The Blood Wolf

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|The Puppeteer|


I write as if I were drunk. It is a process of intuition rather than placing myself above my story like a puppeteer pulling strings. For me, it’s a scary, chaotic process over which I have little control. Words demand other words, characters resist me.

-Elif Safak-

SAMANTHA MCKENZIE

We were standing outside my Math class and I was hesitant to enter. My first day was already awful. What if it got worse?

“You sure you don’t want to keep my sweatshirt?” Scott asked.

“No thanks, your sweatshirt stinks. I’ll wear your muscle shirt instead.” I tried to be grateful and ignore the scent of the shirt but it smelt like stale pizza and mold. He was much bigger than me so it didn’t make sense that I wore it. His muscle shirt had his initials on it and because it too was big, I tied one side of it.

“Okay, stay safe gotta go,” Scott said then he ran off down the hall. He was about to turn on the corner but he stopped, “Ohh and stay out of trouble.” Then he disappeared.

I sighed and stepped into the classroom took a seat near the front. Only a few students were in class, most of them were talking to their friends so they probably didn’t notice me.

The door clicked open and three girls walked in. High heels, perfectly straight hair, pink nail polish, glittery eye shadow, and pink lipstick. You could see she was the queen bee. I didn’t care, I just wanted to keep my head down and get through the day. Everyone stopped what they were doing to acknowledge her. Everyone except me, I had found interest in playing Flappy Tom.

She waltzed up to the front of the class and right where I was sitting. “This seat is already taken darling,” she smiled, “Could you sit somewhere else like maybe the back, considering your fashion crisis?”

It took me one second to recognize her whiny and overly annoying voice. She didn’t ask nicely, it might have sounded like a suggestion but I knew the mean girl language all too well. She was commanding me to move.


FLASHBACK

The shoe that committed the murder was a blue converse. I snapped, but my beast just yawned. She wasn’t as enthusiastic about the blueberry bundle of joy as I was. Mr. Muffin didn’t even have a proper legacy. I was gonna eat that. I know it sounds no better, but in my defense, it was going to make me happy.

Now, no one was happy.

I looked up to see the blonde hair bimbo walking away with a couple of her friends. They were gone a good distance but I couldn’t help it.

“YOU STEPPED ON MY MUFFIN BLONDIE!” I shouted reasonably loud.

She and her hooligans stopped and she whipped her head around to acknowledge me. She was skinny, tall, and pretty. Her eyes looked sickly sweet and her lips, smudged with a gallon of pink lipstick. Her face was much worse; it had so much powder that her face looked like a large homemade pizza gone wrong.

What?

I didn’t say she looked good with so much makeup, I said she was pretty. I could tell she was pretty without this much makeup but she caked her face it. In any case, she was really bad at baking, or else she wouldn’t have looked like she did.

This girl proved to be a stereotype. She was dressed in all pink except for her blue converse, which was ironic. Propped on her blonde bundle of straight hair, was a large pink sunhat. She had a tan and a fluffy looking rat in her arms.

I’m sorry. Did I say rat? I meant Chihuahua. The poor dog looked like it was thrown in a washing machine then blow-dried and that’s why it looked puffy. To top it all off, the dog was accessorized with pink bows and clips on its fur. I know it was a Chihuahua but come on. That dog more resembles my great aunt’s pet rat, Marques.

“What did you say?” she asked seriously as she and her minions stepped to me.

“I said, you stepped. On. My. Muffin.” I repeated stressing my words with pauses.

She looked at my hopeless muffin and she giggled. “It’s no wonder you look like that.” She rolled her eyes and I wished they could roll out of their sockets.

“Yeah...” I said putting on a show as I scrunched my face to look as if I just remembered something. My beast was sitting and enjoying this.

“At least I don’t resemble your pet rat.” I giggled.

Her minions gasped, “I’ll have you know Vanessa is unique” said the girl with chestnut brown hair and a taupe complexion.

“Yes, I agree. It is uniquely ugly.” I had nothing against the dog but whatever this girl did to the dog was not nice and was not to go unnoticed.

“Who do you think you are?” asked the blond quizzically.

“The stranger who is more honest than your friends and who noticed that you look like an overstuffed turkey for Christmas.” Her mouth flew open. “Darling no one is going to be attracted to that mess,” I said pointing at her.

“Get a proper makeover,” I replied as I patted her shoulder with a finger giving her a sympathetic look.

When I was done, I looked dismayingly at my finger and blew at it. Then to top it all off I smiled sheepishly and waved. She didn’t speak and I was glad she didn’t because my beast was wanting some action too. She planned on burying this pink raccoon.

She stomped her feet angrily and marched away while her minions followed suit. “Ashley! Wait for us!”


Now I remembered clearly. Her name was Ashley and her dog was Marques. Hehe. Little Marques...

“Yeah, you’re right. It is taken.” I grinned, “By me. So guess what, you’ll just have to like maybe sit at the back with the Christmas tree phase that you’re going through.”

I could see the vein in her forehead popping up from under all her make up. She was enraged, “Shut up you little bitch. I can see you’re new but I run this school so if you know what’s good for you then get up and move.”

I had learned to keep my beast under wraps so this wasn’t enough to make me take a swing at her, “But there are other seats in this classroom. What’s so special about this one?” I replied.

