Alrighty then.
I poke at my lunch—a chicken patty with mashed potatoes and gravy on the side. The lunch lady said it was chicken fried steak day but nothing about this looks like chicken or steak. Still, I make an effort to swallow a bite before using my fork to move things around so it at least looks like I ate something.
I spot Zheng a few tables away, his gaze trained on me. When he realizes I’m looking at him, he flicks on his mirrored shades and turns back to the guys he was talking to.
I deflate and look away only to see Rafael’s gaze lasered in on me. His mouth is set in a hard line as dark brown eyes search mine. “Something going on between you and Liu?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “He’s my friend and he doesn’t seem all that fond of you three. That answer your question?”
Rafael nods and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth before throwing an arm over my shoulder and giving Zheng a fuck-you grin.God.Guys can be such assholes sometimes.
I shrug out from under his hold. “Stop trying to stir up trouble,” I tell him, smacking his arm.
He grips my chin and turns my face toward him in a possessive move. I lick my lips and his eyes track the movement, hunger in his gaze. “Isa, haven’t you learned I’m nothing but trouble?”
His head dips and he presses his lips to mine. At first, it’s a soft press but then his teeth are tugging on my bottom lip, urging me to open for him. I do and his tongue darts in for a quick taste that leaves me reeling in my seat.
He pulls back, cocky arrogance stamped on his face before I catch him looking over my shoulder. I don’t need to turn to know he and Zheng are locked in a stare down. My cheeks heat and anger unfurls inside of me.
“When you decide to stop being a jerk, let me know.” I stand to leave the table but his hand around the back of my thigh stops me.
“Sit down.” It’s a command.
I snort and take a step but his grip only tightens. “Isa—” There’s a warning in his voice, one I choose to one hundred percent ignore.
“I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
I pull away and make my way over to Zheng’s table, knowing Rafael would never follow me. Guys like him can’t be seen chasing after a girl, let alone a lone wolf like me. When I reach Zheng, his glasses are still on, so I reach down and push them up over the top of his head.
“Hey.” I pause, suddenly unsure of what to say to him. The drive back from Shadle Creek had been fine. I thought we had things sorted but judging by the look on his face, he’s still pissed.
He tilts his chin toward Rafael and the guys. “You looked cozy.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “And you look mad.”
He shakes his head. “Nah. Not mad. Disappointed. But why should I be, right?”
“Excuse me?”
He stands and moves closer to me, his mouth so close his lips brush along the shell of my ear. “Every girl in this school wants to spread their legs for Rafael Castillo. He’s Hellbound High’s top dog and the Southwest Pack’s Wolf Prince. I guess I just assumed you wouldn’t be one of them. My bad. From what I hear now, it sounds like you’re screwing all three. Aren’t you a greedy little she-wolf.”
18
Isa
I’m still reeling from Zheng’s words when I get home from school. I have nothing but time on my hands so, of course, I stew. I can’t believe his nerve. I’m not some whore. I don’t sleep around and even if I did, skin privileges amongst shifters have never been something to be ashamed of. No one from my Pack would have said what he did to me.
I pace my room, leaving a worn path in the pale beige carpet, and I finally decide enough is enough. I can’t let his opinion consume me. I know who I am. If he wants to be an ass, let him. I don’t need him.
Powering up my laptop, I catch up on some homework before touching up my resume and sending it off to at least a dozen local businesses. I need a job. All this downtime is driving both me and my wolf insane. I need to find a way to stay busy. I spot the sneakers I bought at Target and an idea forms in my head.
Stripping out of the white skinny jeans and lavender blouse I wore today, I throw on a pair of leggings, a band shirt, and my new Target sneakers. I curse when I realize I don’t own a sports bra but figure what I’m wearing will do. Throwing my hair up in a messy bun, I tuck my phone into the hidden zipper pouch on the side of my leggings and grab my wireless earbuds and a water bottle. If I can’t run as my wolf, running in my human skin will have to do.
Natalia sent me a calendar notification earlier letting me know Brian has requested my presence at dinner this evening. I confirmed that I’ll be there, though I’m still not sure wherethereis exactly, since under location it said TBD, but I do know the time. She scheduled dinner for six, so I have a little over an hour before I need to be back in order to have enough time to shower and get ready.
Jogging down the stairs, I tuck in my headphones, blaring some old-school Linkin Park.Numbdrowns out my thoughts as I head outside and let myself get sucked into the heavy thrum of music. I settle into an easy jog, a five-minute mile at best. It’s still fairly warm, despite it being November, and the first signs of sweat trickle down my spine thirty minutes into my run. My breathing is steady as I push myself to go faster. It might not be the woods but the smell of clean air and the faint breeze on my skin does wonders for my earlier agitation.
Thirty minutes turns to fifty before I slow to a stop. Bracing my hands on my knees I suck in lungsful of crisp air. The sun is setting, suburban streetlights illuminate the streets. A car rumbles in the distance, growing closer, but I don’t bother looking up until my wolf senses register that it’s slowed to a stop and is now idling beside me. I’m in a human neighborhood. The risk of anyone being more predator than me is slim.
