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Wow. This is hard.

I growled annoyingly.

I've been spending forever trying to catch my stupid thumb.

Ugh! It won't stop moving!

Seriously, I felt like taking a fork and stabbing my thumb and maybe even cooking it on a flame like a sausage.

One more time, I thought with some hope.

My thumb was about to catch my other one when the stupid thumb jerked back again.

Ugh!

I furiously grabbed the pencil and before I could stab that thumb two large hands stopped me by grabbing my hands in theirs'.

My eyes slowly went up to meet Will's face, and I felt myself instantly calm down.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a weary look.

I smirked, an evil grin spreading on my face, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Umm.....yes?" he asked, questioning himself.

"Well," I breathed out going closer to him that our noses almost touched, "Good thing I'm not going to tell you!"

He pouted for a second before sighing, and pulling my chair closer to him.

Just then, our teacher seemed to want to make his appearance carrying a cup of coffee, and a large brown book.

I wanted to take that book and smash it against his face.

After him, Chance slowly walked into the classroom.

Why was he late?

He lazily made his way to his desk, which happened to be the seat in front of me.

My foot somehow managed to kick the back of his chair as his head snapped towards me.

"What?" he whispered as Garson began putting his things in his office.

I raised my eyebrows back at him, "What?"

"You kicked my chair!" he said.

I held my hands up and backed away, making sure to keep my back clear away from the head of the chair, "I didn't kick your chair!"

He sigh/chuckled before shaking his head and turning around.

"I think that kids going crazy," I whispered leaning into Will's side.

"I think your right!" he whispered back chuckling.

I looked at his, stupefied, "Of course I am!"

He nodded smiling at me.

Sighing I leaned back again, "Hey, Willy? You wanna do me a favor?"

He rose one of his eyes brows and before I could poke it, he caught my hand gently in his, "It depends. Does it involve hurting someone?"

I shook my head with an innocent expression, "Nope!"

He sighed in defeat, "Okay! Shoot...."

"Well," I stretched my 'I', "I really really really want a baby wild boar!"

I couldn't stop the squeal that escaped my lips just thinking about them.

Baby wild boars were SOx5 cute!

He opened his mouth to say something, but then Garson decided to come out of his office.

Why couldn't god accidentally make him drop his coffee, then he'll run around screaming and hit his head on something hard, and officially move onto the dark side?

Was that really so hard?

He eyed the class before his eyes landed on me.

If you missed the glare and mischief they held, you were surely going crazy.

"Evangeline? Nice of you to come to class!" he said, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Well, I'm truly and most defiantly not sorry! I just 'seemed' to be in a coma for four weeks and now I just 'seemed' to have waken up feeling like hell, and you suppose I was supposed to think of class?" I asked, disbelief in my tone and was currently standing.

I felt mighty and powerful, like nothing could hurt me.

Well, the nurse did say that the morphine would still be in my system.

Yet I find it so funny how I seemed to get some kind of concussion from a TACKLE!

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I glared at him back, "You dare talk back to me?"

I really wanted to say 'obiviously' but instead I sighed loudly.

Why must he always pick on me?

"You know what? You have something on your chest, and I am giving you a one time offer to get it off your chest!" with that I sat down, Will following.

Why was he standing?

"Something on my chest? You think there is something bothering me, and that is why I am here listening to you flap your mouth?" he yelled clearly not believing what I had just said.

I felt bad for all the students that had this class with me, since they seemed to always see me and someone else arguing.

I nodded, "I want to know why you hate me." I told him this calmly while crossing my arms.

"Why I hate you? Maybe it has to do with you killing my daughter? Maybe it has to do with the pack loving 'beta's little miracle angel'? Maybe because you made my dead daughters' life end?" he yelled and I immediately froze.

Wait, what was he talking about? I'm pretty sure I didn't kill or do anything with his daughter! I didn't even know he had a daughter!

He probably noticed my confused expression and he smirked, "Oh? Beta's little miracle angel didn't know? You didn't know that when your father called the pack doctor because his daughter 'was in pain' that he wasn't trying to save other members?"

He let out a dry chuckle as I swallowed, my insides twisting, "My daughter was attacked, and she would have lived if it wasn't for your father calling the doctor for his own selfish reasons that many, many of our now dead pack members could have survived!"

He was currently slowly making his way over to stand in front of my desk, "Imagine! All those pack members died just so you could live! A small, weak, helpless, little girl who lost her mate and is now no better than before, got to live over all those people! And.....It.......was.....all......your......fault!"

I felt my heart and stomach clenching and twisting with his words. I didn't want to believe them! I really didn't, but I couldn't help it!

I knew what he was saying was the truth, and there was no denying it.

Though before anything could happen, Will shot out of his seat and was breathing hard, his eyes a mixture of black and blue and his twitching lip, as he stood face to face with Garson over our table.

"Say one more thing and I swear to god, I will make your life a living hell!" he growled out dangerously grabbing Garson's collar, his voice getting deeper and it was kinda creepy.

Garson swallowed and let out a weird chuckled. He looked like a lunatic that moment.

I touched Will's hand and he grabbed mine, squeezing slightly and pulling me closer as he threw Garson back a bit and sat down.

Garson straightened his tie before smiling to the class like an idiot then returning to the board.

Will hugged me closer to his chest, making sure not to touch my sensitive back, and I relaxed as his breathing slowed.

 He just went from pissed 'I'm going to murder you with a spoon' to 'Ah! I want to stay this way forever'.

Ugh!

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