“That’s none of your business-

We were cut off when the teacher walked in. We greeted her and sat in our seats. I sat in mine. The annoying girl, even though frustrated, went to sit at the back because almost all the seats were taken.

After thirty minutes, we were halfway through the lesson and someone walked in. I was still jotting notes and trying to anticipate, my teacher’s next move in solving simultaneous equations. The person took a seat beside me.

“You’re late.” The teacher called him out.

“I was busy.” He replied snidely. His voice was cold and serious.

“What’s more important than Math?”

“Everything.” He said smiling at the teacher. I agreed with him, I wasn’t a big fan of Math.

I was still busy trying to solve the equation. I substituted ‘x’ in equation one. I was on the role too. Therefore, I wasn’t paying much attention to the teacher and the rude kid.

“Yeah!! I got the answer, I fucking solved it!” I jumped up in the excitement and smiled brilliantly completely forgetting where I was.

I glimpsed the teacher in the corner of my eye. She looked furious, and before you knew it that’s how I ended up here. Cleaning the classroom during lunch with Jacob. He was the rude kid, I mentioned before.

He allowed me to do all the work while he sat on the teacher’s desk and worked me to the bone. The only thing that needed to be done was the windows. With my height, it would take me longer and for the first time since our punishment, I spoke to him.

“Aren’t you gonna get up off you’re an ass and help me?” I asked.

“Nope. I like your outfit, but what happened though?” He smirked.

“None of your business. Just wipe down the windows.” I threw down the cleaning cloth, “I did most of the work. Now you can do the last bit off it.”

“You should have just allowed her to give us detention, instead of begging her to clean all five classes.” He cocked an eyebrow, “I didn’t sign up for any of this.”

“You got her angry so when I suddenly got super excited and cursed she got even angrier at me.” I folded my arms, “So, in truth, you caused all of this.”

He got up and approached me. I took a step back, he kept approaching me and I kept stepping back to create distance between us. Suddenly, when I took my last step back, the wall hit my back and Jacob advanced on me. His hand on the wall, bracketing me into the corner.

“Probably. I’m not innocent but you aren’t either.”

“How would you know that?” I looked up at him from underneath my lashes. Seeing his eyes, my heart sped up. My heart was beating like a drum in my chest and I feared he could hear it.

“I just do.” He whispered in my ear, “But your heart is good. Although, I don’t know for how much longer.”

“You did this before, you know? You do not affect me.” I remembered what happened at the party.


FLASHBACK

Did you know eavesdropping is impolite?” Of all the people at this party, it had to be him. Mr. Cold and Callous.

“Did you know that sneaking up on people, is much worse?” I asked feeling satisfied with myself for the sharp comeback.

“Not unless the person you were sneaking up on was eavesdropping on someone’s best friend.” He smirked and folded his arms, knowing full well that he won.

I smelt lavender and mint; his scent. I would never forget it. It was Jacob in all his (GGG) Greek god glory. His arm backed me into a corner and when I turned to face him after watching his arm, our faces were inches away as our breaths mingled. His lavender and the minty scent made me dizzy. It was entrancing.

“Whatever,” I muttered under my breath.

He knew the effect he had on me because he casually smirked. He was in his element. His element of deception. One minute, he was nice, the other, he was ruthless.

“You look...” he trailed off as he scanned me from head to toe, and bit his lower lip. “Good.” He said huskily as he stared directly into my eyes.

His icy blue eyes had flecks of green and before I could say a thing, it smashed into me. It was rough and fast at a quick motion. It was so quick, I couldn’t comprehend.


I thought for sure we were going to kiss but we didn’t. The way he looked, how he sounded. Everything that he did drew me in. Instead, he broke my heart and cursed me to sleepless nights with words of dread. I was going to do what he did to me. I was done playing the puppet.

“Jacob, I know you want me,” I whispered and bit my lip. “I can see it.” I listened to his heart. I listened to how it stopped for a second at my sudden words and how it sped up.

“The funny thing about all of this is, you can’t have me.” He looked at me in shock and I caressed his cheek. I saw the confusion on his eyes and then I licked my lips.

I closed my eyes and kissed him, my lips moved against his. He kissed me back. We kissed as our lives depended on it. His tongue slipped inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it was nothing that I imagined it would be, and I suddenly understood. I understood why people described kissing as melting because every fiber of my body dissolved into his.

His fingers gripped my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel his veins throbbing and my heart exploded. He pushed me backward. My body against the wall, then the sudden realization hit me. Someone could walk in at any time, but I didn’t care, I didn’t care about any of that. All I wanted to be Jacob.

The weight of his body pushed against mine was extraordinary. I felt him-all of him-pressed against me, and I inhaled his scent that’s just ... him. Lavender and mint.

The most mouth-watering smell I had ever experienced. I wanted to breathe him in, lick him, drink him in. His lips tasted like honey. He felt wonderful. His hands were everywhere, and it didn’t matter that his mouth was already against mine, I wanted him closer, closer, and closer and I could tell he wanted me too.

At the moment, before I lost myself in him, I pulled away. My lips were swollen with his kisses. I heaved heavily, my hand on his chest. I pushed him away and he looked at me in shock and I smirked. I took up the cleaning cloth and threw it at him.

“The windows won’t clean itself.” He remained silent and I left the classroom.

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