“Anyway, that meeting is in my transcripts…” I let the implications hang in the air.
“Fuck!” Nolan grunts, stuffing the villainous pamphlet into his back pocket. “They think…”
“That I’m falling back into, and I quote, ‘old destructive patterns’,” I finish for him.
“She’s a criminal mastermind, or like some type of crazy Russian spy masquerading as a teenage student,” Felix muses. “Her plan was so simple, and yet…” He makes a gesture like his mind is blown.
Nolan groans. “Could you stop sounding so impressed with my evil ex-girlfriend?”
“Don’t get me wrong, sheisevil,” he reassures, rocking back onto his heels, “but if we don’t first appreciate how we got here, how do we expect to get ahead of her and win the war?”
“We certainly lost the battle,” I grumble.
Donovan gives Kaleb a scathing look. “Can I beat the shit out of her now?”
“No,” Kaleb and I say in unison, which makes me smile.
Donovan kicks the large, passenger side, back tire, and snarls several colorful curse words.
“Today, we’re going over to Nolan’s, doing our homework, and not thinking about Gina anymore. She isn’t stealing any more of our day,” I insist, squaring my shoulders and lifting my chin. “Now, where is Connor? Has anyone checked in with him to make sure he’s okay?”
Nolan runs his free hand through his hair, the blonde strands turning the color of white gold in the gloomy, overcast light. “I texted him when I hit the garage for fourth period, but I haven’t heard back. It’s not surprising if he hasn’t shifted back yet.”
“Felix, could you…” Kaleb is interrupted before he can finish his request.
“One wolf tracker, at your service.” Felix bends low at the waist, before Nightcrawler-ing away.
Within moments, he’s back with a subdued expression. “He’s at a clearing someplace deep in the forest; I don’t know exactly where. Only that he’s still wolfie, and the clearing has a nice ravine going through it.” He rubs at the back of his neck. “I asked him if he was okay, and he just looked at me, before turning back to look at the ravine.”
“Would you…” Nolan starts, but Felix interrupts with a wave of his hand.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll go sit with the furry statue,” he offers before anyone can fully ask him. “He’s up for a good haunting anyway. I’ll let you guys know if there’s anything to be worried about.”
He poofs back out again, and I’m left with an unspoken thank you on my lips.
Chapter 7
Donovan
I’m going to kill him, is my first thought when Callie walks into the gym with her arms crossed over her exposed midriff.
With the mountains of bullshit that was today, I offered to train with Callie so she could get some of her frustration out by punching things. Always works for me. Nolan volunteered to find her something to work out in, since her long sleeved t-shirt, jeans, and heavy black boots weren’t the best. The asshole found her something, alright. A dark grey sports bra with matching skin tight leggings that have teal stripes down the sides-- and a whole lot of golden skin on display.
I swallow heavily and attempt to keep my face completely blank.
“Not a word,” she grumbles, striding over to me on bare feet. Her toenails are painted a silvery-blue color.
It’s amazing what you notice when you’re trying not to stare at a girl’s tits.
“If you want to wear something else, I’m sure we can find it,” I offer, both wanting and not wanting her to change. “Nolan is…”
“No, it’s fine,” she huffs, shifting her arms so now they’re right under her breasts. “I guess this is made out of some fancy fabric that’s supposed to absorb my sweat or something. Besides, I figured this was the dress code since you all seem to be allergic to clothes in the gym.”
She motions with a single hand at what I’m wearing-- black workout shorts and martial arts shoes. I shrug in response, because I look good without a shirt. Why would I wear one if I don’t have to?
“Your choice,” I respond nonchalantly, mentally running different demons and their stats through my head to distract myself from the view. “Warm up and then we’ll hit the bag.”
Callie gives a mock salute, tightens her ponytail, then starts shifting between different dynamic stretches.
