Chapter 3

“Elisabeth, you have a visitor,” Mom called out to me early in the morning. As I walked down to see who the visitor was, I met Ella, a member of the city college cheerleading team, seated on the couch.

“What’s she doing here?” I wondered.

“Hi, Elisabeth,” Ella said, rising from the chair and holding a document in her hands. “The principal Weston assigned the whole school an assignment,” she explained.

“What kind of assignment?” I asked, while noticing my parents staring at us.

Ella suggested that we meet later at the college courtyard that day, after my classes had ended. Later that day, I left to meet her, and she was already seated on the wooden bench, waiting for me.

“Hey, thank you for coming,” she said, extending her hand to shake mine. “Actually, Elisabeth, it isn’t Weston who needs your help,” she continued. “It is I who need your help.”

“What exactly do you need my help for, Ella?” I asked her.

Ella hesitated for a moment and then said, “Actually, Elisabeth, I was given an opportunity for my major to have an insight into the supernatural beings living amongst us.

“Yes, the outcasts who have been terrorizing our city, and it’s time to have them taken down.”

I was surprised to hear this and asked, “Supernatural beings? You mean the outcasts?”

“Yes, the outcasts who have been terrorizing our city, and it’s time to have them taken down,” she confirmed. “And I need your help.”

Ella spoke with so much hate, and I wondered why of all people in the city, she came to me for help.

I tried to speak with her on the issue, when Mrs. Weston walked into the courtyard and interrupted our conversation. “What are you both doing here?” She turned, and Ella slowly turned her head.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I wanted to speak with Elisabeth, it was important…” Ella squeezed the book with both of her hands.

Mrs. Weston allowed her to go, however when I turned to leave, she held my hand and brought me back to her gaze. “What was Ella talking about with you?” Her gaze felt suspicious.

Slowly, I let go of her hand and said, “Nothing much, she only wants my help to investigate more about the deaths happening because of the outcaste wolves.”

“Outcasts?” Mrs. Weston’s eyes widened. “Do you know what that means if you ever dig for the truth?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said as I walked away. “Maybe I’ll get to find out why they’re doing what they’re doing.”

“Getting to know the truth is a bad idea,” Mrs. Weston warned.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why?! Because you wouldn’t be exposing the outcasts but also the identity of every supernatural being living in the city and besides,” she walked toward me, “don’t think of trusting Ella. There’s more to her than you already know,” she said and left me alone at the courtyard.

She told me and left me alone in the courtyard. What exactly did she mean by that? Was Ella not who she claimed to be? Why would she want to do anything harmful? Perhaps there was more to her investigation than what she was letting on.

I left the courtyard a few minutes after Mrs. Weston disappeared. I walked past the gymnastics team practicing around the college compound, preparing for a competition between State High College and City College. I passed them and headed towards the cafeteria. Just a few steps closer, someone hit me so hard that I slammed my back to the wall.

I turned angrily to see who it was and met Tyler, Rita’s annoying brother.

What the fuck is the problem?

I walked inside the cafeteria. Everyone at the front counter had their hands firmly fixed in line to order. I walked to the line to stay, only to have another person push me to the ground. I fell to the ground.

“Oops, are you hurt?” Gavin, Rita’s gay best friend, said to me.

I got up from the ground with what little self-esteem I had left and turned in his direction. His face was filled with rage.

“Why did you push me?” I asked angrily, walking towards him.

Gavin raised his hands in response to my question and walked past me. But he didn’t forget to hit my shoulder hard before leaving. Sometimes, I wonder who is the bigger bitch between him and Rita because they are two sides of the same coin.

I got back in line with the other kids waiting to be served. After standing in such a long line, I finally ordered a cake bread and a chocolate milkshake. I went to my desk, closer to the window, but as I moved there, I saw someone else sitting there. I thought it was one of Rita’s pawns whom she had sent to make my life a living hell, but it was a young, handsome-looking guy who also looked like a new student.

“Hey, that’s my seat,” I said, making him turn to me.

“I’m sorry,” he smiled, “I never saw your name, that’s why,” he told me, slowly stacking his books as if he was about to leave.

His hands were so huge that I could literally see his veins. Damn.

I went to the other chair. “I’m sorry if I sounded rude, but I just love sitting here.” I said, making horny faces.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at me. His straight and cold eyes made my nipples poke out of my shirt, and my thighs were shaking as he scooted back, and we both faced each other.

“That’s okay, Elisabeth. I forgive you,” he smiled.

I smiled back at him, but having heard him call my name without actually introducing himself made me want to ask.

“I’m sorry, but how did you know my name?” I asked.

He smiled. “Actually, on my way to the cafeteria, I noticed some girls talking about you. They called you a bitch, tagging your name too,” he said.

Bitch? Who the heck would call me that?

While asking myself that question, Gavin walked past with his crew. Since Rita had refused to come back to college, he was now the new queen, running their clan. So stupid.

“Are you okay, Elisabeth?” asked the fine, endearing boy seated across a round and not too tough table.

I went back to him, shaking my head. “I’m okay, but since you know my name, may I know yours?” I managed to stop myself from looking at Gavin’s angry and murderous stare at his table, which was a few steps away from mine. If only looks could kill, Gavin would literally have murdered me without mercy or a second thought.

“Oh, I’m Daniel Fine Speed,” he got up from his chair, taking his bag. “Nice to meet you, Elisabeth,” he winked at me charmingly and left, gazing as he walked past a bunch of girls, whose eyes were horny enough to take off his clothes.

If I don’t do that first.