early for school, thought Lasha as she flumped back in her covers. Lasha was hoping for a sick day, but her parents wouldn’t allow it. She wasn’t sick or injured, so she could go to school.
Lasha stared up at her white ceiling of an otherwise powdered blue room, replaying the events of last night or more specifically her adventure in the past. She thought for a moment that the whole ordeal was just a dream, but the presence of that tacky old dress she wore in the past, is still hanging in her bathroom, made her think otherwise. No one really noticed the dress since everyone was crowding around her. Fang had given her an up and down gaze with a quirked eyebrow. He probably wanted to question her about it; however, he was pushed out of the way by the crowd of the cast. This to Lasha was a shame since she thought it proper to thank him for his help.
I guess I’ll thank him at school, she thought before hauling herself from the high-posted, dark, wooden bed with great effort. Her bed was so very comfortable and warm with her blue wolf comforter that had the full moon with a silhouette of a wolf howling. Yes, she longed to retreat back into her bed, alas, that she couldn’t.
Lasha’s feet came into contact with the icy hardwood floor; a shiver ran down her spine. The teenage groaned in annoyance, but sucked it up and made her way to her bathroom. The first thing that greeted Lasha was the old dress hanging over the combination shower/clawed foot white tub. Lasha glared at the dress for being tacky but also as a reminder of the experience in the well. Lasha removed the dress from it perch and tossed into her bedroom (she would find a place for it later). Lasha then proceeded to turn the water on and let it warm up.
“Curse these old pipes. Takes forever for hot water” Lasha cursed aloud. Everything seemed to annoy the teenager this morning.
Some time later Lasha had showered, dresses, had breakfast, and now was pulling into the student parking lot at Brandywine in her old blue pick-up. The vehicle population of Quinland consisted of pick-ups, a few cars, a van or two, and a mess of motorcycle; pretty typical setup for a New England town with a small population.
Lasha walked into the building casually wanting nothing more than to forget the incident for the time being, however, Lasha soon found out that today would have been a good day to spend in bed. Why? Well it would seem that news of last night’s events spread through the school like wild fire. Also, by the courtesy of Abby, Lasha had a nickname, Samara. Yup, so much for a peaceful day, though Lasha miserably. She would spend the day being name after the well-crawling ghoul from The Ring, yeah things couldn’t be better.
After many mocking calls by Abby and her sheep, Lasha finally made it to her first class of the day; Zoology. In Lasha’s opinion the class wasn’t all that great, but she would rather take it than Chemistry. Besides that Lasha’s dream was to become a vet.
Lasha apathetically plopped into her seat next to Lisa.
“You okay?” asked Lisa
“Fine, if don’t count that dumb cow Abby. I swear revenge will be mine…as soon as I think of something” Lasha announced.
“Are you sure you want to sink to her level, Lasha? Maybe you should just ignore her. I mean if you don’t acknowledge her than that’ll cheese her off more” offered Lisa, not wanting her friend to start a big childish fight with the red-head.
“You’re right. But…oh my god! I can’t stand her! Just one time I would like to…you know…flush her head or something. Why do we have to be mature?” asked the moody teenager.
“Because, we’re in high school and it is expected of us. Sadly, that’s how the world works” replied Lisa with a smile.
“It sucks” responded Lasha putting her head down on the lab table.
A glimmer of white drew Lasha’s attention to the door, just in time to watch Fang walk into the classroom. The tall boy passed Lasha without a glance as he traveled towards the back of the class to an empty table. There he sat, pulled out a notebook, and then looked out the window.
Lasha figured this was a good time as any to politely thank the boy for his help. Although, Lasha still couldn’t believe that Fang was the one that rescued her, she would have preferred Kyle, but she wasn’t complaining. After all, Fang had held her with strong, warm arms, and petted her while whispering soft words till she calmed down. That memory made a slight blush appear on her face. Who know that Fang Linton could be so…compassionate? I guess it goes to show that even Fang had the capability of human decency.
With a firm resolve Lasha excused herself from Lisa and walked towards Fang. As she came to a stop next to the boy his glaze left the window and traveled to the presence next to him. Fang in confusion, quirked an eyebrow at the appearance of Lasha, but he said nothing as he waited for Lasha to state her business.
“Hi” Lasha offered.
“Morning” replied Fang automatically.
A silence than engulfed the two as Lasha stated to get nervous. Good god why am I nervous it’s not like I’m asking him out, though Lasha.
“Is there something you want?” asked Fang.
“Oh…Yeah…I wanted to you know…thank you for last night. It was very nice of you to help me”
“You’re welcome. Um…are you okay?”
Lasha was pleasantly shocked at the question, since she figured Fang would say some smart remark that would make her mad. However, he sounded generally concerned.
“Yeah, I’m fine”
“That’s good, but how in the hell did you end up in the well?” he asked.
Lasha should have known that this would come up. Everyone wanted to know, so far the drama teacher, the principle, her parents, and Lisa were the only ones that knew (minus the trip to the past).
With a deep breath, Lasha blurted out, “I found the well, and I looked in, leaned too far and fell…” Now she waited for a laugh, or some smart remark.
“Oh…um…” here it comes, thought Lasha dryly. “See anything?” the boy asked.
“What” asked Lasha confused by the comment.
“Did you see anything?”
Suddenly anger swelled through Lasha, she got the answer, and it was a smart remark. “What like Samara? Did I see her! No...”
“That wasn’t what I meant” replied Fang, his eyes narrowing. “I was just wondering because most people that look into something expect to see something, so I wanted to know if you saw anything. Don’t bite my head off.” Fang replied coldly. Appalled that Lasha would ring him together with the losers making fun of her. He was just being curious; he didn’t mean anything by it.
I help the girl out and she barks at me. Here I am being bloody nice to her, thought the male teenager. Screw it. “You know what, forget it. Glad to hear you’re fine. With that have a nice day, Berks” Fang barked before turning away from the girl entirely, leaving no room for Lasha to respond.
Lasha was taken aback by Fang’s outburst. She didn’t say anything more, but merely returned to her seat, feeling guilty. I guess he was trying to be nice after all. Man, I screwed up, thought Lasha. Damn.