Monday morning came soon enough and I was walking to my weekly homeroom. Me and Emily hadn’t had contact since Saturday night, I had figured she had gotten the hint when she woke and I wasn’t there. Emma had texted me and I had a slight conversation with her, but nothing fantastic. 

And I hadn’t been around Dean and them since Saturday at the volunteer sight. 

I was wearing a light jacket over my clothes because of the descending temperature outside but I was nearly sweating. The cold didn’t affect me, I was naturally hot now, and I couldn’t wait to get inside to take it off. 

I walked into the classroom, feeling the heat surround me and I nearly tore off my jacket. I had avoided eye contact with Miss Riley but I knew she was looking at me, I knew she knew what I was. 

And it was truly scary.

Emma joined me, sitting in the desk next to mine and speaking, “Saturday night, how’d that go with Emily?”

I heard Miss Riley shift in her seat, was she listening to me and Emma? Had she heard Emily’s name?

I answered, “Um, well… you know. We had sex… I just… I think she likes me a lot more than she claims, so I probably won’t be talking to her anymore.”

Emma looked at me with shocked face, completely appalled at my response, “Seriously?”

I shrugged, not understanding why she was so shocked. She knew who I was and what I was like, it wasn’t a big deal, “Yea?”

She shook her head, “Kate, she’s perfect for you. Totally your type, sure she’s a little bit to much like you, but you two get along perfectly. Stop being so fucking immature and admit you like her!”

I raked my hand through my hair, realizing she was actually right this time. I had been liking Emily a little bit more than a friend, even if it was just since last night. I winced at the thought of being with Emily, I didn’t know if I was ready for that, if I was ready to become vulnerable to her. 

But there was so much more than emotion going into my decision.

She would be in danger if I was involved with her, just like Emma was… if there were people out there looking for me, watching me…

Emily could be in a lot of danger.

I couldn’t tell Emma that though, so I would have to play it off, “Emma, I’m just not ready.”

She shook her head, “Whatever.”

I leaned back in my chair, wondering why she was taking this so hard. Did she really want me to grow up and get a girlfriend? Why did it fucking matter anyway?

I looked up, seeing Miss Riley’s eyes on me, then she pulled them away quickly, as if she was scared. Was she scared of me? 

The bell rang, dismissing us to our first hour, and I passed her desk, wondering if I should say anything to her. Then deciding I probably shouldn’t considering what she had been put together this weekend, and on top of the fact I had kissed her last week. 

I was in deep shit with my math teacher. 

I walked out, not saying one word to her but feeling her eyes on my back, knowing I would have to suffer through second hour as well.

~ ~ ~ ~

Emma was still mad at me in first hour and I didn’t know why. I mean, sure, Emily and I were cool and we got along great, but seriously? Were you seriously gonna stay mad at me?

Maybe I should text her, see if she was ok… but I figured she was in class right now. No, she wasn’t in high school, she was a freshman in college… 

But something in my gut made me worry about her. 

I pulled out my phone suddenly, sending Emily a quick text, “Hey, just wondering if you were ok after Saturday night?”

She didn’t reply right away and it bummed me out a little, I just needed to let it go, it happens, it always happens in those kinds of relationships. If you start having sex with someone eventually one of you are going to develop feelings. But lately I was starting to think we were both developing them. 

Ugh, no, I didn’t like Emily, stop it. 

The bell rang and I stood, following Emma out of the classroom even though she was ignoring me. I tapped her on her shoulder, “Can you stop being mad?”

She turned, sighing dramatically, “Kate, she likes you, you two have something, just give it a chance.”

I rolled my eyes, “So what, why does it matter Emma?”

“Just try, I know it’s been awhile, talk to her about it,” she checked her watch, claiming, “You’re gonna be late.”

I sighed, “Shit,” and I started down the hall, trying to make my way through the people as I nearly ran down the hall. 

Then I ran into someone, knocking their books out of their hand and I cursed to myself, hurrying to pick them all up and give them back to her. I darted down the hall only to hear the bell ring above me and I cursed out loud, but realizing her door wasn’t closed, and she was standing outside. 

Waiting for me.

I clenched my jaw, wondering why she was standing there looking at me like that. I walked up to her, scratching my head, “I know I’m late but-”

“Stay after class, I need to have a word with you.”

Her voice was stern and intimidating, and I wondered what this was about because I knew it wasn’t about me being late. Could it be about what she heard this morning? About what she had seen this weekend? I was actually scared of facing this woman, and I had to much on my mind to have to deal with this. 

I sat in my desk as she began the lesson, and I tried my best to follow along and pay attention but I could tell there was something up. 

Had someone threatened her? Was she just gonna try and pry into my business?

Something that could put her life in danger.

I watched her as she worked the board, wondering how I was going to get myself out of this one. I thought about the last time I stayed after class and how I had kissed her, jeez… could it be about that?

Considering we hadn’t talked about it since?

I was working silently on my work, peeking up at her occasionally while she sat at  her desk. She looked busy and focused, then she felt my eyes on her and we made eye contact. She didn’t roll her eyes at me, so I took that as a good sign, but I was still nervous. 

Then the bell rang for third hour, and I suddenly wanted to run right out. I packed up my stuff and stood, walking over to her desk, feeling my legs shake under me. 

Why was I so nervous around this woman?

Although, I wasn’t the only nervous one as I listened silently to her heart beat speed up as she looked up at me. She sighed, “Kate, I’m not even sure how I should ask you this…”

I shrugged, “Then maybe you shouldn’t.”

She looked at me, standing up, “I can ask you whatever I want, I’m your teacher.”

I leaned forward on her desk, speaking, “No, you can’t, anything outside school conversation is supposedly inappropriate, correct?”

“Coming from someone who kissed me a week ago.”

I leaned back, feeling the paranoia about her asking me about what she had seen Monday night fade a little, I shrugged, “Sorry… I just… I don’t know why I did it.”

She nodded, “And I don’t know why I didn’t turn you in…”

I looked at her, seeing her eyes focus on mine and hearing her heart speed up a little. Her blue eyes were searching and for some reason, I felt the need to reassure her I was ok. That I was a good guy, and she didn’t have to be afraid of me. 

And I was kind of worried about her. 

I spoke, “How have you been… since, you know…?”

She tilted her head, “The kiss?”

I shook my head, “Since Monday night.”

Her heart sped up a little more, and I could see fear grow in her eyes, blossoming out of her soul. She blinked, leaning back in her chair, “I uh, I try not thinking about it… but it’s hard.”

I nodded, “You don’t have to be afraid of us, or me…”

She shook her head, “Are you like that man?”

I smiled weakly, heading for the door as the tardy bell rang above my head, “Yes, but I’m the good girl.”

Then I walked out of her class, closing her door silently behind me.

~ ~ ~ ~

I was soon sitting in class next to Tess, the teacher had dismissed my tardy because he was to lazy to fill out a tardy report. Tess leaned over and spoke, “There’s a girl that went missing, Dean’s taking us see her at the morgue today.”

I looked at her, “Why?”

She shrugged, “He said he has something to show us…”

I spoke, “Do you know what her name is?”

She shook her head, “No, but she’s young, so be over right after school.”

I nodded, wondering why Dean was taking us see a dead body, which I wasn’t to keen about. Why did we need to see her? What was the purpose? Was it another vampire attack?

Was there another rabid vampire on the loose?

Class ended suddenly and I walked with Tess out of class, she parted from me as soon as she saw Stiles and Emma approached me, “New friends?”

I shrugged, “I guess you could say that.”

She gave me a wry look and spoke, “What you doing after school today?”

I scratched my head, trying not to make it seem like I was up to something, maybe I should tell her I was going see Emily. Yea, that would make her happy. 

I smiled, “I’m going talk to Emily.”

She crossed her arms, seeming shocked, “Really?”

I nodded, “Yes, nothing to serious though, just a chat.”

She raised her eyebrow and spoke, “Well, good luck.”

I smiled, “Thanks, see you tomorrow.”

I climbed into my car and sped down the road, realizing Emily had never texted me back. She was probably mad at me, and maybe after today I could drop by and talk to her. Was it weird that I was actually worried about her and her emotions? 

I mean Emily wasn’t a weakly emotional girl, and for her to look like that before I left… I had cut her deep. 

I pulled up to Dean’s and saw Collin, Tess, and Stiles already there waiting for me. I got out, feeling the wolf aroma surround me, I spoke, “Why are we going to the morgue to see a dead body?”

Dean looked at us and spoke, “Don’t ask yet, let us get there first.”

We were making our way to the hospital as Dean actually explained himself a little, apparently him and someone who worked in the hospital were close and open about information. 

If you know what I mean. 

He knew there was something up with this murder and called Dean, letting him know this was a possible murder from something not human.

And Dean wanted us to check it out. 

We made it to the hospital lobby where a man was waiting for us, he pulled us aside and into the elevator. He then spoke, “Apparently she was leaving the store, it was late, no young girl should be out that late without someone else. She was just going home and well… her death wasn’t like the others we had seen.”

My heart jumped in my chest, so it wasn’t a vampire that killed this innocent girl?

We were led to the morgue door as he opened it silently and let us all in, walking over to a table holding a body. I tried to prepare myself, my heart was racing.

Did I really want to see this?

Tess then grabbed my hand and I looked at her, she mumbled, “It’s ok.”

Dean spoke, “So you think… it was one of us?”

“A Werewolf? Yes.”

It was weird hearing a human talk about this, but my eyes were focused on the covered body. It smelt like death, and there was no heartbeat there, which freaked me out. Dean walked over to the table while we filed around, and he pulled the cloth back in a dramatic matter. 

It wasn’t the gash across her neck that hurt me, it wasn’t the smell of death and blood that warped it’s way through my senses that pained me. 

It was the fact that I knew this person, and I had just been with them only days ago. 

It was Emily.